"Brother Wen, Brother Quan, what's wrong?" Ye Xuan felt goosebumps when he was stared at by the two of them with strange gazes.
"Ah Hsuan, how did you know about the situation overseas? Also, what you said just now, did you think of it yourself? " Zhou Qing Quan looked at Ye Xuan in astonishment and asked. Even Ye Wen looked at him in astonishment.
Ye Xuan was stunned. He couldn't possibly say that he read it from the information given to him by the system. He shook his head and said, "No, I have a friend who is studying in England. He sent me a letter a while ago and said it."
"Oh!" The two of them nodded their heads, not believing him.
"Ah Hsuan, you seem to have some thoughts about Ah Quan's factory. Are you interested?" Ye Wen suddenly looked at Ye Xuan and asked.
"Haha, Brother Wen, Brother Quan, I won't hide it from you. I'm really interested. I just don't know if Brother Quan is willing to let me partner up with him." Ye Xuan smiled as he looked at Zhou Qing Quan.
Zhou Qing Quan looked at Ye Xuan with a hesitant expression. Then, he looked at Ye Wen, who was sitting beside him. He muttered to himself for a while and said, "Ah Hsuan, how much do you want to invest and how many shares do you want?"
"That depends on how big you plan to expand the factory and how many shares you want to give to me and Brother Wen." Ye Xuan smiled and kicked the ball back to Zhou Qing Quan.
"There's no need for that, Ah Hsuan. I'm not short of money for now." Ye Wen still insisted that he didn't want to get involved. That made sense. His life was so comfortable now. Moreover, what Ye Xuan said didn't happen at all. It was natural that he didn't believe it.
"I plan to invest two million to build this cotton factory. I can give you 30% of the shares, but I have a condition. I must be in charge of the management of the cotton factory!" When it came to business, Zhou Qing Quan's face became serious. He thought for a while before he said this.
"Alright, I trust you, Brother Quan. How about this, I'll give you seven hundred thousand, and Brother Quan only needs to give me thirty percent of the shares. I won't interfere with the management of the cotton factory, and you'll be in charge of it. I only need to look at the accounts every month, and I only need to manage the dividends. How about that, Brother Quan?" Ye Xuan didn't plan on caring about those messy things, and he didn't have the energy to care about them. Investing in this cotton factory was just to see that it could last for another three years. He still had a lot of things to do in the next two or three years, and he still had a lot of things to arrange. He didn't have the leisure to worry about such a small factory.
"Ah Hsuan, are you serious?" Zhou Qing Quan looked at Ye Xuan in shock. Seven hundred thousand was thrown out so easily. Zhou Qing Quan was really afraid that he was joking.
At this moment, even Ye Wen looked at Ye Xuan in surprise. Ye Wen didn't expect this little brother of his to be so rich. He casually said seven hundred thousand, as if it was only seventy dollars. Even if Ye Wen's family was considered wealthy, he couldn't just take out such money so easily. At this moment, Ye Wen finally remembered that he didn't know this little brother's background at all. He only knew that his master was Huang Fei-hung, who had passed away over ten years ago. He didn't know anything else.
"Brother Quan, don't worry. I'll keep my word. How about this, Brother Quan, write the conditions we just discussed into a contract. When you're done, we'll sign it. I'll immediately give you the money. What do you think?" Ye Xuan said with a smile.
"Alright …"
Bang!
Just when Zhou Qing Quan was about to make a decision happily, the closed door was suddenly pushed open. Martial Fanatic Lin's younger brother appeared at the door and shouted to the people in the room with an aggrieved expression, "Master Ye, Mr. Ye, I've been framed!"
"Master, master, calm down, calm down …"
The few of them looked outside and saw a group of people of all ages and genders surrounding the door to watch the show. Martial Fanatic Lin was holding back Master Liao, who was trembling with anger, and was trying his best to calm him down.
"Mr. Ye, please tell everyone. Did you fight with Master Liao and beat him up?" Sha Danyuan pointed at Master Liao, who was so angry that his face turned green, and said loudly.
"Is that so?!"
"What happened?"
Master Liao's expression changed when he heard the discussion of the people around him. He pointed at Ye Xuan and Ye Wen, who were sitting in the private room, and said, "Mr. Ye, Master Ye, you, you have to prove my innocence!"
Ye Wen nodded. Just when he was thinking about how to solve this problem, Martial Fanatic Lin, who was standing behind him, suddenly rushed forward. With a swoosh, he opened the bead curtain and grabbed his younger brother, Sha Danyuan, by his clothes. He said angrily, "You're still lying and disturbing Mr. Ye and Brother Wen. Hmph!"
