Chapter 153 Zhao Tingyu's Gift

Ye Fei has never been so depressed. It was only 40 minutes away from the Compton Hotel to Emily'sso Bar. The fat man seemed to have lost his soul. He kept sighing all the way, his eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and his face was wrinkled like a steamed bun that had just came out of the pot. Just write a big word "worry" on your face.

The words behind the fat man's buttocks have rarely maintained a short period of peace. The contact and the bloody facts these days have told Berno a truth. At this time, it is better not to provoke the fat man at this time. Maybe that sentence will make his boss unhappy and get it back then. It can only be the addition of fists and feet.

"Hey..." Until he pushed open the door of Emily's bar, the fat man still looked melancholy.

Although he knew that Zhao Tingyu's appointment with him this time was to thank him for helping him last time, the fat man was not interested at all at this moment.

Women, money.

Women always rank first! And Qi Lan's position in the heart of the fat man is undoubtedly the top priority.

Looking around, under the dim light, an unknown slightly sad country tune slowly flowed in the air, with a little sadness in the disturbance, lingering in the heart of the fat man.

In the empty bar, only Zhao Tingyu and Fatty sat opposite each other across the table.

"I didn't expect that the two times you came here were the worst time for my business." Zhao Tingyu is wearing a plain skirt today, with no whitewash on her slightly rosy face. She wears a beige floral scarf around her neck, which looks extremely dignified and elegant.

"Oh..." The fat man sighed bitterly, lay his head on the table, staring at the crystal cup that kept flashing with the light, silent.

"What? In a bad mood?"

"No..."

Berno, who stood not far away, glanced at the fat man like a dead dog and curled his lips disdainfully.

Seeing that Ye Fei didn't want to say anything, Zhao Tingyu did not continue to ask. She put down the wine glass in her hand and nodded gently in the direction of the bar. A waiter dressed as a waiter came to them with a few documents in his hand.

Zhao Tingyu took a few thick file bags, slowly pushed them to the fat man, and said with a smile, "Come on, let's see if you are interested!"

Looking at several documents pushed to the tip of his nose, the fat man was a little puzzled. Looking up, he saw Zhao Tingyu looking at himself with a smile.

"What is this?" The fat man finally raised his head lazily, but his heart was secretly thinking about what the hell? Deed of sale?

"Open it and you will know?" Zhao Tingyu picked up the glass and took a sip, showing a mysterious smile.

Ye Fei opened the file bag listlessly and took out a neat file from it. The black color and delicate font reflected on the snow-white paper were so conspicuous. Seeing the content on it at a glance, the fat man couldn't help but jump.

"This is..." The fat man's throat was a little tight. As soon as he saw the line of text in the middle of the top of the document, he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

The big words of the property rights transfer contract stimulated the fat man's weak heart.

"These are the information of all industries under the name of our Zhao family! The little thank you, no respect, please accept it," Zhao Tingyu's words were like a thunderbolt in the fat man's ears.

Crazy, the world is really crazy! Mom, Le Gobi, what's wrong with your old Zhao family?

The fat man's eyelids jumped, and he kept repeating this sentence in his heart.

In Ye Fei's view, if the Zhao family really wants to express their gratitude, they will only take out tens of thousands of gold coins as a reward. Although this money is nothing compared to Zhao Tingyu's life, in terms of the current economic situation of the Zhao family, tens of thousands of gold coins are already a large amount.

However, as soon as he saw a few big words on the document, the fat man immediately felt that he had suffered a loss. The Zhao family was determined to tie themselves with them.

The property transfer contract sounds good. It seems that the Zhao family spares no effort to flatter themselves, but is that really the case?

The fat man has to admit that the Zhao family is quite smart.

When will the mayoral election of Aisan Uto City be? Don't the fat man know that they all began to kidnap the muddy water in it? Let alone Zhao Tai's other competitors, I'm afraid that an Opro alone will be enough for the Zhao family to work for a while.

Thinking about the fat man's idea with his buttocks can also guess what the Zhao family is. It is nothing more than changing to preserve his family's industry in the name of property transfer. The strength of the seven-level martial artist is the peak of absolute force in Isang Uto City. As long as Opro, who once suffered a big loss under his own hands is not a fool. You won't find your own trouble.

