Shen Meiyi's voice was full of worry and anxiety, but Ye Fan smiled indifferently: "What are you afraid of? Don't worry, they can't do anything! They want to make trouble, and it's themselves who have an accident!"

Of course, Shen Meiyi has confidence in Ye Fan's ability, but what she is most worried about is that the fans will be injured, and she frowned: "It is better to nip the contradiction in the bud!"

At this time, the call was transferred to Shen Meiyi's agent Li Jing, who was more experienced than Shen Meiyi, and she also seemed calm, and said, "Ye Shao, I'm Li Jing, I heard that you have arrived in Shanghai?"

"That's right. ”

Li Jing frowned and said: "As far as I know, the 'Belle Era' and their agents have arrived in Shanghai, I think the best way is to get in touch with the people of the 'Belle Era', let them realize the strictness of the matter, and come forward to persuade the fanatical fans not to make trouble!"

"Hmm...... Okay, I'll get in touch with them!" Ye Fan frowned, thinking that this was a good way, because these fans were the most brainless, and they had always regarded the words of their idols as good words.

"Please, Ye Shao!" Li Jing's all hopes now are pinned on Ye Fan, although Iron Eagle Entertainment is powerful, its influence cannot reach Shanghai at all.

Ye Fan hung up the phone and said to Yang Zhan: "You now make an appointment with Wu Fei of Feiwu Exciting Company! We want to talk to the people of the 'Beauty Era'!"

Yang Zhan immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Wu Fei's number, but after a few minutes, the call still went unanswered.

Yang Zhan gritted his teeth and said, "This kid doesn't answer the phone, it's crazy enough!" But Ye Shao, don't worry, I've been sending people to follow him these days! His every move is under our surveillance!" made another call.

I have to say that the Red Alliance Tomahawk is now the most powerful society in China, and the intelligence agency is definitely not a fictitious organization, three minutes later, he told Ye Fan the information, and said: "It has been investigated, at the Boyue Hotel!"

"Okay, Yang Zhan, I'll go over now. You guys are waiting for me here!" Ye Fan didn't want to bring too many people to bluff. Originally, this principle was easy to explain.

The mouse wanted to see Kwon so-young of the "Belle Époque" very much, blinked his mouse eyes, and said, "Boss, shall I drive for you?"

Ye Fan's divine sense swept away, and he knew his plan, but his small request was not excessive, he smiled indifferently and said, "Okay!"

He pointed at Pu Xialiang again and said, "You can go with me too!" Ye Fan asked him to come over, the purpose was to facilitate the release of news and appease the fans' feelings as quickly as possible.

Park Xialiang nodded in despair. followed Ye Fan and them downstairs, and when they saw Ye Fan and them sitting in a Rolls-Royce Phantom worth tens of millions, they were shocked and realized that the young man in front of them was indeed not a small person, and it was really like playing to kill himself.

At a very fast speed, they came to the Boyue Hotel, and a few of the Red League's younger brothers who were guarding the Boyue Hotel immediately took Ye Fan and them to a KTV luxury box, and said: "It's here! This hotel also needs to pay protection money to the Red Alliance Tomahawk, so their chairman has already said that they can toss it casually, just beg us not to kill people." ”

Ye Fan's divine sense swept over, and in the box, the laser lights flickered, the music shook the sky, and the smoke was swirling, exuding a rich and peculiar fragrance.

He immediately made a phone call to Dai Youchang, director of the Shanghai Municipal Bureau, and explained the general situation.

After Xing Bing's death, Dai Youchang is now in power, and he finally tasted the wonderful taste of the rights corresponding to his position, but he understood very well that the reason why he was able to sit firmly in his position was because Ye Fan inadvertently killed Xing Bing, who had the Murong family as his backer.

Whether Ye Fan intentionally or not, he objectively helped him, so he was full of gratitude to Ye Fan.

Moreover, he also knew that Ye Fan came to Shanghai this time for the investment of the Chinese Medical Center, and he was deeply courteous to the official high-level of Shanghai.

In his opinion, the importance of a small star like "Belle Époque" and the brokerage company behind it is not qualified to be compared with a large industrial company like the National Medical Center. Therefore, he had no reason to be disobedient, and immediately said that he would organize capable forces to arrest these people.

Ye Fan pushed open the door, and Pu Xialiang saw seven members of the "Belle Age", sitting in the arms of several black-bellied old men, some with wine, some singing, and some skating together.

There is also a pair of anxious ones, their mouths gnawed directly together, and the old man's hand has already probed into the girl's group, and he can't help but play with it.

For a moment, Pu Xialiang had a sense of heartbreak, it turned out that those glamorous goddesses in his mind were so dirty and unbearable in private.

