The Daughter-In-Law’S Son-In-Law Chapter 4342
byBeing hit by the masked man like this, the last trace of dissatisfaction in Lei Shaoting’s heart disappeared.
Intelligence showed that there was more than one murderer who attacked the Seven Doors, which meant that the masked man was just one of them.
Moreover, he personally came to this abandoned factory to carry the boxes. He was probably a small role in the team doing hard work.
A small character can be so tyrannical. If he meets the real master, he is afraid that he will be in trouble.
Then he remembered Director Lei’s warnings and fears, and finally chose the path paved by his father.
He didn’t explain anything to Changsun Ning and the others. He just took out his mobile phone and issued a series of instructions:
“Inform the whole city that the Song family is the instigator of tonight!”
“Apprehend all the children of the Song family, including the vassal forces of the Song family, and freeze their associated accounts.”
“Search the Song family’s villa in addition to find out Song Shiyan’s and Ye Tang’s plans for the seven doors. Remember, we must find out…”
After saying that, Lei Shaoting picked up Changsun Ning and got into the black nanny car and left.
Almost as soon as they left, Wang Hongtu and several others appeared at the top of the factory not far away.
He did not look at Lei Shaoting who was leaving, but looked at the direction where the masked man disappeared, took out a cigar and lit it:
“This Tang San Kingdom is more ferocious than Longdu. Fortunately, I tried it with seven doors…”
Wang Hongtu sighed: “Otherwise we will all die here tonight!”
Several companions around him nodded subconsciously, obviously seeing Tang Sanguo’s arrogance just now. He slaughtered nearly a hundred people without any close combat between the two sides.
Wang Hongtu waved his hand gently: “Let’s go back, we will discuss it in a long term, and inform other brothers that no one can deal with Tang Sanguo without my order!”
Everyone nodded respectfully: “Understood!”
Wang Hongtu took a few steps and added another sentence: “Also, please synchronize what happened here with Mr. Ye!”
Everyone nodded again: “Understood!”
Ten minutes later, Ye Fan received the message, but he glanced at it without saying anything. Instead, he took a bath and lay on the bed, sleeping soundly.
There was too much work tonight and he was somewhat tired.
The next morning, Ye Fan’s doorbell rang. When he opened it, he saw Yang Sisi. The woman was wearing a long skirt and holding a lunch box in her hand.
She pushed the lunch box into Ye Fan’s hand: “Master Ye, these are the steamed buns I steamed for you. They are fresh and hot. You can eat them as you like. I’m going to film first!”
After saying that, she ran away quickly. When she got into the elevator and turned around, she smiled at Mark again and waved.
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, shook his head and walked back to the apartment to wash up.
After finishing cleaning, Ye Fan opened the lunch box and saw twelve small steamed buns inside. They looked a bit ugly, but they were hot and delicious.
“Looks like last night’s efforts were not in vain!”
Ye Fan looked at the buns and smiled, then picked up his chopsticks and ate them, feeling quite happy. After all, in a foreign country, it was rare for someone to make buns for himself in the morning.
This warmth also made Ye Fan look at his phone and found that the Chinese New Year would be coming again in two months. He was thinking about finding a chance to go back next month to meet his wife and children.
As for the situation in Eagle Country, Ye Fan wanted to calm down.
The fusion of the North-South competition, the jumping up and down of the Tang and Three Kingdoms, Wang Hongtu’s elusiveness, and the counterattacks of Qimen and Troos made the situation a mess.
Ye Fan then had a video chat with Song Hongyan for more than half an hour, and agreed to go back next month. Then he said hello to Ye Wujiu and Ye Tiandong.
After making these calls, Ye Fan was about to rub his head and rest, but when he saw the clean buns on the table, he took out his phone again and sent Zong Xiangyang a message.
Less than ten minutes after the message was sent, Zong Xiangyang’s call came in.
Ye Fan put on his earphones to answer, and Zong Xiangyang’s hearty laughter soon came:
“Master Ye, where are you? It’s my Xiao Zong!”
“Thank you for saving my brother and helping me last night. I want to treat you to a meal again today.”
“Besides, the text message you just sent asked me to praise Yang Sisi, which is absolutely fine. Two major domestic directors happened to be visiting me today!”
Zong Xiangyang carefully asked, “How about having a meal together?”
Ye Fan decided to help Yang Sisi and replied calmly: “Okay, let’s have lunch together!”
An hour later, Ye Fan appeared in front of Zong Xiangyang and others.
There were three people sitting scattered on the large sofa in the room, and the person in the middle was none other than the arrogant Zong Xiangyang.
Beside him were two middle-aged men with big bellies but elegant manners. Ye Fan glanced at them and knew that they were indeed domestic first-line directors.
After all, the movies made in the past few years are all billion-level.
Seeing Ye Fan come in, Zong Xiangyang immediately stood up: “Master Ye, good noon, good noon!”
The other two people also stood up with respect on their faces.
Although they are famous first-line directors, to a young man like Yu Zong Xiangyang, they are nothing more than a cloud.
If Zong Xiangyang uses his connections to block them, or even says hello to the domestic entertainment industry, they won’t be able to stage a single movie in China.
Therefore, when facing Ye Fan, whom Zong Xiangyang wanted to please, they naturally did not dare to be negligent or arrogant, so they hurriedly greeted him with smiles.
Zong Xiangyang hurriedly pointed at them and introduced them. The short and fat middle-aged man was called Director Wang, and the tall and fat middle-aged man was named Director Zhang.
Then, he pointed at Ye Fan and smiled lightly: “This is Young Master Ye! My nobleman, benefactor, and the person I will look up to all my life! Young Master Wang must respect you three points.”
Hearing that Ye Fan was the one whom Mr. Wang wanted to respect, the two directors were shocked. At the same time, they stretched out their hands and said respectfully: “Young Master Ye, okay!”
Ye Fan burst into a smile, shook hands and responded:
“Hello, Director Wang, Director Zhang! I have admired your name for a long time, and now that I have seen you, you are indeed a dragon among men.”
He was polite and said: “After dinner, don’t forget to sign your autographs!”
A few joking words lifted the depressing atmosphere!
The two directors burst out laughing at the same time. The unassuming Ye Fan made them feel a lot more relaxed, and then they humbly let Ye Fan sit in the middle of the sofa.
While Zong Xiangyang asked people to arrange the lunch, he looked at Ye Fan with a smile and said:
“Young Master Ye, I am introducing domestic directors to you today, rather than Hollywood resources. It is for Yang Sisi’s long-term consideration.”
“One is that the competition in the Hollywood industry is becoming more and more fierce, and resources are becoming more and more difficult to grab. It is difficult for Yang Sisi to obtain good resources.”
“Secondly, Yang Sisi is a Chinese. This status means that she can only play a small role. Even if she tries her best, she will not be able to become a celebrity.”
“I can pay to support her in a few dramas, but it doesn’t mean much because the government won’t give you too many movies.”
“In the past, many big names in China came to Hollywood to try their luck, but they ended up playing pirates, dogs, or mental patients.”
“They can’t get up, and Yang Sisi is unlikely to take off.”
“So I think it would be better for her to return to China to develop. Not only will she have more money, but she will also have more opportunities.”
He was very confident: “I can guarantee that as long as she returns to China to develop, she will be able to soar into the sky within half a year!”
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