Chapter 12

When Yang Feng entered the ward, the two men looked at him at the same time. Although their eyes were particularly bright, they gave people different feelings. One of them gave people a feeling of perseverance and unyielding, while the other gave people a feeling of yin and ruthlessness.

After seeing Yang Feng, old Ye half lay in bed and waved to Yang Feng with a smile, "Xiao Yang, you're coming."

"Ye Lao, how are you recovering?" Yang Feng asked.

Old ye said, "thanks to you, my health is getting better and better."

"That's good." Yang Feng nodded.

Ye Lao introduced to Yang Feng: "these are my two unworthy grandchildren. They came to the hospital to see me and brought me something by the way."

Both of them are in their thirties. Mr. Ye is already in his eighties. His son is estimated to be at least fifty or sixty years old, and his grandson is normal in his thirties. Yang Feng smiled at them as a greeting.

And they will nod.

As for what ye Lao said, these are his two unworthy grandchildren, just modest. In fact, these two people are definitely not simple and definitely not ordinary people.

However, Chinese people like humility. For example, when the ancients introduced their sons to others, they liked to describe them as dogs, and dogs mostly mean to be discouraged and worthless.

But if others call their descendants dogs, it is disrespectful and provocative.

Old ye took out a golden gold medal and personally handed it to Yang Fengdao: "Xiao Yang, I gave you money last time, but you don't want it. I'll give you this gold medal this time. You must keep it well. If you encounter difficulties in the future, although I dare not say that this waist token can guarantee your safety 100%, it can at least help you."

The two grandsons of old Ye's face changed. They didn't seem to believe the old man's decision and gave it to Yang Feng.

Maybe others don't know the role of this waist token, but as members of the Ye family, they know the role of this thing very well. If anyone has such a waist token, he can get the help of the Ye family. Even as long as he has this waist token, his position in the family can exceed that of ordinary direct descendants.

The Ye family is not only a big family in the provincial capital, but also has a position in Kyoto. Although Ye has retired, some of his old subordinates have become generals. It can be seen that ye has great influence.

Yang Feng was not polite. He took the gold waist token of Ye Lao. After all, he saved Ye Lao's life, and Yang Feng didn't exclude making friends with people with status. After all, it was beneficial to him.

Old Ye's two grandsons came up with an objection, but when they saw the old man's dignified eyes, they stopped talking.

And Yang Feng saved their grandfather and deserved a return, but it was too expensive.

Although the Ye family has big trees and deep roots, it is only because of the presence of Ye Lao. Once Ye Lao leaves, the status of the Ye family will plummet and it is much better to follow.

Because if ye laoruo was there, those subordinates would give the Ye family face and sell personal feelings. The Ye family could also speak in Kyoto, but once ye laoruo left, people would go to tea cool. Who still remembers their family.

After taking the token, I saw three golden characters engraved on it, "Ye Jianxiong.".

It is estimated that it is the name of Ye Lao. Yang Feng doesn't know the status of Ye family, but since Ye Lao gave him this thing, he just took it.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye. If I need it in the future, I will find you." Yang fengke airway.

"OK." Old Ye slowly closed his eyes and seemed to have a rest.

Yang Feng left knowingly, and he didn't want to stay in the ward. He saw all the expressions of old Ye's two grandchildren. As for ye Lao's help, it may or may not be needed in the future.

When Yang Feng left the ward, ye Tianlong, the eldest grandson of old ye, didn't understand: "Grandpa, why did you give such valuable things to the little doctor?"

Ye Tianhu, the second grandson, looked disdainful: "Grandpa, Yang Feng is just a little doctor. He is not qualified to get the token of our Ye family. It's a big deal to give him 10 million. If he really needs money, it doesn't matter to give him 100 million."

"Shut up." Old Ye glared at Ye Tianhu. With his anger, he coughed a few times.

It's easy to say. Give Yang Feng 10 million, or 100 million. He doesn't have so much money. Even if he takes out all his possessions, his personal real estate and deposits add up to only one or two million.

Although the Ye family has a big tree and deep roots, and although the family is rich, ye Lao is very poor. He is really poor. He has a simple style, is honest and clean, and does not commit corruption and bribery, so he has little money.

But old Ye's children and grandchildren are different. He is very valuable and rich.

Ye Lao also taught posterity many times, but his descendants just didn't listen. They wandered outside with the family's reputation and made a lot of money.

Powerful people do not necessarily have money. Some high-level officials are honest and upright. Although they have high power, they do not have much money, but their children are different. Some children make huge profits by relying on the authority of their family.

As a father, he can only turn a blind eye. After all, he is his own flesh and blood. Because of this, countless pit father events have occurred.

When they saw Ye Lao coughing angrily, they immediately bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes.

Ye Lao slowly raised his head, stroked his chest and looked at his eldest son. He showed a happy smile. Although Ye Tianhu was not optimistic and degenerated willingly, his eldest son Ye Tianlong still won glory.

The reason why he wanted to give the waist token to Yang Feng was another profound meaning. The greatest wish of old ye in this life was to find the terrorist organization decades ago, wipe it out and avenge those dead comrades in arms.

Comrades in arms who have come out of countless wars and experienced countless hardships of life and death together. This friendship is the most sincere and better than life.

He was injected with that kind of venom decades ago. He thought he would die, but Yang Feng could treat this kind of venom. Therefore, old Ye attached great importance to Yang Feng.

After walking out of the ward, Yang Feng went to work in the hospital. When he passed the conference room, he only heard a noisy voice inside. It is said that President Li Jianquan had a conflict with Vice President Han Shiwei.

