The Richest Man Yang Fei

Wang Changning's men, one left and one right, punched Yang Fei in the face.

Fu Heng couldn't sit still, and to his surprise, Yang Fei couldn't sit still either.

I saw Yang Fei, sitting like a golden knife on a horse, with a calm and composed expression, as if walking in a garden.

Fu Heng raised his eyebrows, thinking that you are really so calm? Treat these thugs as nothing?

Think about when I was young, not to mention being like Yang Fei, when Mount Tai collapsed in front of my eyes and my face changed. At that time, he was young and vigorous, brave and ruthless, and could smash people's heads with a single word of disagreement. If such a thing had happened to him, he would have been furious and would have fought.

A person's character will grow with life experience. The older you are, the more stable you are.

But Yang Fei's appearance was contrary to Fu Heng's common sense.

So young, so calm and composed!

It was obvious that there was no fear or flinch in Yang Fei's eyes.

Only a sneer!

And a touch of contempt!

Simply, scary!

Just when Fu Heng and the others were stunned, their eyes suddenly blurred, and they didn't know what happened, they only heard a crackling noise.

Then, they saw a surprising scene happen, Wang Changning, together with several of his subordinates, flew out sideways!

Some knocked over tables and chairs and knocked against the wall, shouting ouch, ouch.

Some were thrown out of the door, lying face down on the ground like bastards.

As for Wang Changning, he was thrown onto the boiling water pot, and his buttocks sat in the hot bone soup, like a dry fried soft-shelled turtle, waving his hands and feet wildly, and his body was upright, but he just came out. Not the big aluminum pot.

Fu Heng was so astonished that he turned around in horror and looked at the small noodle shop.

Several customers in the small noodle restaurant, as well as the big fat chef who served the food before, all looked fierce, like gods descending from the earth, guarding Yang Fei's surroundings like iron towers.

Yang Fei said lightly: "When you are away from home, the world is not peaceful, and you must be on guard against others.

It made Mr. Fu laugh. "

Fu Heng said ahhh twice before realizing: "Are they all arranged by Mr. Yang?"

Yang Fei said: "I learned that Mr. Fu is coming, although I don't know who you are, but from the tone of your butler Liu Fu, you can tell that your identity is not ordinary, so, just to be on the safe side, I arranged a few security guards By your side, to prevent other people from disturbing Mr. Fu's peace of mind."

Fu Heng thought to himself, you are worried about me, just say it straight, and beat around the bush, saying it is to protect me?

In any case, what Yang Fei said was purely good, there was nothing wrong with it at all, and Fu Heng couldn't find fault with it.

"It was me who made Mr. Yang laugh. My ancestors were all high-ranking officials, whether they were first-rank or second-rank. After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, my grandfather's generation started doing business, and the antique business was the only thing that went wrong. We accumulated wealth, so we raised a lot of family servants. After liberation, our family declined for a while, and then the whole family moved to Singapore, and only came back in the 1980s. There are several family servants who have been with our family. Grandpa Liu Fu, It’s the one who served my grandpa’s generation.”

Yang Fei thought to himself, this is not unusual.

People like Liu Fu were called domestic slaves in ancient times, but in modern times they are called servants.

Don't think that the name "House Slave" sounds bad, just because the status of the family is low.

The seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate, a domestic slave who bullies others, is more arrogant than ordinary officials.

Even in modern times, there are still many aristocratic families in Singapore. There are hundreds of servants and servants in the family, and the rules in the family are very strict.

It's just that civilization is emphasized now, and many bad habits and stereotypes have gradually been overthrown and reformed.

There are fewer and fewer traditional families like Fu Heng.

However, the emerging wealthy families sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Old rules were overturned, but new rules were made by those at the top.

Common people, no matter which dynasty they are in, cannot imagine the lives of noble people.

Huang Taixiang, a great salt merchant in the Qing Dynasty, only ate his own chickens, which were mixed with supplements such as ginseng and atractylodes. Only the eggs laid by such chickens could be used to make fried rice with eggs.

And with this bowl of egg fried rice, there is also a hundred fish soup, which contains crucian carp tongue, silver carp brain, carp white, grouper carp liver, yellow croaker swim bladder, shark fin, turtle fish skirt, carp fish blood, mullet fillet, etc. Wait.

Just like modern people, when they hear that someone bought a big house of more than 1,000 square meters, they think that such a big house is hard to do sanitation work, and it is not as cozy as a small living room.

As everyone knows, they don't have to clean themselves at all. They have housekeepers, servants, drivers, cooks, and gardeners. There are as many as a dozen people who serve their wives during confinement.

Although Yang Fei doesn't have a lot of experience, he has learned a long time ago that he no longer uses his own head to think about other people's wallets, nor does he use his own life experience to frame other people's lives.

Seeing the mess in the room, Yang Fei shrugged his brows and said in a deep voice: "Ma Feng, clean them out!"

Ma Feng and others took orders and threw Wang Changning and others outside the door like throwing trash.

Wang Changning's butt was probably cooked by the bone broth.

Fu Ying was a girl. Although she was young, she seemed to have seen the world. Seeing this crazy and bloody scene, she didn't feel any great visual impact, so she just pursed her lips and smiled.

On the contrary, she felt that such a Yang Fei looked like a billionaire and was worthy of his young and promising status.

Liu Fu who was next to him broke into a cold sweat secretly, thinking that it was lucky that he didn't ask anyone to come in just now, if it was hard just now, they would be the ones lying outside the door now.

Although Fu Heng brought some people, but like Wang Changning's people, they were all two hundred and five, and they usually bullied kind people.

The same is raising bodyguards, and the level of bodyguards is also different.

Some people raise boxing champions and Sanda masters, while others can only raise bastards for appearance.

It's a person, as long as you wear your eyes, you can see that Ma Feng, Mouse and others are unusual. Their clean moves and calm and cold eyes are like cold-blooded soldiers who have experienced many battles, making people see wolfishness. And tiger sex!

On the contrary, from the bodyguards raised by a person, it can also be seen whether the person's status is honorable or not.

Fu Ying smiled slightly: "Mr. Yang, I now believe that the bowl of noodles you ate is really delicious. Can I have a bowl?"

Yang Fei said lightly: "The owner of the shop is not here today, if you want to eat, please go early tomorrow."

Fu Ying wasn't angry either, she giggled: "Okay, tomorrow morning, I'll wait for you here and have some noodles together."

Yang Fei grabbed a napkin, wiped his hands, and said to Fu Heng: "Mr. Fu, this is the end of the conversation! Everyone is very busy, there is no need to waste time."

He then ordered Ma Feng: "Give the shop owner three thousand yuan to compensate for the loss of the broken furniture."

After finishing speaking, he Shi Shiran got up and walked away.

Fu Heng sat for a long time without speaking or moving.

"He's gone..." Liu Fu reminded in a low voice, "Our people are still outside."