As he said that, he pulled Sha Danyuan out of the room.
"I'm not lying!" Sha Danyuan tried his best to explain. He shook off Martial Fanatic Lin's hand and said, "When I was picking up the kite, I saw Mr. Ye and Brother Wen's duel with my own eyes."
"Oh, your kite was so coincidentally disconnected and fell in Brother Wen's house. You also happened to see Master Liao and Mr. Ye duel. You also happened to see the whole process. How can there be so many coincidences!" Martial Fanatic Lin looked at his stubborn younger brother angrily. His family was in the restaurant business. Businessmen all liked to make money peacefully. This matter could be big or small. On the small side, it was just a conversation topic after a meal. On the big side, it was cutting off Master Liao's source of wealth. Cutting off one's source of wealth was like killing one's parents. This was a fight to the death. Moreover, the other party was a master of a martial arts dojo. If he didn't forgive him, how could he be kind? (After reading many movie reviews, they all said that Martial Fanatic Lin was very cowardly. Tang Shui wanted to use her own understanding to correct his name.)
"It's just such a coincidence!" Seeing that even his brother didn't believe him, Sha Danyuan felt so wronged that he almost cried. He was just telling the truth. Why didn't anyone believe him? He couldn't understand this matter.
"Even if it's true, you can't go around saying it. Some things can't be admitted!" Martial Fanatic Lin was so angry with his younger brother that he shouted at him in a suggestive tone.
"If it's true, aren't you afraid of admitting it?" Sha Danyuan didn't understand Martial Fanatic Lin's meaning at all. He still straightened his neck and argued with Martial Fanatic Lin.
"It's very embarrassing to admit it!" Martial Fanatic Lin said angrily.
"What embarrassing? How would I know so much!" Sha Danyuan didn't care anymore. He shook his head and didn't even want to look at Martial Fanatic Lin anymore.
Martial Fanatic Lin was so angry with his stubborn younger brother that smoke was coming out of his seven orifices. He suddenly pulled down Sha Danyuan's pants, revealing his white buttocks and thighs. Immediately, the onlookers burst into laughter. "This is called embarrassing!"
"Ah!" Sha Danyuan hurriedly pulled up his pants and shouted angrily at his brother, Martial Fanatic Lin. He ran out of the restaurant with a bellyful of grievance.
"Martial Fanatic Lin, there's no need to do this!" At this moment, Ye Wen and Ye Xuan walked out. After all, the two of them were involved in this matter. Ye Wen looked at the Sand Bile Source that had run out and sighed.
Just as Martial Arts Fanatic Lin was about to speak, a man wearing a police cap and uniform walked out of the crowd. As he walked, he shouted arrogantly at the surrounding audience, "What are you laughing at? Are you not taking me seriously? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
As the captain of Foshan's patrol team, Li Zhao walked out from the crowd arrogantly. He was like a king inspecting his own territory. His gaze was high and mighty. Even when he looked at Ye Wen, the number one expert of Foshan, his eyes revealed a look of disdain.
"Captain, captain … It's just a small matter, just a small matter!" Martial Addict Lin did not want to make the matter bigger. After all, they were still in his restaurant, so he quickly said with a smile.
"What's the matter?" Li Zhao raised his chin and asked with his eyes half-closed.
"Disperse, disperse …" Martial Maniac Lin wanted to persuade the onlookers to disperse before comforting the captain of the patrol team.
"You're not allowed to leave!" Li Zhao extended his finger and pointed. It seemed like he did not want to settle the matter easily.
"Captain, it's just a small matter, just a small matter!" Martial Addict Lin said with a smile.
"I've seen everything. I'm warning you, whoever causes trouble in my territory and doesn't follow the rules, I'll arrest them!" Li Zhao looked at the onlookers and said in an imposing manner.
"Sigh, I'm not here to cause trouble. Someone is ruining my reputation. I'm only here to seek justice." Master Liao was afraid that he would be implicated, so he quickly jumped out to clear his name.
Li Zhao looked at Master Liao with disdain and said coldly, "Seek justice? I am the justice!"
He turned around and looked at Ye Wen and Ye Xuan who were standing at the side. He looked at them with a warning tone and said with disdain, "You bunch of uneducated men only know how to fight all day long. What era are we in now? Ah? Martial arts? Let's compete with weapons! "
Li Zhao patted the gun holster on his waist with a cold expression. He suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed it at Ye Xuan's head. He said arrogantly, "Gun, gun, do you understand?"
Looking at the gun pointed at his head, Ye Xuan did not move at all. However, a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes and the corner of his mouth slowly curled into a cold smile.
"Ah! Snake! — — "
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