"President Chen, I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance." Yang Zhen almost pleaded.
Being laid off by his first company after returning to China is not good for his future development. Moreover, Yi'an Group is a benchmark in the Tianhai industry, and other companies are unlikely to hire someone who has been laid off by Yi'an.
"Opportunities aren't for people like you. Enough said. Security, get him out of here." Chen Yi'an said with a dark face.
"Let's go." Several security guards turned around and asked Yang Zhen to leave. They were glad that they hadn't been violent towards Ye Xingchen earlier.
Knowing that pleading was useless, Yang Zhen hung his head and left dejectedly.
"Mr. Ye, I'm so sorry, this glass is a toast to you, to apologize." After getting rid of Yang Zhen, Chen Yi'an quickly raised his glass to Ye Xingchen to apologize.
Then he smiled and said to the people around him, "Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Ye from Xingchen Group, the owner of the Soul-Locking Pill."
"So he is Ye Xingchen from Xingchen Group."
"The Soul-Locking Pill is really powerful. My nephew had a persistent high fever, and one pill was effective."
"Yes, that's the regular version. If it were the one in President Ye's possession, it could truly bring the dead back to life."
"Mr. Ye, let me toast you."
A group of people immediately surrounded Ye Xingchen. Now that Ye Xingchen was famous, they all wanted to get acquainted with him.
Seeing Ye Xingchen surrounded by people and struggling to cope, Yun Ruoyan smiled slightly: "I'll show you how difficult it is to socialize, since you've been trying to be a hands-off boss."
"Mr. Yun, our boss wants to discuss a collaboration with you. Would it be convenient for you to come over?" Just then, a man dressed as a bodyguard walked over and said politely.
"Who is your boss?" Yun Ruoyan was slightly taken aback.
"You'll see when you get there," the man said respectfully.
After thinking for a moment, Yun Ruoyan left with the man.
The two arrived at a private room outside the banquet hall, where a man in a white suit and wearing a white hat was already waiting inside.
"Miss Yun has arrived?" The other party smiled slightly.
"Who are you?" Yun Ruoyan asked, puzzled. She didn't recognize the other person.
The man smiled slightly and slowly took off his hat, revealing his front braid falling down.
Yun Ruoyan was taken aback: "Are you the Third Young Master Na?"
"Haha, Miss Yun, it's an honor to have heard of my Third Young Master." Na San Shao laughed heartily, and with a wave of his hand, someone handed him a purple-gold dragon-head cane.
He reached out and took the cane, then slowly stood up.
This guy broke his leg after being thrown from the sixth floor by Ye Xingchen, but he had some liniment made by the Qing Dynasty imperial court.
The former Qing Palace did indeed possess some special properties. This ointment heals broken bones extremely quickly. In just over ten days, thanks to the effects of the medicine and his own physical condition, Young Master Na was already able to walk slowly with crutches.
"Is there something you need from Mr. Nei?" Yun Ruoyan asked, puzzled.
She had heard of Na Sanshao's reputation and knew that he was a descendant of a noble family from the Qing Dynasty, and that his lifestyle still retained a strong Qing Dynasty influence.
But she had only heard of Na Sanshao and did not know him personally. Now that Na Sanshao had come to her door, what could it be that he wanted?
Na Sanshao stroked the purple-gold dragon staff that the Empress Dowager had used in his right hand and said leisurely, "Naturally, I want to discuss cooperation with Miss Yun."
"What kind of cooperation do you want to discuss?" Yun Ruoyan became wary.
Since the Soul-Locking Pill became popular, many people have been planning to invest in the Starry Sky Group, or even using the pretext of cooperation to inquire about the formula of the Soul-Locking Pill.
The fact that Na San Shao had summoned her might not be a good thing, and she was already vaguely uneasy.
"I want the Soul-Locking Pill and its formula, and I don't want the downgraded version you produce, but the one that Ye Xingchen has that can bring the dead back to life." Na San Shao didn't mince words and directly stated his purpose.
"I'm afraid I can't help you with this. Whether it's the Soul-Locking Pill that President Ye has or the regular version that we've already mass-produced, they're both protected by patents." Yun Ruoyan shook her head.
"Don't be so quick to refuse, I'm quite interested in this medicine," Na San Shao chuckled.
“If you’re really interested, why don’t you go talk to President Ye directly? I’m just an employee; I can’t make that decision,” Yun Ruoyan said calmly.
Na San Shao's face immediately darkened. Talk to Ye Xingchen? He's not crazy yet, otherwise how do you think his legs were broken?
“I know Miss Yun can’t make these decisions, so I won’t make things difficult for her. But Miss Yun has to do something for me.” Na San Shao limped forward.
"What's wrong?" Yun Ruoyan frowned, feeling that things were definitely not that simple.
"Be my inside man at Xingchen Group and find a way to get Ye Xingchen to drink this medicine." Na San Shao leaned closer to her, took out a packet of medicine, and placed it on the table.
"The Bone-Dissolving Powder is colorless and odorless, and it does no harm to ordinary people. However, if a martial arts master drinks it, he will inevitably lose all his true energy and become a cripple."
"Impossible." Yun Ruoyan exclaimed in surprise and turned to leave.
But then two burly men suddenly appeared, one on each side, and forced her into a chair.
She was about to cry for help, but two gleaming knives were already at her neck.
Na San Shao made a shushing gesture, then smiled sinisterly: "Miss Yun, please don't try to resist. I have a bad temper, and I'll get very angry if you disagree."
"I will not do anything illegal." Yun Ruoyan bit her lip. "Mr. Na, you are a person of status and position in Tianhai. Isn't this kind of behavior inappropriate?"
“I don’t need you to teach me how to do things. You just need to answer yes or no,” Na San Shao said leisurely.
"I will not agree to your request." Yun Ruoyan looked angrily at Na Sanshao.
"Haha, you disagree?" Na San Shao straightened up: "My great-uncle once presided over castration, and the taste of the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty was not pleasant."
"Such a delicate beauty like you, I really can't bear to use these cruel tortures on you." Na San Shao's hand brushed across Yun Ruoyan's face.
"Don't touch me." Yun Ruoyan turned her body away.
"Such a unique girl, Miss Yun, one of the two beauties of Tianhai, I wonder which man will be lucky enough to marry her in the future." Na San Shao's duck-like laughter rang out.
"What do you want to do?" It would be a lie to say she wasn't scared; Yun Ruoyan looked at Na Sanshao in horror.
"What do you think?" Na San Shao took out a dagger and used the tip to slice across Yun Ruoyan's face.
Although her face wasn't injured, Yun Ruoyan still felt a chill run down her spine.
Suddenly, he moved his hand, and with a hissing sound, the dagger slashed open a hole in Yun Ruoyan's dress, exposing her shoulders and chest.
Her bare shoulders were incredibly alluring, drawing the attention of more than ten pairs of eyes in the room.
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