Chapter 363: The Sick Man of the East!

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"Mr. Yamada, I've been waiting for a long time, but you still haven't acted, I've prepared the contract for the Tutian Building, you see?"

Sitting in the huge office, Yamada's gaze gradually became murderous, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth was even worse, but the tone was still so smooth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Yue Shao, don't be impatient, if this matter is going to be done, don't we have to plan it carefully, according to our investigation, that person is a person from a prominent family in Yanjing, if it is found out, our situation is precarious."

Yue Wujian was sitting in a private club at this time, this room was a room reserved for him by the owner when the club opened, and it belonged only to him.

He was alone in this room, after all, if this kind of thing was to talk, the presence of other people might cause unnecessary trouble, so Yue Wuji's brain was not stupid and would not make such a low-level mistake.

He shook the red wine in his glass, and whenever he was upset and thinking, he always used to drink some red wine and then think, so that his thinking would be clearer.

Yue Wujian listened to Yamada's words on the phone, and there was a trace of anger in his heart, these devils are all guys who don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles, if they don't give some benefits, they really won't make a move, even if there was an agreement before.

But what is the agreement, the agreement is nonsense, it can be reversed at any time, and it is not like doing business, there are liquidated damages if you regret it, they are illegal business.

"Mr. Yamada, I know your difficulties, the Yang family is indeed difficult to entangle, but if the Black Dragon Society does it seamlessly, they will also be traceless, what is there to be afraid of."

"That's what you're talking about. The project of Tutian Building is our first business with the Yue family, and we hope that Yue Shao will have a good deal in it. ā€

Yue Wujian smiled coldly: "This is certain, but I have to learn about Yang Feng's death, this bastard is not dead, I am not in the mood to cooperate with you Orientals." You know, my father hates you to the bone. ā€

The phone hung up, Yue Wujian sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the gold and silver canary he had bought for 10,000 gold on the high table opposite.

This bird is jumping around in the cage at this time, quite energetic, and the call is also crisp, the best among the real birds. This was caught from Qilian Mountain, and the price of this little guy on the black market is not low.

Never flew at low altitudes, but the weather was a little too abnormal that day, and it was bought back from a black hunter by a black marketeer.

"The cage is the restraint that traps the bird, Yang Feng. You can't run away. ā€

The underside of the cage was slightly phosphorescent, but the area was so small that it was like a speck of dust for no one to pay attention to.

Yamada is in the Yenching Sakura Chamber of Commerce, where he spends his days following the orders of a group of people who have come from the island country, they are the mysterious organization of the empire, and the elite is on display.

Several high-ranking experts of the Black Dragon Society are also among them. However, according to the news, the status in it is not too high, and it is conceivable the importance of a few people coming to China to do business.

Now the one he can get on the line with the Yue family is Yue Wuji, actually. He felt that this Yue Wufeng was very shrewd, but his style of doing things was stupid.

Yamada didn't take him seriously at all, but he couldn't bear this line of the Yue family, so let's take what they need.

Although the Yang family is strong, generally such families do not cooperate with others, and they use the resources of Huaxia. So they had no chance to take advantage of it at all, so killing Yang Feng became a thing he had to do.

I thought about it. He made a phone call and explained something. The smile on his face was very flattering, and his tone was extremely respectful, as if he was a pug begging for food to crawl on the ground.

After hanging up the phone, a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on the top of his head, as if he had just been under a lot of pressure, although he held a relatively important position in the Black Dragon Society, but in the eyes of some people, this was an innocuous position, and it was not a big deal to kill.

The embarrassment of the position can't hide his determination, what he has to do, the position he wants to rise, that is, to achieve it by any means!

Despicable villains do this, he doesn't think of himself as a gentleman, he's just a little person in the Black Dragon Society who wants to climb upwards.

Yang Feng ate very comfortably yesterday, spent hundreds of thousands, a good car price, Yue Wuregret is really bold enough, yesterday when Yang Feng left, he also said that he wanted to follow Yue Wuregret every day to eat fragrant and spicy food, which really startled him, saying that he was going to eat bran in the next few days.

Yue Wuregret sent him back with a Humvee, and the driver's skills were quite superb, and it was estimated that it was the level that Huaxia drove for the leader.

Yang Feng heard that the training of those people is quite strict, put a glass of water in the car, and the water cannot fluctuate greatly during the drive, what kind of technology is this, it has reached an extremely high standard.

Racers are fast, but these people are steady! Also, if the driving is unstable and scares the leaders, their jobs are really lost.

Especially some special leaders, it is estimated that at that time, it is not that the job is not guaranteed, and the mouth of eating is estimated to be unable to be saved, this is about state affairs.