The mouse felt a hint of comfort, because his favorite Kwon so-young did not accompany these old men to drink and skate like those girls, but sat on the side like the goddess of the iceberg, drinking juice.

Ye Fan's attention was not on these little stars at all, he saw a man in a suit and gold wire glasses, drinking shoulder to shoulder with Wu Fei, and with a sweep of his senses, he knew that he was the agent of the Korean side.

Ye Fan glanced at the mouse, the mouse stepped forward, pulled out the plug of the jukebox, and turned on the headlights in the room.

That voice made Park Xialiang a little crazy, and his mood suddenly fell to the bottom, could it be that these people in the "Beauty Era" are lip-synching on weekdays? Otherwise, why don't I sing well?

Several black-bellied old men who were playing were interrupted, and they were angry, and one of them, who didn't know how to advance or retreat, stood up, pointed at Ye Fan and said, "Where did you come from, rabbit cub, get out!"

Ye Fan pulled the stool of the jukebox and sat down, smoked a cigarette slowly, lit it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and said indifferently: "I'm sorry to disturb your Yaxing." Please don't be impatient, I would like to have a few words with this agent from South Korea, I wonder if I can make it convenient?"

The South Korean agent was full of displeasure and said to Wu Fei: "Boss Wu, what's going on?"

Several members of the Belle Era looked at Ye Fan with an arrogant face, and kept scolding.

Several black-bellied old men claimed their identities and did not have seizures, and one of them called the owner of the Boyue Hotel.

But an old man with a somewhat underworld background broke out in an instant, took out a pistol, aimed at Ye Fan, and shouted: "Get out! If you don't get out, I'll shoot!"

Wu Fei saw that it was a mouse who brought a young man, and he didn't dissuade the old man with a gun, but just quietly and silently made a phone call.

Pu Xialiang was so frightened that his legs were weak for a while, he didn't expect that there was a black boss here, and looked at Ye Fan suspiciously, and said in his heart, no matter how horizontal this kid is, he doesn't dare to argue with the big guy with a gun, right?

Ye Fan smiled lightly, his eyes were like no waves in the ancient well, without a trace of waves, revealing an amazing psychological element, slowly stood up, and walked over to the big man with a gun, the big man was suddenly startled, and bluffed: "Don't come here, I'll kill you if you come here again!"

Ye Fan snatched his pistol with his hand, slapped him with his head and face, staggered him, and said, "Use a pistol to scare people!"

The big man was taken aback, how could this kid see that I was playing with an imitation gun, this kid could not be a fairy? If not, then he must be an expert in playing with guns. Although he couldn't guess Ye Fan's identity, his momentum immediately declined, and he stood aside with his face covered with humiliation, not daring to speak.

Several other black-bellied old men beat the boss of this hotel, and only got one sentence - "The people of the Red Alliance Tomahawk are looking for a shit, I can't afford to provoke it, if you don't want to die, get out of here as soon as possible!"

The Red Alliance Tomahawk is the first society in Shanghai, and even in Huaxia, they are all heroic figures who kill people without blinking, and they don't dare to provoke them if they have a hundred guts!

When they landed, the gang was so frightened that they didn't dare to make a sound, and they leaned against the wall and moved out of the door little by little.

In an instant, the originally lively box was only left with Korean agents, seven members of the Belle Époque and Wu Fei.

After clearing the venue, it was time to talk about business, Ye Fan sat back on the chair and said with a smile: "Now because the fans of the 'Belle Époque' want to disrupt Shen Meiyi's concert, the Internet has become very troublesome, and it has intensified, I am very worried that innocent fans will be hurt." Therefore, I think that Shen Meiyi and you have both issued statements to appease the fans and nip the contradiction in the bud, I don't know, can you agree with my plan?"

The Korean agent looked arrogant and said in stiff Chinese: "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know Huaxia, please talk to me in Korean......"

"I don't like Korean, do you know English?" Ye Fan repeated his meaning in fluent and pure English.

Listening to the authentic American English, the mouse's eyes were straight, and his admiration for Ye Fan was like a surging river, as if the English was spoken by himself.

The guy asked the Korean agent proudly: "Do you understand? English is the lingua franca of international business, don't say you can't understand it!"

"This gentleman, I understand!" Ye Fan said English, the Korean agent really didn't understand, his face was embarrassed, but in fact, he could understand Chinese, so he said in jerky Chinese.

He is very pretending, but the market for the "Belle Époque" is in Asia, more precisely in China, and their music and dance, which are not original enough, can only coax the children in the urban-rural junction of China.

"Then what is your opinion?" Ye Fan asked with a smile.

"We can't control the fans' affairs, we can only be responsible for our own actions. The Korean economist put on a look of helplessness and spread his hands.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan's anger suddenly rose, it seems that these sticks are also the corners of the coffin without tears!