Chapter 16 Money? ? ? Too Hard!!

Domineering.

The apocalyptic disaster broke out.

Do you still think you are the big boss?

"If you want to ask me to do something, just come down and tell me yourself!!"

Yang Feng's words were very domineering. No matter you are a big boss or a chairman, you have to be humble.

"Okay, okay, I'll go now."

The man wiped the cold sweat from his temples and left quickly as if he was escaping. He didn't want to stay with this evil star for a second.

"Huh?"

Yang Feng shooed away the little fly and looked at another place.

An impressive beauty appeared in an unexpected place.

Su Manman.

She actually hid near the corner of the wall like other refugees, curled up, and her eyes were dim.

"What are you doing here."

Yang Feng was a little curious, took two steps forward, and lowered his head to ask Su Manman.

"I... I was... driven out."

Su Manman shrank back in fear, and then stuttered, her eyes full of grievance and anger.

Room 407.

That seemingly pitiful mother and son, as well as several other refugees, took over her house.

Obviously.

Su Manman was the easiest one to bully.

She was finally despised and driven out of her house, becoming a homeless female vagrant, hiding in a corner with other refugees.

A great kind person.

Su Manman provided clean towels, cooked food, provided hot water, donated supplies, and gave her house to the poor refugees.

What happened in the end?

Her kindness was not rewarded, but made her penniless, becoming a wandering refugee, despised by everyone, and regarded as a troublemaker by everyone.

Three days.

It was only the third day of the apocalypse.

The fragile human nature has been twisted into the shape of fangs, and as time goes by, the fangs of the dark side of human nature will become sharper and sharper.

"Keep up the good work."

Yang Feng's mouth corners slightly raised, as if with a hint of mockery, he patted Su Manman's shoulder: "These days, it's not easy to be a saint."

Su Manman naturally understood the sarcasm in the words, bit her lips lightly, and a trace of red liquid flowed out.

Stubborn.

Her eyes flashed with stubbornness and unyielding, but in the end she just held back her tears, turned her head away and dared not refute.

Not long after.

There was a commotion in the corridor's safety passage.

A man walked down the stairs like a moon surrounded by stars and appeared in front of everyone.

He was wearing a neat brand-name suit, with a little gray hair combed meticulously. Although he was about fifty years old, he looked particularly young because of regular fitness, and his body was straight and tall.

Mo Jianfeng.

This man was the chairman of the group, a wealthy businessman responsible for the development of several nearby real estate projects.

Behind Mo Jianfeng, right next to him was the general manager of the property, Bai Ting, followed by several sturdy men, including the man whose arm was cut off by Yang Feng.

"What a grand show."

Yang Feng lowered his eyes and sneered sarcastically.

Mo Jianfeng walked slowly.

The ups and downs of the business world and his long-term high position gave him a confidence that was superior to ordinary people, and this confidence was usually regarded as the bearing of a superior.

The refugee survivors around him,

"Hello."

"I am Mo Jianfeng."

Mo Jianfeng's face was calm, and his words were heavy with the weight of a leader, and he extended his hand forward to show his goodwill.

Yang Feng glanced down, but did not mean to shake hands with him. He sneered and turned back to the house: "Come in."

"You!!"

Manager Bai Ting beside Mo Jianfeng glared at her beautiful eyes, extremely angry at this unreasonable behavior.

Especially... Yang Feng insulted his own big boss, who made her look up and lick Mo Jianfeng.

Yang Feng turned around.

His cold eyes, like a sharp blade, swept across Bai Ting and the armless man behind her.

Trouble comes from the mouth!!

Bai Ting then recalled the horror of facing Yang Feng yesterday, and the scene of cutting off the arm of the security captain was still vivid in her mind.

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm here."

Mo Jianfeng's palm was placed on Bai Ting's shoulder, and his steady and heavy words made people feel at ease.

Yes!

The big boss is by his side.

What's more, this time he was well prepared, not only picking a few tough guys who could fight, but also bringing...

Bai Ting was convinced, and the fear in her heart was mostly dissipated. She even secretly shouted, waiting for the big boss to deal with this fool! !

Yang Feng's room was very messy.

Many food packaging bags were thrown on the ground casually, and the oily dishes and chopsticks were not washed and filled the table.

"Sit wherever you want."

Yang Feng lay on the chair, indicating that everyone was free, but in fact there was no second chair in the room, and Mo Jianfeng could only stand awkwardly.

Dogs that try to please their superiors are everywhere.

The man who was in charge of delivering the message quickly moved a chair outside and respectfully placed it behind Mo Jianfeng.

Mo Jianfeng was in a bad mood.

He sat on the chair brought by his subordinates and took out a box of cigarettes from his arms. The special iron box was printed with a series of English words, and each one was a privately customized top-quality product.

Ding.

A crisp sound.

Bai Ting quickly stepped forward and used a high-end lighter inlaid with diamonds to light up Mo Jianfeng intimately.

Haha.

Yang Feng just sneered.

He picked up an apple, rubbed it and took a big bite: "If you have anything to say, come on, are you here to show off or what?"

This sentence almost choked Mo Jianfeng.

Bai Ting was about to get angry, but the boss Mo Jianfeng stretched out his hand and asked her not to speak.

Mo Jianfeng turned around, then took out a small notebook from his arms, and took out a custom-made pen made of pure gold, writing something on it.

"I want to discuss a business with you."

After Mo Jianfeng finished speaking, he tore off the top page of the small notebook and handed it to Yang Feng.

Check.

This is a check for 10 million.

For ordinary people, 10 million is an astronomical figure, and working hard for a lifetime may not be able to earn this amount.

"This is a prepayment."

"Before the rescue arrives, if you can guarantee my safety, I will give you another check, fill in the number as you like!"

Mo Jianfeng came here not to find a place to avenge his subordinates, but to bribe Yang Feng with money.

Yang Feng took the check and looked at it carefully.

"10 million, it's really a lot."

"It's the first time I've seen a check, and the first time I've seen so much money."

Yang Feng was still like a bumpkin, holding the check in the sun and looking at it more carefully.

Mo Jianfeng smiled.

No matter how powerful a person is, he is just a brave man.

Under the power of capital, what is the brave man? ?

"What a pity."

"Money is no longer useful."

"This thing is too hard to be used as a toilet paper."

Yang Feng turned around, took the two ends of the check, and gently pulled it, tearing it in half, and at the same time tearing Mo Jianfeng's face.

Slap in the face.

This is a slap in the face in public!!