I Don't Want To Be A Young Master

Listening to Yan Meifang explain everything in detail, Ye Feng could not help but smile bitterly, "You are wrongly accusing me. I do not have the time or energy to deal with a little celebrity. Besides, Zhou Yue was already showing her sincerity at the hotel last time, so I do not need to make things difficult for her."    

    

"Then who made this up?"    

    

"How would I know?" Ye Feng said, "At most, I can stand up to help her fend off the rumors. As for who got in the way, that is not under my control."    

    

Yan Meifang sighed and said, "It's fine if you can help to fend off rumors."    

    

Ye Feng asked, "What do you want me to do?"    

    

Yan Meifang thought for a moment and said, "How about this? Just say a few words on Weibo, saying that the thread about Zhou Yue was just a rumor."    

    

"Alright." Ye Feng immediately agreed, and then said, "How about this? Tell Zhou Yue's company to post a message on Weibo. I will forward it to you, and then clarify it a little."    

    

"Mm, this is good, this is more convincing."    

    

"… …"    

    

With the loan issue settled and Yan Meifang's issue settled, Ye Feng was originally in a good mood.    

    

But when he returned to the Far Wind, his good mood was gone.    

    

These two days, his mood was like riding a roller coaster. Sometimes it was good, sometimes it was bad. Ye Feng felt that he was going crazy.    

    

Looking at the short and fat guy in front of him, Ye Feng was furious.    

    

How realistic must one have to be to do such a strange thing!    

    

Yuanfeng's store was still open for business, and its profit rate hadn't dropped at all. The news hadn't even spread yet, and a supplier had already come to collect it!    

    

Don't even mention his stocks, even if he were to lose everything, you can't even wait a day for him?    

    

Especially when they said the amount, Ye Feng was even more angry!    

    

150 thousand!    

    

A mere 150 thousand!    

    

Do you look down on me that much?    

    

You look down on Yuanfeng just like that?    

    

Even if I add one to a few stores, two hours of profit wouldn't be just for that. You came to me asking for money for 150 thousand!    

    

Ye Feng didn't say anything. He directly took out 15 stacks of bills from the safe in his office and slammed it on the table. He stared at the other party and said: "Once you're done taking the money, scram!"    

    

The other party was sweating profusely as he submissively said, "Boss Ye, I didn't mean it that way, I just..."    

    

Ye Feng didn't say anything, but just stared at him coldly.    

    

The other party felt a burst of guilt. Finally, under Ye Feng's gaze, he carefully counted the money and put it away. Then, he smiled apologetically and said, "Chief Ye, I really have a problem with my funds …"    

    

"Get lost after taking the money. Don't you understand?"    

    

Ye Feng was originally not going to get angry, but now that the other side mentioned it, he was immediately enraged.    

    

The nearby Duan Pengfei lightly pulled him, causing Ye Feng to snort. He sat down on the chair and stopped looking at him.    

    

The other party felt too embarrassed to stay any longer, so he apologized to Ye Feng and Duan Pengfei before leaving with the case.    

    

After he left, Ye Feng laughed in anger: "Do I have to say that I'm being pushed around by all the people?" The wall hasn't fallen yet, is there a need for these guys to do this? "    

    

"Little Shang, I can't afford to lose 150 thousand." Duan Pengfei spoke a few words of fairness.    

    

If it really was a large manufacturer, their vision would not be so shallow.    

    

Putting aside the fact that the big manufacturers did not know about Ye Feng's situation, even if they did, they would not have come right now.    

    

After all, the distant winds were still in operation and there were no signs of the fund chain breaking. Furthermore, the store was still making money, so they had definitely chosen to watch from the beginning.    

    

Only when they saw the signs that they could not hold on for much longer would these people come and stab them. At that time, they would no longer recognize the money they had earned.    

    

Ye Feng thought about it and felt that it was reasonable. It was not worth getting angry at such people. In any case, these guys wouldn't be able to deal with Yuanfeng in the future.    

    

Over the next two days, the streets and alleys in Grand City were bustling with noise and excitement. Who knew how many gossip related to Ye Feng had surfaced.    

