I have Nine Female Disciples

"I have said, of course, I have said that it is precisely knowing this situation that I will express it to the young master alone." Song Yuanzhe responded with a smile.

"It's good to know. Without my permission, you are not allowed to talk about the relationship with me." Jiang Chen nodded. At this point, Elder Lin did a good job.

"Young Master, just move directly to the bank to live, I can provide you with the best living conditions in the entire Northern Territory." Song Yuanzhe smiled, "Besides, you will be the chief treasurer of our Ganges Bank in the future. I’m just the one who helps you guard the door.”

"Don't, I don't like the atmosphere here."

"However, I have something to ask you."

Jiang Chen shook his head, and just after refusing, something suddenly came to his mind.

"What the young master is saying, as long as there is any need for help, even if we can do it at the Ganges Bank, we will definitely be able to do it!" Jiang Chen's politeness made Song Yuanzhe feel very uncomfortable.

"It's the billions of immortal jade that I gave you back before, can you give it to me?" Jiang Chen stared at him.

"Yes, let alone billions of celestial jade, it is billions of celestial jade, tens of billions of celestial jade, there is no problem, Ganges Bank is already yours, as long as it does not affect the normal operation of the bank, you Take care of me as much as you want, and I'll send it to you anytime!"

Song Yuanzhe slapped his thigh and said impassionedly, even the saliva star almost splashed on Jiang Chen's face.

"It's not necessary." Jiang Chen waved his hand quickly and refused. Although he likes money, he is still far from what Song Yuanzhe said.

...

Speaking skills.

The four of them arrived inside the manor.

Song Yuanzhe quickly arranged a guest room for Bai Xiaoyun and the other two, and then immediately gave orders to his henchmen, and then he took Jiang Chen and walked inside.

"Song Owner..."

Looking around, Jiang Chen asked.

"Young Master, you can call me Xiao Song from now on. I really can't afford this big shopkeeper." Song Yuanzhe explained quickly if he was hit hard.

"Treasurer Song, since you know this, why didn't you explain it to me when I got here a few days ago?" Jiang Chen asked, sitting in a chair.

Song Yuanzhe hurriedly picked up a pot of freshly boiled tea, trot with the cup, made tea in front of Jiang Chen, and replied. "When I first meet with the young master, I also have to observe and observe. After all, the Ganges bank has too much business and I have to be responsible to the bank, and I hope the young master will not blame it."

"Understanding, understanding." Jiang Chen said with a sip of hot tea.

"The treasurer, the promissory note is here!" The subordinate hurried in, panting.

"Go down and rest!" Song Yuanzhe coughed slightly. In front of his subordinates, he still wanted to guarantee the dignity of the treasurer, but as soon as his subordinates left, he squatted down with a smile on his face, "Young Master, this is the second time. A promissory note of one billion celestial jade, there will be places where you need to spend money in the future, just speak up."

"Thank you." Jiang Chen took a look, threw it into the storage ring, and said, "By the way, didn't you say that you have something to tell me?"

"Um."

"Young Master, please come with me."

When it comes to this matter, Song Yuanzhe's expression is normal.

He got up and walked outside.

Going around the corridor, around a few pavilions, to a place guarded by dozens of disciples.

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, but just followed Song Yuanzhe.

The man opened the door and Song Yuanzhe walked in.

This is where Wei Qing and Wei Xiaoqiao live.

"Master Wei, is the food in our Ganges Bank not to your appetite?" Song Yuanzhe asked with a sneer looking at the lunch box placed aside.

"Song Yuanzhe, hurry up and let us out, I am the young master of the Wei family, you can't do this to me!" Hearing a familiar voice, Wei Qing rushed out from inside, pointing to Song Yuanzhe's nose and shouted loudly.

As soon as the words fell, Wei Qing saw Jiang Chen standing beside Song Yuanzhe.

Don't look to have only met once, but he deeply remembered Jiang Chen's appearance. This was the first young man who dared to be arrogant in front of him.

"Thank you, Master Song, for your help!"

In a daze, Wei Qing was dazzled by the hatred, thinking that Song Yuanzhe had captured Jiang Chen for him, and after holding his fist to thank him, he directly slammed his fist towards Jiang Chen.

"Snapped!"

A slap sounded.

Wei Qing flew out and fell heavily against the wall.

Jiang Chen stood there and didn't move the slightest.

Song Yuanzhe, who was indeed standing in front of him, took the slap, and Song Yunzhe used all his strength to make his palms turn red.

"Song Yuanzhe, how dare you reach out and hit me?!"

Wei Qing clutched his swollen side face, the smell of blood in his mouth made him spit out.

"Click..."

With his mouthful of blood, several teeth fell to the ground.

"You were the one who beat you." Song Yuanzhe snorted coldly, "Wei Qing, you remembered it to me. If you dare to hurt Jiang Chen a single hair, I will definitely torture you to death, even if your dad gets here, it's useless! "

"Brother, are you okay!" Hearing the noise, Wei Xiaoqiao walked out of the room quickly, and tears shed when he saw Wei Qing's miserable scene.

"Come here, take Miss Wei to take good care of you. If you are wronged, I will deal with you with the highest punishment of the bank!" Wei Xiaoqiao's pitiful appearance made Song Yuanzhe feel unbearable. He waved his hand and shouted loudly.

Soon, a few people from the Ganges Bank quickly stepped forward, took Wei Xiaoqiao's hands, and dragged it outside.

"Wei Qing, don't look at where you are now, put your young master's style away, maybe I can let you survive." Song Yuanzhe sighed gently, and the door of the room closed tightly.

Wei Qing stood with his face covered, his whole body trembling uncontrollably because of anger.

It's just that he knew that with Song Yuanzhe standing here, he had no chance of hurting Jiang Chen.

"Big shopkeeper, I don't know what you want to do when you brought me here?" Jiang Chen looked at Wei Qing lightly, not treating this person as a thing at all.

"Son...little friend Jiang Chen, I want to give you something as our meeting gift." Song Yuanzhe was about to say it, and suddenly thought of what Jiang Chen told him, so he immediately changed his name.

After speaking, Song Yuanzhe narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Qing.

Looking at Song Yuanzhe's gaze, Wei Qing immediately felt the hairs all over his body stand up.

"My Nima..." Wei Qing swallowed, taking two steps back with some fear. At this time, even the injury on his face was not so painful.

He realized that these two people were definitely not normal people, and Song Yuanzhe wanted to present himself as a gift to Jiang Chen. Then Jiang Chen is a living pervert!