When Fatty Situ received Young Master Ye's call, he didn't dare to delay and rushed to the scene immediately. After seeing the terrible scene in the yard, he couldn't help but gasp, and his fat trembled.
"My goodness, is the young master about to cause a major upheaval?"
At this moment, one of his subordinates came over and couldn't help but offer some advice.
"President, Young Master Ye is too arrogant. He not only killed the county magistrate, but also Qin Fanghua, the matriarch of the Lin family. He also killed Deputy Director Yang without hesitation. He is simply lawless."
"If this continues, it will inevitably lead to our deaths sooner or later."
"I think you'd better stay away from him."
"Smack—"
Fatty Situ raised his hand and slapped his subordinate across the face, leaving half of his face red and swollen, and scolded him.
"Shut up."
"How dare you speak ill of Young Master Ye."
"Hmph, so what if he's just a minor county magistrate? So what if the Lin family of Jinling is like this? Including the Martial Arts Management Office of Jiangnan Prefecture, they're nothing compared to Young Master Ye."
"Get to work quickly."
Yes, yes.
His men began to move all sorts of antiques out, including all the valuables in Hu Sanguang's house, which were looted and taken into the Chamber of Commerce.
Fatty Situ twirled a small abacus made of pure gold, making a clattering sound. His fingers, as thick as carrots, were incredibly nimble and fast, leaving his subordinates using computers far behind. He even recited abacus formulas under his breath.
The results came out in no time.
Aside from the antiques in the museum, all the valuable items together are worth 5,490,407,538.23 yuan.
Goodness, this fat guy's plan is really shrewd, down to the cent.
Of course, this amount of money is just a drop in the ocean for the Tianlong Chamber of Commerce, and is not worth mentioning.
Fatty Situ dared not conceal anything and reported the details and final results to Ye Feng in detail.
Moreover, he went on to propose several more financial management plans, talking incessantly.
"Young Master Ye, I have inside information. The municipal government will be relocated to the south in the next few years. At that time, the housing prices there will definitely increase several times. Why don't we use this money to hoard land?"
"In addition, according to my financial analysts, the stock market has fallen to rock bottom and is likely to rebound on a large scale. Now is an excellent opportunity to buy at the bottom."
"Oh, right, I've also spotted a few promising pharmaceutical companies, but they're on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management. Although I know their factory managers and could help them, why should I help them? Why don't we take this opportunity to acquire them and make more money?"
When it came to making money, the fat man's eyes lit up, his fat trembled, and the pure gold abacus hanging around his neck jingled.
Ye Feng subconsciously took a step back to avoid being overwhelmed by the guy's stench of money.
"I don't understand business matters, you can take full responsibility."
Upon seeing this fat man, the image of a wealthy landlord involuntarily surfaced in Ye Feng's mind again.
With a small abacus made of pure gold hanging around his neck, and shrewd little eyes darting around, if you added a mustache, he would definitely be the image of a cunning merchant.
He spends all his time thinking about how to get rich, and he's gotten so fat he's practically bloated.
In short, this kind of person is naturally suited to manage money for others.
Cultivation also requires massive financial support, and naturally, the more money the better.
"Fatty, have you ever thought about growing a mustache?"
Faced with Ye Feng's sudden question, Fatty Situ was taken aback, his brain not quite processing it.
"W-what, growing a beard..."
At this point, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Oh, yes, yes, I've been thinking about that recently."
"Young Master Ye, do you think that if I grew a beard, I would look especially handsome and dashing like Xu Wenqiang from Shanghai Bund...?"
Instantly, the guy's body trembled, as if Xu Wenqiang had possessed him. He put one hand on his forehead, lowered his head slightly, as if he were wearing a non-existent domed hat, and his appearance was slightly sad.
"Waves surge and flow"
"The mighty river flows on forever..."
Ye Feng, "..."
Ye Feng raised his hand to interrupt his performance.
"No, what I actually mean is that you look like a shrewd businessman."
Fatty Situ, "..."
"Young Master Ye, how about I just follow in the footsteps of Guan Yu, grow a long beard, and carry one of those... knives..."
"Anyway, it's a big machete, or a watermelon knife, I'll chop whoever I don't like."
This guy stood in the street, his eyes bulging, striking a pose as if he were sharpening a knife.
Ye Feng rubbed his temples and said weakly.
"That's what you call a bandit."
It turns out this fat guy knows nothing about anything except money.
Fatty Situ, "..."
Instantly, the fat man felt as if he had been hit by a critical strike of 100,000 points.
After eliminating County Magistrate Hu Sanguang.
Over the next half day, Ye Feng slaughtered all the remaining major families who had participated in the massacre years ago.
Like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, it is cold and ruthless.
To paraphrase what our enemies said back then: Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!
For a time, everyone in Haidong felt insecure.
Mentioning Ye Feng terrifies everyone.
Even the county magistrate was killed; who in Haidong would dare to provoke him now?
However, the culprit, the Seven Killings Hall, has not yet been found.
After Sha Tongtian died last time, his superior, Shangguan Hong, never appeared again.
Ye Feng deliberately made a big commotion, actually to lure out the Seven Killings Hall.
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