    

Sometimes, there was talk about Ye Feng's ex-girlfriend, and sometimes, Ye Feng's ex-girlfriend would also come out and make a scene.    

    

In the end, Ye Feng's girlfriend already had dozens of friends.    

    

True or false, false or real. In the end, everyone became more and more confused.    

    

Even if someone who knew Ye Feng, if they wanted to say something, no one would care about it.    

    

These people could only look up at the sky and sigh. Why was it that no one believed him when he told the truth?    

    

"… …"    

    

In a small building outside the school.    

    

"Damn, it's fine if you don't believe me, but you're still scolding me!"    

    

Meng Shengquan was so angry that he slammed his mouse on the table. His face was filled with dissatisfaction.    

    

If the camera was zoomed in, one would see that his computer page displayed a post that had over a thousand replies.    

    

As for the main topic of the post, people might still remember "My dear brother, the path of a billionaire's rise".    

    

Xu Fangpigeon glanced at him and snappily said, "It would be weird if I believed you!" Return my brother, do you have such a blood brother? "    

    

"Rhetoric, do you understand!?" Even if it's not my blood brother, it's still my blood brother. I'm not lying! " Meng Shengquan immediately refuted.    

    

It was said that when he wrote the post, he only wanted to act cool, but in the end, he was bitten by a dog instead.    

    

For the past two days, his post had always been pinned on the top. At the same time, he had also been scolded like a dog's blood.    

    

No one believed that the tycoon was his brother at all. Who told him to push his post too far?    

    

Xu Fangpigeon ignored him, and after she was done with her work, she asked: "Ye Feng is so rich, do you think we should treat him to a meal and try to get close to him?"    

    

Meng Shengquan rolled his eyes and humphed, "What relationship do I have with you? Do I need to get close to you?"    

    

"Do you know what 'worldly wisdom' means? You and Ye Feng have only known each other for a few days, and you haven't been together for a long time.    

    

Xu Fangpigeon first scolded him a few times, then said, "Don't invite them now, wait until sister-in-law returns to Grand City, we'll invite the two of them together."    

    

Meng Shengquan mumbled but didn't refuse.    

    

Even though he was a coward, he didn't represent a fool.    

    

"… …"    

    

Ye Feng did not know that the article "My dear brother, the road to the rise of a billionaire" was written by Meng Shengquan.    

    

If he knew, he would definitely skin Meng Shengquan.    

    

He took a look at this article because he had nothing better to do. If it was not his place, then this article would definitely be a good novel about love between men and women.    

    

But if it was him or Fatty, Ye Feng would probably want to die.    

    

It was precisely because he didn't know that Meng Shengquan escaped this calamity.    

    

Of course, at this moment, Ye Feng was not in the mood to argue with the people who wrote the posts.    

    

Over the past two days, there had been many small suppliers who came over to ask for more money, and Ye Feng felt that he was almost forced into a corner.    

    

Although he didn't have much money, he had spent over 10 million in just 2 days.    

    

This ten million was something that he had temporarily brought over from a few stores.    

    

If he did not give this money out, then the ones waiting for Ye Feng would be the big suppliers.    

    

Ten million going out would at least let Ye Feng live in peace for two days.    

    

Having just sent away a group of small suppliers, Ye Feng asked Finance Minister Tang Haiping, "How much money do we have left?"    

    

Tang Haiping picked up her notebook and looked at it. After a simple calculation, she said, "There are still 3.8 million. But Nanhua's turnover today hasn't changed. It's more than 9 million."    

    

Ye Feng heaved a sigh of relief. As long as there was money, it was fine. He was afraid that he would run out of it.    

    

However, he couldn't keep going like this. If he dragged things on for a few more days, he would be at the end of his rope.    

    

This turnover was not something that could be casually made use of. Other than the profit portion, the rest of it was for the goods.    

    

Right now, if he were to misappropriate the turnover, he would have to tear down the east wall and repair the west wall. If something went wrong, the problem would only get worse.