I Don't Want To Be A Young Master

Ever since he had stepped on the emergency brake at that fatal bend, Chen Jian had been in a wandering state. He had almost given up on the second half of the competition, perhaps because of some psychological trauma, and did not even dare to drive fast anymore. This was also the reason why he was so slow down the mountain.    

    

He had seen all sorts of racers and drivers many years ago. Now, he only needed to look at Chen Jian's expression to know that he was "disabled". From now on, he would not be able to participate in racing competitions.    

    

Driving normally might not be a big deal, but there were some benefits. For example, after this trip, his car would be even steadier.    

    

However, when it came to racing, it was obviously impossible.    

    

Of course, Ye Feng was not in the mood to sympathize with him.    

    

Ye Feng knocked on the window again, and said impatiently: "I say, where's the car key? Why don't you give it to me? "What, you want to go back on your word?"    

    

Chen Jian finally came back to his senses and stared blankly at Ye Feng. After a while, his eyes gradually turned cold.    

    

"Car, I won't give it to you. It's already very convenient for you to let your brother go."    

    

Ye Feng frowned, "You really want to go back on your word?"    

    

Chen Jian sneered, "As long as I want, I can take your life here. Do you want the car or your life? Choose."    

    

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk." Ye Feng shook his head and said, "This rich second-generation is not good, they can't even keep their promises. "To tell you the truth, I want the car as well. I want the car as well, and I also want the life. You won't be able to take it away either."    

    

"Is that so?" After saying that, Chen Jian opened the door and got out of the car. He stared at Ye Feng with a vicious expression and said, "Then let's give it a try."    

    

With that, a group of people surrounded him, blocking the path of Ye Feng. The boy in the lead was not tall, but he looked very well-built. He had a crew cut and a scar on his face; he was clearly someone not to be trifled with.    

    

Chen Jian smiled and said, "Let me introduce you. This guy is called Lu Ping, our school's sports students specialize in boxing." Don't look at him as a student. When this brat fought with his underground black fists, he had accidentally killed someone before. "    

    

"Oh, you've beaten someone to death." Ye Feng smiled and cupped his fist, "My apologies."    

    

With that, Ye Feng turned his head and shouted, "Old Road! With a brother who has beaten someone to death, do you dare to try? "    

    

After about ten seconds, Lu Kuan pushed his way through the crowd and looked Lupin up and down. He said indifferently, "Young master, you know I've been a mercenary, I've been to Syria, I've been to Afghanistan, and I've also been to Somalia. What I want to say is that in these places, killing people isn't a big deal. If you want to show off your achievements, you have to say, how many people have been killed."    

    

Lu Kuan faced Lu Ping, his eyes slowly narrowing. "Bro, tell me, how many people have you killed?"    

    

A drop of sweat quietly slid down between the stubble of Lupin's short, stiff hair.    

    

For some reason, he smelled danger from Lu Kuan, a man with an ordinary appearance and average figure. Perhaps it was because he had been sneaking into the underground boxing arena for years, but he had a feeling that danger was coming his way.    

    

Now, his intuition told him that he should not provoke this man. When he fought, he should at least follow the rules. His goal was not to kill someone but to defeat his opponent.    

    

However, the man in front of him was different. He was a cobra, so it was fine if he didn't make a move.    

    

Lu Ping slightly lowered his head and said to Chen Jian, "Young Master Chen, I can't play today."    

    

"What did you say?" Chen Jian angrily said, "You said you won't play today? Don't you know your own identity? "    

    

"I'm sorry, Chen Young Master, I can't fight."    

    

"Good, good, very good." Chen Jian was so angry that his hands were trembling as he pointed at Lu Ping, "I think you don't want to stay any longer. You're tired of studying in universities now, aren't you?"    

    

"It doesn't matter if you don't read the book, but today, I can't play."    

    

"…"    

    

Chen Jian did not know what to say because he had nothing else to say.    

    

After a long while, he looked around at the people around him and asked sternly: "What about you? You can't fight? "    

    

Those people all lowered their heads, "Sorry, Young Master Chen, we'll listen to Brother Lu."    

    

Chen Jian was once again speechless.    

    

After a while, he clenched his teeth, pulled out the key, and threw it out of the car. He viciously said, "Today, I'll let you off. I'll settle this with you in the future!"    

    

"Tsk." Ye Feng reached out his hand and firmly grabbed the keys to the car.    

    

"'I'll deal with you in the future.' Everyone who has suffered a loss likes to say so. I can hear it in my ears." He knocked on the window again. This car is no longer yours. "    

    

Chen Jian got out of the car and led Jiang Lu and his group of brothers away gloomily.    

    

The rest of the people solemnly circled the Eija a few times, praising it, "Handsome, this car."    

    

The rest of the youths were entangled with Ye Feng, asking all sorts of questions. However, since there was a wide path in front of them, they had no way to get close to him.    

    

Lowering his head to look at his watch, he saw that it was already ten-thirty. Ye Feng said: "It's getting late, let's go. We still have things to do tomorrow."    

    

As a result, the seven of them drove three cars, a Mercedes-Benz, a BMW, and their newly won spoils of war, returning triumphantly.    

    

The next day, Chen Jian was a man of his word and sent over all the procedures for Weija. He even sent out a transfer certificate so that he wouldn't have to do it himself.    

    

However, to be honest, it would be difficult for him to appear personally. How could he still have the face to do so?    

    

At the end of the day, Ye Feng wanted to help Yuan Fei out of trouble, so it came to an end very quickly. The following days were very peaceful, the only difference was that once he went out to do something, Ye Feng would have an extremely eye-catching car.    

    

"… …"    

    

In the middle of November, Duan Pengfei handed the matter of the Shanwan branch over to the newly appointed shop manager, while he rushed over to Grand City.    

    

On the second floor of Nanhua Square.    

    

This was the first time Duan Pengfei came to Nanhua Square. When he came to Grand Dominance City last time, Nanhua City had not been completed yet.    

    

Standing in the midst of the refurbishing New Traders, Duan Pengfei was momentarily filled with emotion, and all sorts of feelings floated within his heart.    

    

"Young Master Ye, I didn't think of it, I really didn't think of it!"    

    

Duan Pengfei praised a few times and couldn't help but say, "When I was sent to the Sky Sea by the Ye Clan's Guangcheng that year, I never expected that there would be a day I would be able to kill my way back."    

    

"How about Wal-Mart?" A faint smile appeared on Ye Feng's face.    

    

"Alright!"    

    

Duan Pengfei only said a single word. What he cared about wasn't the location being bigger and earning more, but the step Ye Feng took that gave him more hope for the Far Wind Corporation.    

    

"Young Master Ye, thank you!"    

    

Duan Pengfei's words of thanks had many meanings, and they were filled with heartfelt gratitude as well.    

    

Once, he was a dog of the Ye Family. He had been sent down to the Tianhai Continent to do business, away from the capital, away from the Shanghai market, and even away from Grand City.    

    

But after following Ye Feng, he saw hope once again, the hope to be able to shake the world in the business world.