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Chapter 99

Words:1911Update:22/06/30 11:38:51

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Despicable people were the most hateful. These people only dared to hide in the dark and stare at the target like a poisonous snake. They could take a bite at any time when the target was not paying attention.

Ye Qing was very angry. His products were sold on the Internet. First, he did not fight a price war with others. Second, he did not belittle his competitors to raise his own price. He relied on the excellent quality of his products to achieve today's hot sales.

Who wouldn't be angry to be slandered like this for no reason?

It was fine if he couldn't find him. But since he could find him, Ye Qing had to show his stance and compete with him.

The Lagonda was like an agile fish. It overtook one car after another and went straight to the highway between Zhongyun and Shanghai.

A huge metal sculpture with exquisite lines and slowly rotating slowly appeared in front of Ye Qing's eyes.

This was the landmark [Wind Tower] of Zhongyun. It was also the first building that outsiders would see when they came to Zhongyun.

The metal sculpture looked like artistically processed fried dough twists and thin clouds. No matter how you looked at it, you couldn't associate it with wind.

It was more than 50 meters tall and was milky white. Its surface had a matte finish to prevent the reflection from hurting the driver's eyes when the sun was too strong.

When Ye Qing passed by the [Wind Tower], a few ladder trucks were surrounding the [Wind Tower] to clean it.

Ye Qing didn't have time to look. After passing the toll station, he roared and headed towards Shanghai at the speed limit of 140 km/h.

The final destination had been set on autopilot by Ye Qing. Ye Qing pulled a long face all the way. After two hours of driving, they arrived near Huating Lane. He found a quiet place to park the car and summoned the two peons to sit in the back seat of the Lagonda.

Ye Qing didn't plan to rely on verbal education this time. If this guy dared to blow his beard and stare at him, the two peons, who weighed more than 150 kilograms, would show him what real fear was …

The delivery address was written vaguely. It was Huating Lane No. 32. Ye Qing parked the car and walked around this old residential area for half a day, but he still couldn't find a house number.

This was the outskirts of the city. There were not many people around before it was time to get off work.

In the end, Ye Qing had no choice but to politely ask the old man who was sunbathing in front of his house if he knew where No. 32 was.

Ye Qing couldn't understand what the old man was saying at all. Although he had that guy's contact number, Ye Qing didn't know the local language. It was almost impossible to trick him out at this critical moment.

Of course, there was still a way. Ye Qing first walked to a snack bar across the street and packed a plate of fried rice. Then, he walked to a small store at the entrance of the alley. There was a sign that said Shen Tong Express Delivery Point.

Ye Qing took off his watch and pretended to be anxious as he walked into the shop. "Sir, do you know where No. 32 is in the alley behind you?"

"I'm a delivery man. Customer No. 32 ordered a plate of fried rice, but I couldn't find No. 32 after looking for a long time. He didn't answer his phone either."

The shop owner was a chubby middle-aged man. He was watching a Korean drama on his laptop. When he heard Ye Qing's question, he glanced at the takeaway box in Ye Qing's hand and said, "When you enter the alley, count left and right. Start counting from the first door."

Ye Qing smiled and thanked the master.

Five minutes later, Ye Qing came to the door of an old-fashioned square house with a small courtyard. Another five minutes later, two peons in navy blue overalls walked into the alley, swinging their arms.

Ye Qing knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Soon, an impatient voice came from inside.

"Hello, I'm an after-sales service worker for LG's Fully Automatic Washing Machine. I'd like to take some of your time to do an after-sales investigation. We'll give you an extra two years of warranty."

Ye Qing saw the last topic on his Weibo. It was about dismantling LG's Fully Automatic Washing Machine. It didn't matter if he bought it online or in a store. Ye Qing decided to use it as a cover.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qing thought it would take a lot of effort to trick him into opening the door. After all, this guy was very cunning. He even used a fake name to buy products.

He didn't expect the other party to open the door without even asking.

The mystery was soon revealed. The person who opened the door was a fierce-looking man in a tight black T-shirt. He had a strong physique and a large area of tattoos on his arms.

There were two sandbags in the small courtyard. Two similarly dressed men were punching the sandbags with professional boxing techniques.

No wonder he opened the door so confidently without even asking.

Three malicious gazes swept over Ye Qing, and he was stunned.

No matter how he looked at them, they didn't look like Senior Mechanical Engineers. They could only be Lu Tianjun's lowly bodyguards.

The man was also stunned. Because Ye Qing was carrying a lunch box in his hand, but he said that he was the washing machine's after-sales service.

Ye Qing looked into the courtyard. The familiar lunch boxes in the corner made Ye Qing's expression change.

"Get out of my way, you piece of trash." Ye Qing said to him in a very serious tone.

"What did you say?" The man's eyes widened. He thought that he heard wrong.

"Trash, get out of my way!"

The tattooed man was furious. He threw a straight right fist at Ye Qing's face.

His fist didn't hit the target. Instead, it was caught by a hand the size of a casserole that reached out from both sides of the door and wrapped around his fist.

The strength of this hand was as big as a transformer. When a peon walked out from the side, the tattooed man's eyes almost popped out.

A two meter tall, muscular man with a murky gaze. He looked so fierce that even the tattooed man was scared of him …

The peon chuckled and began to increase the strength of his hand.

The tattooed man's facial features were all scrunched up in an instant. The shocking pain made his mouth suck in cold air so fast that it was like a blower.

Before he could beg for mercy, the peon gave him a light punch.

The man was sent flying. When he landed on the ground, he struggled violently and rolled around like a wild goose that had been shot.

The other two who had been practicing their fists had yet to recover from their shock when they were kicked into silence by the peons who had rushed into the yard.

When Ye Qing walked into the courtyard, the peon didn't make too much noise. He just knocked the three people to the ground. They couldn't even beg for mercy.

The door in the courtyard was closed. Ye Qing continued to knock on the door.

Without any question, a man in his thirties, with unshaven hair and treacherous eyes opened the door and appeared in front of Ye Qing.

Obviously, he didn't hear anything in the courtyard. Or rather, he didn't worry about the three people in the courtyard. Even if he did, he wouldn't care.

The peon stood behind Ye Qing. Ye Qing looked at him seriously. "Are you Lu Tianjun?"

The three people lying in the yard, as well as the two iron tower like men standing behind Ye Qing, made Lu Tianjun completely shocked, as he screamed and tried to close the door.

But it was too late. Ye Qing grabbed his hair and threw the lunchbox in his left hand at Lu Tianjun's head like a cannonball.

"I'll give you a lunchbox."

The fried rice flew everywhere like fireworks. Lu Tianjun looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Before the painful howl could reach his throat, he was kicked back by Ye Qing.

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