Chapter 70 As long as Mr. Lu is happy

Li Yunhe ignored Song Jinfeng's presence from the moment he sat down. He first chatted with Lu Fei about the dominance of medicinal wine, and then inquired about the preparations for the restaurant.

The time the two of them chatted and spanked seemed like a century to Song Jinfeng.

All Song Jinfeng could think about was Lu Fei's identity and how to repair the mistake he just made on Lu Fei.

Lu Fei might not care, but Li Yunhe couldn't afford to offend him.

The richest man in Bianliang City is just a piece of shit, but in front of the absolute strength of the Li family, he is just a scumbag, a scumbag among scumbags.

Why did I try so hard to get Lu Fei's paintings? Isn't it just to curry favor with the old man of the Li family?

As long as the old man is happy, he can prosper. On the other hand, if the old man is unhappy, he, the richest man, may fall apart overnight.

But now Lu Fei's status in Li Yunhe's eyes is obviously much higher than his own. This is an extremely fucking signal!

After finishing a cigarette, he asked Lu Fei why he was with Song Jinfeng.

Lu Fei glanced at Song Jinfeng and said with a smile.

"Mr. Song invited me here today because he planned to buy a painting from me."

"oh?"

"Have you bought a famous painting again?"

"Whose work is better than mine?" Li Yunhe asked eagerly.

"It's not too impressive. It's an authentic silk work by Wu Daozi, plus cinnabar coloring."

"Hold!"

"What did you say?"

"Wu Daozi's original painting, it's fucking ink and color on silk. Why don't you think about your brother when you have such a good painting!"

"Has the transaction been completed? How much did it cost?" Li Yunhe jumped up and asked.

Lu Fei looked at Song Jinfeng again. Opposite him, the richest man in Bianliang was dripping with cold sweat and shaking like chaff.

Lu Fei said helplessly.

"You're late, the deal is already done."

"President Song showed great kindness and rewarded me, a rag collector, with one million dollars."

"one hundred

Wan, I'm fucking rich! "

"Buy an apartment in the city, buy a domestic car, and turn the rest into a small business. From now on, you can be considered to have entered a well-off life ahead of schedule."

"No longer do you have to get up early and work late at night to collect rags while others look down upon you."

The words Song Jinfeng once said to Lu Fei, and then said from Lu Fei's mouth, were like a series of life-threatening talismans with boundless power sucking into Song Jinfeng's soul.

By the time Lu Fei finished speaking, Song Jinfeng's face turned pale and his three souls and seven souls had almost run away.

After hearing this, Li Yunhe's face fell instantly, he stood up suddenly and glared at Song Jinfeng and said.

"Boss Song is indeed the richest man in Bianliang, he is very smart in business.

I bought my brother's original work of Wu Daozi for only one million. I'm not as good as you. I paid two million for Lu Fei's Golden Bamboo Painting. "

Song Jinfeng stood up with all his strength and hurriedly explained.

"Mr. Li, brother Lu Fei, this is all a misunderstanding and I was joking."

"The one million is the pocket money I gave to brother Lu Fei. It has nothing to do with the painting."

Lu Fei said with a smile while sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

"Is it a misunderstanding? I don't think so."

"I'd better sell the painting to you for one million as Mr. Song said."

"Every man is not guilty of carrying a treasure. It is too unsafe for me to put such a treasure on my body."

"Maybe one day it will be a trivial matter, so don't put my life in danger again."

"I am the only son of my father, and I don't want to fucking die."

Song Jinfeng almost collapsed to the ground when he heard that his feet were weak. He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying and explained.

"Brother Lu Fei, you don't care about the faults of others. Please don't be as knowledgeable as me."

Li Yunhe slammed the table and shouted.

"Song Jinfeng, you fucking dare threaten my brother, you can do it, you are so awesome, we can't afford to offend you."

"I'm here to inform Boss Song that you don't want to come to my grandpa's birthday party. Our Li family can't afford it."

"Brother, let's go. My old sister will come back today, invite her and let's go out for supper."

thump!

Song Jinfeng couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed.

Li Yunhe's words were too serious. Not allowing him to attend the old man's birthday banquet would be tantamount to sentencing him to death!

Lu Fei didn't know how awesome the old man of the Li family was, but Song Jinfeng knew him very well.

Not to mention that he is the richest man in a small place like Bianliang City, even the top wealthy families in Tiandu City would not dare to provoke the Li family.

And just now Li Yunhe deliberately mentioned his elder sister, but he was obviously talking about it for his own ears!

Although his elder sister Li Shengnan is a woman, she has a high and powerful position, and she hates evil and kills decisively.

If it fell into Li Shengnan's hands, he would be completely doomed.

The richest man in Bianliang City could no longer care about his own face at this moment. He got up and kept apologizing to Lu Fei and Li Yunhe.

He was afraid that Lu Fei would not forgive him and would even slap himself in the face. The slap would be so cruel!

Lu Fei just sat there and smiled while watching Song Jinfeng's performance. He didn't stand up until half of his face was swollen like a pig's head.

"Mr. Song, do you want a painting?"

"No, no more."

"What about my personal safety?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Lu. With me in Bianliang City, no one will dare to bully you."

"Snapped--"

Lu Fei picked up a teacup and smashed it on the ground. The loud noise shocked everyone in the box.

Lu Fei wiped his hands and said.

"Since Mr. Song has said this, let's just turn over the previous article and none of us should mention it again from now on."

"Next, I'll discuss a business deal with Mr. Song.

"

"Master Lu, please tell me, as long as I, Song Jinfeng, am within my capabilities, I will never refuse."

Lu Fei nodded and said.

"Recently, I fell in love with a house. After asking about it, I found out that it was Mr. Song's Wutong Villa. I hope Mr. Song can part with it."

Lu Fei handed over the check written by Song Jinfeng to him and said.

"Since we are friends, of course I will not treat you badly. Here is a cash check for one million, do you think you like it?"

Lu Fei made this excessive request, and Song Jinfeng's heart was bleeding.

I spent 90 million on the decoration of Wutong Villa alone, and the items were all at factory prices.

Including the cost of building the villa, the total value was more than 150 million. In the end, Lu Fei only gave 1 million. This was a fucking robbery.

However, even though he knew it was an open robbery, Song Jinfeng did not dare to refuse and pretended to be happy.

"No problem, no problem, as long as Mr. Lu is happy."

"Don't worry, I'll make it available for you tomorrow morning, and the transfer procedures will be completed for you before dark."

Lu Fei nodded with a smile and left the box with Li Yunhe.

When he walked to the door, Lu Fei turned his head and said to Song Jinfeng, who was mourning for his heir.

"I don't have a car yet. When the old man of the Li family celebrates his birthday, please ask Mr. Song to pick me up personally and accompany me."

This sentence kept lingering in Song Jinfeng's ears, and it was even more beautiful than the sounds of nature.

Just now, I felt sorry for the villa, but now that Lu Fei has said this, let alone the villa, Song Jinfeng is willing to give Lu Fei a few percent of his stock.

Looking at Lu Fei and Li Yunhe's disappearing back, Song Jinfeng pulled Li Guangming over and said.

"You can find Mr. Lu tomorrow and take him to go through the transfer procedures."

"This person is quite extraordinary. I have made my decision. No matter what excessive demands Mr. Lu makes, everything will be done according to what he said. I will never neglect him."

"Also, don't tell anyone what happened tonight."