To be precise, I won't find these troubles that originally belonged to the Zhao family's industry, because once that happens, it is equivalent to involving myself in this struggle.

Is Zhao Tai's old man really trying to attract himself? The ghost believes that it is nothing more than using this name to put himself in an invincible position. Even if he can't be re-elected as the mayor in the end, at least all the family property has been preserved.

You don't have to look down, the fat man can know that there must be other kinds of terms in the contract, and there are all kinds of tricks in the contract. As long as the mayor's election is over, the Zhao family will not hesitate to take back the industry that originally belonged to them.

Moreover, the old man Zhao Tai calculated that he would leave here in a few days. What's the use of such a contract? People walk coldly, and nominally those industries have changed their owners, but in fact, Asang Utow is still under the control of Zhao Tai's old man, and the old man can even regain control of these industries with just one sentence.

Sell these industries before leaving? Don't dream, let alone who dares to buy the real estate of the Zhao family in this area. Even if you can find a buyer, just going through those annoying and complicated procedures will be delayed for a long time.

"What does this mean?" The fat man suppressed his anger and tried his best to make himself look calm, but his anger leaked in his tone.

Zhao Tingyu didn't notice the anger in Ye Fei's tone. She gently put down the glass and said lightly, "This matter is a long story. Let me explain it slowly!"

Humph! I would like to see what else you can say! The fat man sneered in his heart and stared at Zhao Tingyu tightly.

"I don't know how old Mr. Ye is this year?"

"Huh?" The fat man frowned and didn't understand why Zhao Tingyu suddenly asked this question, but he still replied, "Twenty!"

In fact, Ye Fei himself can't figure out his specific age. After all, he was picked up from the Death Mountains by Qu Shuiqin. At that time, he was only a three- or two-year-old child on the outside. Although more than ten years have passed, even if he was three years old at the beginning, he is only 18 years old now at most. However, because the fat man looks a little older than his peers, he simply used the age of the false identity that Qu Shuiqin originally proposed for the fat man.

In fact, these are not the main ones. The most important thing that makes fat people constantly exaggerate their age is that in the law of the Longteng Empire, men over 20 years old can marry and have children.

"Oh, my God!" Zhao Tingyu suddenly covered her mouth with her hand and looked stunned.

A 20-year-old seven-level warrior is a miracle that has never happened in history.

The fat man frowned slightly and stared at Zhao Tingyu. If things were really as he guessed, then the only remaining goodwill of the woman in front of him would disappear.

After a while, Zhao Tingyu came to her senses from her shock. After apologizing, she said, "I don't know if Mr. Ye has ever thought about taking in?"

chen zu！！！

These two words are like a thunderous fat man who can't calm down.

Whether it is the ice alliance or the northern continent, no matter which country, there is only one identity that can accept the ministers, that is, the master-level strong who have broken through to the tenth level, and only the strong who have broken through this level can be qualified to receive the princes, and only the ten-level strong will be recognized by the governments.

This is a special way to pay tribute to the absolute strong in this world, which is an important means for every ruler to attract the peak force.

Except for not being able to form an army and not being able to rebel, the ten-level strong have almost any privileges that are not inferior to emperors, and the ministers are the typical representatives of this.

The minister clan is a general name for a family subordinate to the ten-level strong. After advancing to the tenth level, each peerless strongman will be allowed to receive three families as his own subordinate race, private power, and completely belong to the ten-level strong man they are loyal to. In any country, even the imperial order cannot order these people.

There will always be only one object of loyalty.

A long time ago, the fat man knew that he had a great chance to break through level 10 with the fighting spirit of Kowloon, but he never thought more about the minister. First, it was because his daily energy was either occupied by women or practice. Second, before breaking through level 7, the level of level 10 was still far away for him. Over time, things about his subjects were slowly put behind him.

It was not until Zhao Tingyu suddenly raised this topic that the fat man realized that he had unconsciously reached the level of seven. Although the road of cultivation is still very long, compared with those warriors and magicians who broke through level seven at the age of 40 or 50, in terms of his current age There is no doubt that the chance of breaking through level 10 is far higher than that of those people.

At this moment, Ye Fei instantly understood the meaning of the thick file bags on the table.

This thank-you gift is really light!