C38

Several hundred million? The corner of Wang Shaoqin's mouth twitched again, and some doubt appeared in his heart. This Yan Xiao wasn't usually this cunning, what was going on with him today?

"Young Master Yan, if you really need it, we can discuss it in detail next time. I still have temporary matters to attend to, so I won't compensate you first."

After Wang Shaoqin finished speaking, he asked his subordinates to compensate uncle and auntie for their losses, and pulled the wronged and furious Huang Xiaoguang and left. It would not be good for him to stay here any longer.

In a battle of wits, under the indication of Yan Yun's eyes, the not so stupid Yan Xiao returned with a small victory. Not only did he receive a million, he even almost caused Wang Shaoqin to lose a lot of face.

Holding the one million check, Yan Xiao laughed out loud and left. On his way, he excitedly wanted to hug Yan Yun and wave him around, luckily Yan Yun's reaction was fast, he dodged the cheque in time, otherwise, he would really be misunderstood.

At the corner, Hou Wenlei and Zhang Chi appeared. Although both of them were covered in dust, and had injuries on their arms, they were not too serious. It was impossible for them to be as serious as Yan Xiao had said it was, let alone going to the hospital.

No wonder when Wang Shaoqin said that he wanted to compensate Huang Xiaoguang to the hospital, Yan Xiao would let go.

Seeing that the two were fine, Yan Yun also understood, thinking that it was no wonder that Yan Xiao wasn't worried about their injuries.

When the skinny fat guy saw the one million check, he shouted excitedly. However, Zhang Chi did not take it, nor did Yan Xiao and Yan Yun take it.

"Take it, if it's a brother, then don't jabber on. Tell your parents to buy a proper house at home." Yan Xiao immediately understood what was going on and stuffed the cheque into Hou Wenlei's hands.

Amongst them, Yan Xiao was a family member and his family's economic conditions were not bad. Only Hou Wenlei's family was average, and could even be said to have poor economic conditions, his parents were laid-off workers, Hou Wenlei's life was very simple, even if and Zhang Chi were invited to dinner, he would still go to the canteen.

Although Zhang Chi and Yan Yun had looked at them with contempt at the time, that was only a joke. If Hou Wenlei wanted to invite them to a high-end place, the two of them would instead find an excuse to go to the canteen.

Hou Wenlei stared blankly at the cheque in his hand. To be honest, this was the most money that Hou Wenlei had seen in his life, and it was even in his hands. This made him feel like a pie had dropped from the sky.

At this moment, Hou Wenlei first thought of his parents who were in the small business at home, the already barren and dilapidated house. As his thoughts flew, Hou Wenlei's eyes turned red.

He looked at Yan Yun, looked at Yan Xiao, and finally looked at Zhang Chi. Taking a deep breath, he said sincerely, "Thank you."

He did not say much, and Hou Wenlei did not put on airs, but expressed his deep brotherly feelings.

"Alright, think of an excuse to make your parents accept this one million!" Yan Yun smiled and patted Hou Wenlei's shoulder.

"Hm!" "That's not difficult. If I speak the truth, my parents will believe me." Hou Wenlei nodded, he looked at the three of them again, and said with a determined tone: "I will borrow this money, I will pay it back in the future, but there is no date."

"Even if you didn't say it, I still wanted to say it! It would have to be at interest. " Yan Xiao said with a smile.

"Haha!" "Wen Lei, from now on, just be my slave and leave the chicken legs to me." Zhang Chi looked forward to the future of the chicken leg and laughed happily.

"Damn fatty, I'll eat you to death." The three of them shot contemptuous looks at the same time.

The moon was half and fifteen, the lanterns were up, and the moon was high in the sky.

Brightmoon Mansion had a total of 50 floors, it had 49 floors, which was the same as the Great Change's number. The business building had created such a mysterious Taoism, it seemed funny, but it matched the mansion's owner, Brightmoon. It was similarly mysterious, a mysterious woman, holding a "Brightmoon Banquet", and the invitation letter became a symbol of the upper class society in Beijing.

If one did not get the invitation from Brightmoon, one would not have the right to be called the noblest man in the world!

To do such a feat would require not only astonishing courage but also profound wisdom. If he failed, he would become the public enemy of the upper class in the capital.

Mingyue had used her superhuman methods and astounding courage to do this feat. Moreover, she had succeeded; this was a miracle.

The lower level of the building was the shopping mall while the middle level was the office space. The top ten floors were for all sorts of entertainment clubs. Within them, the Bright Moon Entertainment Club was located on the forty-ninth floor, where the "Bright Moon Banquet" was held.

The lights on the forty-ninth floor were brightly lit. Moonlight illuminated the entire hall, and famous bands from abroad were playing light songs, while handsome men and women wearing expensive clothes and precious jewelry were casually walking around the hall, holding wine cups. They greeted all sorts of business acquaintances, talked about the situation in the capital, the atmosphere was peaceful, and the sounds of laughter and laughter rang in the ears.

The elevator opened and Yan Yun walked in alone. He handed the invitation to the security guard beside him and stepped onto the expensive carpet. He scanned his surroundings and quickly found the three women in the purple apartment.

The three women were all extraordinarily beautiful, and the families behind them were all extraordinary as well. Naturally, there were many handsome men and beautiful women who went forward to greet them, and although they were all disciples of the Wealthy Class, the three women was still surrounded by them like the stars surrounding the moon.

They were the true pearls, and were the highest ranked members of the Wealthy Class.

He looked at the people surrounding three women, then looked at himself, and then stood there for a long time without anyone coming up to chat. This made Yan Yun a little depressed, but this was also good.

On this point, the three women and Yan Yun were a little similar as they did not like to put on airs. One could tell from their clothes that they were not that gorgeous, they were simple and not that simple, they were much better than those rich and powerful youths.

Seeing the distress in three women's eyes, Yan Yun felt some sympathy towards them, and at the same time, he was very grateful to Mo Le, and wanted him to come back and pretend that he didn't know his. Although Miss Mo Le's original intention was for there to be a man by her side who didn't want to delay her opportunity to make a move against a beautiful man, the result made Yan Yun very satisfied.

Suddenly, Yan Yun looked slightly startled, as he saw someone familiar.

Han Xiang, isn't she a scholar? Why did she come here?

Although he was suspicious, Yan Yun still walked towards Han Xiang.

Since Yan Yun had attended two of his cultural lessons with Han Xiang, the number of times the two had met since that day was also very ordinary. However, they had only maintained a normal friendship, and maybe there was a slight affability between them, but the two of them did not object to it.

Today, Han Xiang was wearing a brown pleated skirt, a pale yellow double-breasted V-neck sweater, and a pair of brown colored sandals. Her beautiful legs were long and straight, exquisite white, and coupled with her tranquil and scholarly temperament, no matter how many beauties there were, no one would be able to conceal her beauty.

Texture Soup's hair was scattered all over his shoulders. Seeing Yan Yun walking over, Han Xiang revealed a sweet smile.

But good times did not last long, Cheng Ya Jin appeared out of nowhere. Looking at the figure of the man, Yan Yun's face sank, and Han Xiang saw that the man had only smiled faintly, and dealt with things more politely than courteously.