Supreme Medicinal God

? Everyone was going to leave the western restaurant. Jiang Yuxin hummed in a minor, still looking at the mobile phone, and remembered Luo Feng's sudden death.

Her slender and slender fingers were constantly traversing on the phone, revealing a surprised look: "Wow, it seems that there were similar incidents last year, but the post was deleted, leaving only the title."

Lan Ling'er came together: "Oh, this kind of post was obviously deleted deliberately, but even if this kind of post is deleted, it will leave a little record. Their title is still in the index, but others can't see the content. Now."

"Unless you are a computer expert, you can restore such deleted posts."

"Go back long ago, this hotel is a bit evil, and will not come again."

Ye Feng also searched for posts similar to Jinyu Liangyuan's sudden death. There were two last year's posts with only the title, but a little title showed that the content did not exist.

Ye Feng sent the information of that post to Mike Wang, and left a message. Can I restore the post on the Internet about the sudden death of someone at Jinyuliangyuan Hotel? These posts have been deleted.

Mike King quickly responded with an OK expression.

After getting dressed, Ye Feng was about to go back with Jiang Yixue, but two big men in black suits came by the door of the western restaurant, blocking Ye Feng in front.

The two men looked familiar, and Ye Feng confirmed that they were the bodyguards who took Tommy back upstairs.

Jiang Yixue glanced at Ye Feng with a smile, and an idea passed on.

"You drunk the boss, they don't want you to leave."

"Do you think they can keep me?"

Jiang Yuxin suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "What do you want to do?"

The Dahan looked respectfully and bowed to Ye Feng: "Dr. Ye, hello, our President Jin would like to invite you to sit in his office and have a cup of tea."

Lan Linger said disdainfully: "Are you Mr. Jin drunk into a dead pig, can you still drink tea?"

The big man smiled bitterly: "It's Tommy who is drunk, and the gold I am talking about is always Mr. Jin Yujin of our Jin Group."

Jin's Group is one of the world's top 500 companies, and Jin Yu is a well-known businessman. He has also been a well-known brand when he went to Time Weekly of the United States.

Ye Feng did not recognize Jin Yu, but Jiang Yixue knew his person. She wondered: "What do you mean? Why did you Mr. Jin Yu ask Brother Ye to drink tea?"

Han said with a smile: "Mr. Jin heard that Dr. Ye became a shareholder of our Jinyu Liangyuan Hotel, so I would like to see Dr. Ye and congratulate him."

Lan Ling'er said in a pinch of blood: "Just hit his son, and I came out chanting."

On this issue, Jiang Yuxin and Lan Linger's views are surprisingly consistent: "If you can't fight a small one, you can send the old one to fight. It's useless, and it's not easy for the ancestors to come forward."

Ye Feng laughed: "If I disagree."

The two big men maintained a bowed posture: "Dr. Ye, we are only working, and the boss's orders we have to listen, and we can't stop you from leaving. We just convey the meaning of our general manager, nothing else."

"You are now a shareholder of our hotel, this is just a meeting between shareholders."

Ye Feng nodded: "Looking at the sincerity of the two of you, let's go with you."

Jiang Yuxin took Ye Feng's arm and held his head high: "Brother Ye, let's go together to see what medicine the old guy sells in the gourd."

"Go, we will go with Brother Ye."

The big man showed an embarrassed look and smiled bitterly: "We always invite Dr. Ye alone. Several of you can wait here for a while. Today, you don't need to pay for it. President Jin said, your list."

Jiang Yuxin heard that the list was available and smiled happily: "Can we still order something to eat?"

"Of course, you are Dr. Ye, Mr. Ye's friends, no matter what you eat or drink, all are listed."

Lan Ling'er said strangely: "Great, we want a bottle of 82-year-old Rafi."

"Lan Ling'er, you are finally smart. Sometimes you look at you and Sambo. I always think your IQ is similar to Sambo, but today, you have made progress."

"Really, should I let Sambo express gratitude to you."

"That's okay, how about I ask you for another boneless steak?"

Jiang Yixue had to sit down on their chairs again, and Ye Feng followed the two bodyguards to the elevator and went to the general manager's office on the top floor.

The 30-story Jinyu Liangyuan Hotel is also a landmark building in Beijing, with a majestic exterior and magnificent interior decoration.

The large elevator that can accommodate 20 people, golden and bright, runs very quietly and at a very fast speed, and it reaches the 30th floor without caring.

Stepping on the soft red carpet, looking at the beautiful oil paintings on both sides of the corridor, the beautiful multi-layer large chandelier, as if walking in the palace.

Through the glass curtain wall on the top floor, you can see the third ring road of Beijing as a shining light strip, winding and winding, reaching into the distance.

Regardless of location or software and hardware facilities, Jinyu Liangyuan Hotel is outstanding among similar hotels, but the occupancy rate of the hotel is always very low, and even in the peak of tourism, there will be empty rooms, because outside rumors, this hotel is a haunted house.

Ye Feng learned from his mobile phone that there are many rumors about Jinyu Liangyuan Hotel, and its history is the history of a haunted house.

The hotel was flipped on a collapsed embroidered building, and that embroidered building was once a haunted house, but these are legends and no one will pursue them.

In this part of Beijing, it’s a lot of money, and driven by money, who will pay attention to the indecent past of gold and jade? As long as it is covered up and makes money, it will be profitable, and some people will scramble to get it. .

At the end of the corridor, there is a large office. The office door has beautiful lines, beautiful shapes, and a modern sense.

But what makes Ye Feng strange is that on each side of the gate are a pair of glittering golden beast heads, with a golden ring in each mouth.

The head of the beast is called Jiao Tu, which is the ninth son of the dragon. The people have always inlaid it on the gate of the mansion for the purpose of town demons and evil spirits.

The big man pushed the door open for Ye Feng. The door was made of old rosewood, with a touch of woody fragrance, and it was extraordinarily heavy. The big man put a lot of effort before pushing the door open.

Ye Feng walked into the office. The office was spacious and bright. At the red sandalwood desk, a middle-aged man with a Chinese face and two white temples was sitting. He was holding a tablet and reading documents.

Seeing Ye Feng coming in, he stood up quickly, his voice resembling Hong Zhong, and asked with a smile: "This one must be Dr. Ye?"

(End of this chapter)