Master Head of the Dragon Soul

"Thank you so much, my friends. Allow me to raise a toast to both of you and express my gratitude for supporting my cousin!"

Ye Wen Hui immediately wore a grateful and triumphant expression, stood up ecstatically, and raised his glass.

He quickly urged Chu Feng, "Chu Feng, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and thank the bosses. This is a huge opportunity worth three million!" "If we miss this chance, we won't get another one like it."

Chu Feng remained calm, simply raised his glass, and smiled. "Three million?"

"These plots of land are the best locations in Xi Ye, and their minimum price is ten billion."

"You want to take away ten billion worth of land from me for only three million. Isn't that a robbery? And you expect me to be grateful for your support?"

Ye Wen Hui's face immediately changed.

Zhao Tian and Xin Zhi's faces also froze.

This dude wasn't foolish!

He was quite cunning!

"Young man, what you said is correct, but you have to understand that ten billion was the past price. Now, Xi Ye is in constant warfare, and the prices are collapsing."

Zhao Tian tried to persuade Chu Feng, "In this day and age, having three million is already good enough. When the real war breaks out, forget about three million; even these worthless pieces of paper in your hand won't sell for three pennies."

Chu Feng calmly replied, "Then I would rather let it rot in my hands than let you greedy businessmen succeed."

"Xi Ye has too many people like you who think about how to profit from the country's crisis instead of helping the nation in times of difficulty."

"With people like you, how can Xi Ye achieve long-term stability?"

Zhao Tian and Xin Zhi's faces darkened, and anger rose within them.

Ye Wen Hui also frowned and whispered, "Chu Feng, you've gone too far with your words. Quickly, apologize to the bosses."

Xin Zhi's gaze swept over Chu Feng with a hint of malice. "Young man, let me ask you one last time: will you sell this land deed or not?"

"Sell it to you? I find it distasteful."

Chu Feng sneered disdainfully, turned around, and walked away. "Mei Er, let's go."

"Okay."

Ye Mei Er snorted coldly and followed closely behind Chu Feng.

She had long found these people displeasing. They were all heartless businessmen, like robbers.

"Chu Feng, stop right there!"

Ye Wen Hui suddenly shouted, his face twisted with anger as he stared fiercely at Chu Feng. "You can leave if you want, but today you must hand over the land deeds to me. Otherwise, you won't be able to leave this place."

He violently smashed a cup.

Outside the private room, over a dozen thugs broke into the private room.

They held steel rods and machetes in their hands, their gazes hostile as they stared at Chu Feng.

At this moment, Ye Wen Hui finally revealed his true colors, glaring fiercely at Chu Feng with a menacing aura.

"Wen Hui, what do you mean by this? Feng is a member of our family," Ye Mei Er said, her face pale with fear, but she still opened her arms to protect Chu Feng.

"Who said this bastard is part of our family?"

Ye Wen Hui spat, his face full of arrogance and disdain, sneering, "When Ye Qingrou left the Ye family, she inexplicably gave birth to a child. This bastard has brought shame upon our Ye family; he is our family's disgrace."

"If it weren't for the few land deeds left by Grandma in his hands, I wouldn't even spare him a glance. I wanted to help you and give you a life of wealth and prosperity, but you don't know how to appreciate it." "Fine, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll break your legs first, then force you to hand over the land deeds!"

Ye Wen Hui's face was twisted with a devilish expression.