In the last incident, Han Shiwei formed a gang and thought Ye Lao was dead, so he wanted to bring down Li Jianquan, but ye Lao was not dead, so his plan failed.

Li Jianquan is not easy to bully. He can sit in this position and is not an idle person. Therefore, he also retaliates against Han Shiwei and wants to drive Han Shiwei out of the hospital. However, the vice president Han Shiwei has a background in the parent company. Therefore, Li Jianquan failed to achieve his wish. He repeatedly demolished each other, so the two people directly tore their faces and became enemies. There is no need to disguise.

Yang Feng was not very happy about their dispute. Although if Yang Feng were to choose, Li Jianquan would certainly be chosen as the president. After all, although Li Jianquan is an old Jianghu, he has a sense of responsibility and medical ethics. Han Shiwei is different. He is completely a sinister villain.

However, this is an internal matter of the hospital, and Yang Feng doesn't want to ask.

Yang Feng was about to return to his post when he saw Mai Qiuyan coming face to face.

"Qiuyan, is the thing you admitted yesterday still counted?" Yang Feng asked.

"What's up?" Mai Qiuyan asked.

Yang Feng thought that beauty is forgetful. She forgot what just happened last night. Maybe Mai Qiuyan pretended to forget.

"My hero saved the United States." Yang Feng smiled.

It's good not to mention it. Mai Qiuyan was angry when he mentioned it. Yang Feng took advantage of the danger of others and didn't do it by a gentleman. He really looked at him wrong.

"Yang Feng, don't mention that thing last night. I have something to do with you?" Mai Qiuyan said.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "yes, don't mention the past. Let's start over."

Mai Qiuyan said solemnly, "Yang Feng, can you be serious?"

Yang Feng pretended to be serious and said, "yes, be serious. I want to buy you diamond rings, formulate clothes, and send out invitations to celebrate all over the world."

Cut!

Mai Qiuyan despises Yang Feng and celebrates all over the world. Yang Feng really dares to think that he thinks he is the Yellow Emperor and a big man who controls all living beings in the world. Does he still want to celebrate all over the world? Does he have this status.

"Yang Feng, can't you be serious?" Mai Qiuyan asked, biting his teeth.

Seeing Mai Qiuyan angry, Yang Feng didn't tease her and said seriously, "tell me, what's the matter with you?"

Mai Qiuyan said, "well, I have a classmate party this evening, which is held in a five-star hotel in Jinghai district. I want you to go with me."

It turned out that he wanted to be a flower escort. Yang Feng didn't want to go to such a boring party. It was not so much a classmate party as a pretending to show off his wealth.

Decades ago, our friendship was sincere. The students gathered to talk about feelings and friendship.

But today, the classmate party is actually a competition. At the party, you can only hear the voice of the richest people. During the conversation, you can also compare the status, salary, interpersonal relationship and so on.

"I'm not in the mood to go to such a boring party." Yang Feng refused.

The reason why Mai Qiuyan invited Yang Feng to accompany him was actually that he liked his skill. So many young gangsters were easily beaten down by Yang Feng last night. Although there is no need to use force at the classmate party, taking an expert around can also be a precaution.

"Yang Feng, I don't think you dare to go. You're afraid of being pursued by me for revenge, so you refuse." Mai Qiuyan said.

Yang Feng didn't care about his aggressive method at all. If it were a young man with general strength, it is estimated that he would have been fooled long ago, but Yang Feng would not have been fooled.

"Whatever you say, I'm just not going and I'm not interested." Yang Feng shook his head.

Mai Qiuyan is in a hurry. Damn Yang Feng, how can he refuse the invitation of a great beauty.

Notice, I don't know how many rich and powerful men want to be close to her. Even if they can say a few words with her, they are satisfied, but Yang Feng is not rare.

Without Yang Feng's company, Mai Qiuyan didn't dare to go. After all, most of the students have not seen each other for many years and no one knows who they are. But there are a few students who used to be her friends, so she really wants to go to the party.

"Yang Feng, my car was smashed last night. I can only take a taxi tonight. I'm only secure with your company." Mai Qiuyan continued.

Yang Feng said, "isn't your good sister very rich? She's the beautiful woman who drove a Ferrari last night. You can call her and drive a Ferrari to the party. It's both fun and face."

"You're talking about sister Han. She's so busy that she doesn't have time. If you don't agree, it's a big deal. I'm alone. You don't have to be responsible for anything." Maiqiu goose stamped his feet, then turned and left.

Yang Feng thought, if something really happens to you, why should I be responsible? My brother didn't ask you to go. But he was really worried when he thought of Mai Qiuyan, a beautiful woman, going to Jinghai district alone at night.

It's really not safe for a beautiful woman like Mai Qiuyan to take a taxi alone at night, especially when she gets into the hanging hair of Zhang Wu. Maybe Mai Qiuyan will be tied up when blood rushes up. At that time, the press will have more notice of missing people and the motherland will have less beautiful women.

Yang Feng finally agreed and decided to send Mai Qiuyan himself.

In this kind of party, other men usually pay for it, eat it, drink it, and don't have to pay for it. How nice.

Ye Tianhu, the grandson of old ye, walked down the stairs and saw a group of people in black immediately come forward like stars and the moon. There were specially assigned people to hold umbrellas. There were a group of men in black around him, including those carrying black leather bags and those holding mobile phones for ye Tianhu. He was as powerful as a big brother on the same road.