Song Jie, this kid is not with him today, this kid left with Lu Wan yesterday, and then when he talked on the phone this morning, he heard some abnormal voices, and his feelings were doing morning exercises.

Yang Feng was a little happy, this Lu Wan is really unseemly, and she doesn't look like such a bold person, it's really a bit surprising to hand herself over to Song Jie so quickly.

Taking advantage of the time when Lu Wan went to the bathroom to take a shower, Song Jie was white with Yang Fengke for a while, saying how romantic and romantic last night was.

Yang Feng has been greedy for a while, he is still a virgin King Kong, Zhuang Wenya's development with him is in the stage of kissing and hugging, and it has not yet reached the point of opening a room.

Speaking of this, he also felt quite ashamed, guarding several big beauties but there was no movement, which made him a little ashamed.

"Damn, Lao Tzu will also have a romance with my Ya'er all day."

Yang Feng walked to Yanjing Alley to prepare for breakfast, he stayed at the hotel arranged by Yue Wuregret last night, and now he is really hungry.

"The boss will bring me two steamed buns, a bowl of fried noodles, and another bean curd!"

"Come on, wait a minute!"

Hot things, lighter, Yang Feng feels very good, this kind of life, eat some ordinary breakfast in the morning, play around all day, what's not good about this life.

The xiaolongbao here is good, Yang Feng feels that the skin on the outside is also soft, and the filling on the inside is even more delicious and juicy, and his appetite is open.

"Boss, your buns are really good!" Yang Feng shouted with a smile.

The boss took a bite of Beijing films, and he was also enthusiastic, and said with a smile: "If you think it's delicious, then just come back next time, I will definitely give you the best steamed buns." ā€

"Thank you then." Yang Feng swallowed this steamed bun into his stomach for a while, and then began to eat fried noodles, Yanjing's fried noodles are famous in China, Yang Feng has come to Yanjing but has eaten it many times, and he is really full of praise.

The fried noodles in this place are also quite authentic, the noodles are very chewy, the sauce is also very fragrant, and with that little bit of spiciness, it is really fragrant and delicious on the tip of the tongue.

Yang Feng was very happy to eat, at this time there was a person sitting opposite Yang Feng, Yang Feng looked up and took a look, this person was wearing a black windbreaker, with a pair of sunglasses, and a mask.

"Yang Sang?"

Yang Feng casually pulled some paper, wiped his mouth, looked at the person opposite, and said, "Orientals? Looking for me? ā€

"Yes."

"Okay, but next time I remember my name clearly, my name is Yang Feng, not Yang Sang, you have to be a little educated, don't change people's names casually."

Although he was wearing a mask, he could still clearly see that the face of the person who came twitched violently, and Yang Feng turned a blind eye to it and looked normal.

"Yang Sang is the honorific of our Great Oriental Country, so please don't be surprised."

Yang Feng waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I forgive you, it's not strange." ā€

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"What is this?" Yang Feng pointed to the waist of the visitor.

The person who came said coldly: "This is the saber under the next, and I came here today to challenge you, I heard that your Excellency is good, and I want to have a life-and-death battle in the next!" ā€

Yang Feng said lightly: "Fight for your life? Sure enough, it's the style of the Orientals, or you Orientals are dead-brained, and if you don't move, you will commit suicide by seppuku or something. ā€

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"But are you really good like this, carrying controlled knives in our Huaxia territory, you are not afraid that our chengguan brigade will arrest you, they are much stronger than your Oriental Self-Defense Forces, and they guarantee that you will go in standing and come out lying down."

"Yang Sang, I want to duel with you, I don't know when I have time, let's sign a life and death certificate!"

Yang Feng smiled: "You really want to fight me to the death, but I'm really busy, otherwise you go to find someone else, I really don't have time." ā€

The visitor was a little surprised by Yang Feng's speaking style, and he was a little caught off guard, but he immediately reflected it, and said with a faint smile: "Yang Sang, you won't be afraid, sure enough, the sick man of East Asia is still the sick man of East Asia." ā€

Yang Feng was eating the remaining basket of xiaolongbao, but when he heard this, he suddenly stopped, slowly raised his head, and looked at him.

The vision is as sharp as a sharp sword.

"What's your name?"

"Kobayashi."

Yang Feng pointed to the things on his table, and said coldly: "If you want to compete, you can, when Lao Tzu finishes eating the things on the table, let's find a place where there is no one, and see if Lao Tzu is the sick man of East Asia, or Lao Tzu beats you as a sick man of the East!" (To be continued)