"Brother, run." Kazuo Yamamoto was terrified, and he had long since thrown his thoughts of revenge on Ye Feng out of the blue.

"Why did you run? Didn't you say that a Chinese man humiliated you and wants to take revenge?" Yamamoto Kihara grabbed him again.

"No revenge, we can't afford to offend that kind of person." Kazuo Yamamoto hurriedly waved his hand.

"Hehe, isn't he just a Chinese pig? How dare you be arrogant in an island country?" Yamamoto Kihara dismissed it.

"That kid's background is not simple. The vice president of the Fulong Club came to greet him in person, and now he is going to meet the president of the Fulong Club." Kazuo Yamamoto hurriedly explained.

Then, Yamamoto Kihara and the few people he brought also ran wildly.

"Brother, why did you provoke such a big shot?"

"I... When I provoked him, I didn't know he was a big boss!"

"Run and run, but 400,000 island national currency, you can't play tricks?"

"Don't worry, you won't lose a penny."

"That's good. By the way, brother, why do you smell like stinky socks when you talk?"

"Can you forget about the socks?"

"why?"

"Because... vomit, send me to the hospital first, I need gastric lavage."

"..."

the other side.

Because Xu Man still had to meet clients, and she didn't want to get involved with these associations, so she left first.

Ye Feng and Cheng Fei'er followed Su Qiyun to the headquarters of the Fulong Society.

Along the way, I listened to Su Qiyun introduce some information about Fulong Society.

According to him, the past few years have been troubled for Fulong Club.

Originally, the local associations in the island country were very xenophobic, and the Fulong Club was trying to survive in the cracks.

In the past few years, the local associations in the island country have intensified their efforts to suppress the living space of the Fulong Society.

Now they try to keep a low profile as much as possible. If it were in previous years, he would have to bring at least a hundred people to welcome Ye Feng.

Although Ye Feng knew that he was being polite, he could also hear his depression now. It seemed that the life of Fulong Club was really not easy.

The three chatted for a while about the next action plan, and the car had already arrived at the headquarters of Fulong Club.

The headquarters of Fulongsha is not luxurious, it is just a small three-story building, and it is still in the style of the 1970s and 1980s. It is very inconspicuous in Edo, where there are many high-rise buildings.

Su Qiyun seemed to see his doubts, and immediately explained with a smile, "Our president said that the meat of the buns is not on the folds, and the places that others can see should be as plain as possible, so that it can last for a long time. What is this called frustration? what."

Ye Feng added with a smile, "Destroy its sharpness, resolve its confusion, harmonize its light, and harmonize its dust."

Su Qiyun immediately gave a thumbs up, "That's right, that's the sentence."

"Mr. Ye is really knowledgeable and talented. Unlike me, he is just a big bastard."

Ye Feng was not overwhelmed by his flattery, "It seems that your president is well versed in Huang Lao's ways."

Su Qiyun nodded, "Our president is indeed talking about it every day, and we don't understand what he is doing..."

The three of them entered the Fulong Club headquarters while chatting.

The lady at the front desk immediately got up to greet her, "Hello, Vice President Su."

Su Qiyun walked over and pinched her face, "I invite you to dinner tonight, see you soon."

The woman sighed coquettishly and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Su Qiyun didn't say anything more to her, and continued to lead Ye Feng and the two upstairs.

"I'm actually not a lecherous person. The reason why I do this is just to pretend. I always leave the so-called weakness for the enemy, so as to confuse the enemy." He justified his behavior just now.

"It seems that Vice President Su also has a lot of research on the art of war." Ye Feng said with a smile.

"The gangsters are intriguing every day. If they don't study the art of war, they will die eight hundred times." Su Qiyun laughed heartily twice.

Cheng Fei'er looked at the two men working together, and cursed in a low voice, "They're all the same breed."

The three of them soon came to an office with a "President" sign.

Su Qiyun knocked on the door.

Immediately there was an angry voice from inside, "Fellow Daoist, please come in."

Su Qiyun immediately pushed the door open, "President, Mr. Ye and Miss Cheng are here."

Ye Feng and Cheng Fei'er also walked in at this time, with strange smiles on their faces.

This is not so much an office as a dojo for cultivating immortals.

The furnishings inside are antique, without any modern atmosphere.

There is also an incense burner on the desk, emitting sandalwood incense.

And there were several futons on the floor, and an old man was sitting on one of the futons.

The old man was about sixty years old, wearing a Taoist robe and a goatee, he looked like a Taoist priest.

Ye Feng and Cheng Fei'er searched around, and there was only this one person in the office, probably the president of the Fulong Club, right?

"Mr. Ye, Miss Cheng, please sit down."

The old man pointed to the two futons opposite and said to them.

Although Ye and Feng felt weird, they still sat down.

"Hello, poor Daoquan Lu Daoquan, who calls himself Jiangdo Shanren, and is now the president of Fulong Club. I haven't greeted you far away, and I hope you will forgive me." The old man was full of words, which confused Ye Feng and Cheng Fei'er.

This old Taoist priest is actually the president of Fulong Society, the largest Chinese society in the island country?

Those who don’t know think which Taoist temple they entered.

"Ahem, is President Lu a monk?" Ye Feng asked curiously.

"That's not true. I just like the quiet and inaction of Taoism, so I call myself a poor Taoist." Lu Daoquan stroked his beard, looking a bit like a master of Taoism.

Ye Feng and Cheng Fei'er were stunned for a moment.

It's a bit funny to be able to say the word "inaction" from the mouth of a club leader.

No wonder Fulong Club is getting worse and worse, and it is even difficult to survive.

The boss is quiet and doing nothing, what else can he do next?

"I heard from Vice President Su that Mr. Ye has great prestige in Southern Guangdong Province. He already has a net worth of tens of billions at a young age. He is really a formidable young man." Lu Daoquan looked at Ye Feng appreciatively.

"A mere net worth is nothing to worry about. To me, money is just a string of numbers." Ye Feng immediately waved his hand modestly.

Cheng Fei'er on the side immediately rolled his eyes, this guy bragging doesn't even make drafts.

But when Lu Daoquan heard what he said, he appreciated it even more, "Mr. Ye has such an insight at such a young age, which is rare and rare! Yes, no matter how much money is, it is just a series of numbers. A real wise man regards money like dung."

Cheng Fei'er interjected immediately, "I think President Lu should also treat money like dirt."

Lu Daoquan waved his hand modestly, "I don't dare to say that money is like dung, but the poor have indeed taken these things very lightly. Even if it is a wealth of hundreds of millions, it is just a passing cloud."

While the three were chatting, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open.

Then I saw a young man in his twenties barging in, "Dad, do you see what treasure I bought?"

Lu Daoquan immediately scolded, "How can you be so reckless? Didn't you see that I have guests?"

The young man glanced at Ye Feng and Cheng Feier, and immediately said with a smile: "That's just right, let your guests also see the treasure I just bought."

While talking, someone was carried in.

It was a wooden box about two meters long, and I didn't know what was contained in it. It was a bit difficult for two big men to lift it.

"Put it lightly, put it lightly." The young man hurriedly told him for fear of knocking the things inside.

After the wooden box was placed on the ground, he began to carefully open it.

Ye Feng and Cheng Fei'er immediately poked their heads to look.

The moment the box was opened, a strange smile appeared on Ye Feng's face.

Zhan Lu Sword?