I Don’t Want To Be A Young Master

Ever since he slammed the brakes on that fatal corner, Chen Jian was in a state of wandering. He almost gave up in the second half of the race. It may be that there was a psychological shadow and he didn’t even dare to drive fast on the straight. , Which is why he descends so slowly.

When Ye Feng was in Beijing in the early years, he often played racing cars. He saw a lot of various drivers. At this time, as long as you look at Chen Jian’s expression, you will know that this person is "abandoned". From now on, he can no longer Participated in a racing competition.

Normal driving may have no effect, but there are some benefits. For example, after this time, his car will drive more steadily.

But when it comes to racing, it is obviously not enough.

Of course, Ye Feng didn't want to sympathize with him, other people's life and death, doing his own thing.

Ye Feng knocked on the car window again, and said impatiently: "I said, where's the car key? You gave it to me? Why, want to go wrong?"

Chen Jian finally recovered and looked at Ye Feng blankly. After a while, his eyes gradually became cold.

"Car, I won't give it to you, let your brother a horse, it's already very cheap for you."

Ye Feng frowned: "Do you really want to fall back on the bill?"

Chen Jian sneered: "As long as I want to, I can kill you here. Whether you want a car or your life, choose for yourself."

"Tsk tusk tusk." Ye Feng shook his head and said: "This second generation of the rich can't do it, even the minimum honesty and trustworthiness can't be done. To be honest, I want a car, I want my life, I want it, and you all take it. Don't go."

"Really?" Chen Jian opened the door and got out of the car, staring at Ye Feng with a sullen expression: "Then try."

As soon as the voice fell, a group of people gathered around and blocked Ye Feng's path from front to back. The head boy was not tall, but looked very strong, with a small flat head shaved and scars on his face. Provoke the role.

Chen Jian smiled and said, "I'll introduce to you. This guy is called Lu Ping. A sports student in our school, his major is boxing. Don't think he is a student. When this kid hit underground black boxing, he missed and killed someone. "

"Yeah, I killed someone." Ye Feng smiled and arched his fists: "Disrespect and disrespect."

After speaking, Ye Feng turned his head and shouted: "Old Road! There is a brother who has killed someone, do you dare to try?"

About ten seconds later, Lu Kuan separated the crowd and squeezed in, staring at Lupin up and down, and said indifferently: "Master, you know I have been a mercenary, I have been to Syria, I have been to Afghanistan, and I have been there. Somalia, what I want to say is that killing people in these places is nothing to brag about. If you want to show off your record, you have to say, how many people have been killed."

Lu Kuan faced Lupin, his eyes gradually narrowed: "Brother, tell me, how many people have you killed?"

A drop of sweat slipped silently between Lupin's short and stiff hair.

For Lu Kuan, a man with a flat appearance and a flat figure, for some reason, he smelled an extremely dangerous smell. Maybe it was because he was walking around the underground boxing ring all the time. He had some intuition about danger.

Now his instinct tells him that this man can't provoke him, he has to play boxing himself, he must follow the rules more or less, the purpose is not to kill, but to defeat his opponent.

But the man on the opposite side was different. He was a cobra.

Lu Ping lowered his head slightly and said to Chen Jian, "Shao Chen, I can't fight today."

"What did you say?" Chen Jian said angrily: "You said you won't fight today? Are you confused about your identity?"

"Sorry, Shao Chen, can't fight."

"Okay, okay, you're fine." Chen Jian shivered with anger, and pointed tremblingly at Lu Ping: "I think you don't want to be confused. You are bored with college, right?"

Lupin still lowered his head and said neither humble nor arrogant: "It doesn't matter if you study or not, but today, I can't fight."

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Chen Jian didn't know what to say, because there was nothing to say.

After a long while, he scanned the people around him and asked sharply, "What about you? You can't fight either?"

Those people bowed their heads one after another: "Sorry Chen Shao, we listen to Lu brother."

Chen Jian was speechless again.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the car key, threw it out of the car, and said viciously: "It's cheaper for you today, and I will settle the account with you in the future!"

"Tsk." Ye Feng stretched out his hand and steadily caught the car key.

"'I will ask you to settle the account in the future.' Everyone who has suffered a loss likes to say that. I can hear the cocoon." He knocked on the window again: "Come down? This car is no longer you. That's it."

Chen Jian got out of the car, dragged Jiang Lu, and brought a group of brothers, and walked away griefly.

The rest of the people, solemnly, they circled this Evija several times, and praised: "Handsome, this car."

The other young people entangled Ye Feng to ask this and that, but there was a wide road blocking them, and they couldn't get close.

Looking down at his watch, it was already 10:30, and Ye Feng said, "It's late, let's go. There are still things to do tomorrow."

Ever since, seven people drove three cars, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and the newly won trophies, and returned triumphantly.

The next day, Chen Jian was very trustworthy. He sent someone to send all the formalities of Evija and also issued a transfer certificate. In this way, he didn't have to come forward, and Ye Feng could go with the certificate signed by him. Transfer of ownership.

But to be honest, it's more difficult for him to come forward, because he doesn't have that face.

In the final analysis, Ye Feng was to help Yuan Fei solve the trouble, and it came to an end soon. The days after that were quiet. The only difference was that Ye Feng had a very cool car when he went out to do business— -Lotus Evija.

In mid-November, Duan Pengfei handed over the Shanwan branch to the new manager, and he rushed to Guangcheng.

South China Plaza on the second floor.

This is Duan Pengfei's first visit to Nanhua Plaza. When he came to Guangcheng last time, Nanhua Guangcheng had not yet been completed.

Standing in the new supermarket that was still being renovated, Duan Pengfei was full of emotions for a time, and all kinds of feelings came to mind.

"Ye Shao, I can't think of it, I really can't think of it!"

Duan Pengfei admired a few words and couldn't help but said: "After I was sent to Tianhai by the Ye's Guangcheng branch, I never thought that there would be one day I could come back."

"Compared to Wal-Mart Guangcheng Store?" Ye Feng also showed a faint smile on his face.

"it is good!"

Duan Pengfei only said one word. What he cared about was not that the place was bigger and the income was more, but the step that Ye Feng took, which allowed him to see more hope of Yuanfeng Group.

"Ye Shao, thank you!"

Duan Pengfei's thank you has many meanings, and it is also a heartfelt gratitude.

Once he was a dog of the Ye family and was sent to Tianhai to do business, away from Beijing, away from the Shanghai stock market, and even away from Guangcheng. To him with great ambitions, this is equivalent to being "exiled".

But since following Ye Feng, he has regained hope, and he has seen the hope of being able to become a leader in the business world.