Chapter 622

"Working on things? I'm going to do things, not us..." Yang Ming shook his head.

"It's okay, Master, don't you need an errand runner for your errands? I'll run errands for you!" Now old Buffon's idea is to let Yang Ming finish his errands quickly, and then formally accept him as an apprentice.

"Then it's up to you!" Yang Ming said helplessly, but he was secretly happy in his heart. With this guy by his side, the problem of the bus factory would not be a problem.

Seeing that Yang Ming agreed, Old Buffon immediately followed up. It seemed that Yang Ming would run away. Although Yang Ming has already agreed to accept him as an apprentice, but this thing is only verbal. After all, he has not formally apprenticed to him in the Xiangtang Hall, and Yang Ming also said that he will also inspect him, so old Buffon is still a little bit drummed .

Although martial arts people keep their promises and trustworthiness is the most important thing, but Yang Ming hasn't formally accepted him yet, has he? Old Buffon naturally did not dare to be careless.

"Master, where are you going now?" Buffon Sr. asked.

"I'm going to have some dinner with my dad and one of his friends, follow me!" Yang Ming said.

"Okay! I'll go see the master!" Old Buffon didn't know what politeness was, so he agreed directly.

Yang Ming originally planned to ask Old Buffon to go with him, so he didn't say anything, but took him to the VIP room upstairs. Although Old Buffon's face was bruised, he didn't feel anything wrong.

After entering the private room, Yang Dahai was very surprised when he saw old Buffon: "Da Ming, this is..."

If it was normal, Yang Dahai wouldn't be so strange, but the situation is different now, this old Buffon's face is full of injuries, like a down and out vagabond, no wonder others would be surprised.

"Dad, this is mine...how should I put it..." Yang Ming didn't know how to introduce him: "Just count it as a friend of mine!"

"Master..." Old Buffon was about to speak, but seeing that Yang Ming had already glared at him, he quickly changed his words: "That...that..."

Old Buffon is really in a bit of trouble! He called Yang Ming Mr. Yang, so Yang Dahai cannot be called Mr. Yang! It stands to reason that in terms of seniority, Yang Dahai belongs to his grandfather's generation, but at his age, if he is called grandpa, that's not the case!

Although the old Buffon is a China hand, he is also stumped at the moment and doesn't know how to call it.

"Call my dad Lao Yang." Yang Ming ordered.

"Old Yang..." Old Buffon smiled and shook hands with Yang Dahai: "Just call me Old Buffon..."

"Oh... hello." Yang Dahai didn't know what this guy was doing, but he shook hands with him out of politeness.

Old Buffon turned to look at Feng Wanjiang again. Feng Wanjiang didn't know how this old Buffon got out, so he shook hands with him politely.

"Old Buffon, call the chairman of the car company that came with you and tell him to bring Mr. Wan." After Old Buffon took his seat, Yang Ming casually said to Old Buffon.

"Okay, okay." Old Buffon nodded and agreed without thinking. In his opinion, as long as he can do what his master told him to do, he must do it, and if he can't do it, he must find a way to do it.

Yang Ming's words made both Yang Dahai and Feng Wanjiang inexplicably surprised, and they looked at Yang Ming inquiringly.

Old Buffon didn't say much, just took out his phone, called, and then said in Italian with a commanding tone: "Frank, now take your chairman surnamed Wan in China, and come to Nightmare Immediately , Room 601."

I don't know what Frank said, but Buffon hung up the phone and said to Yang Ming, "Mr. Yang, they will be here soon."

"Dad, Uncle Feng, let me introduce you. This is old Buffon, who is the actual controlling shareholder of Euroroad Automobile Group. Our Sroadroad Group here is his subsidiary here." Yang Ming said.

"Ah!" Surprised, Feng Wanjiang quickly stood up and said respectfully, "Mr. Buffon... welcome..."

"Uncle Feng, you don't have to be so polite to him. If you have any demands, you can ask them soon." Yang Ming said lightly.

"Yes, yes, based on the relationship between Mr. Yang and me, if you have anything to say, I will definitely do it!" Old Buffon also said quickly: "They are all my own people, my own people!"

After hearing old Buffon's words, Feng Wanjiang became a little confused. right? Could this guy be a liar? How noble is the controlling shareholder of Lutong Automobile Group! Mr. Wan, the boss of a subsidiary here, is enough to be majestic. How can this person, who has a higher status than the boss of the head office, be so easy-going?

This is not the key point, what makes Feng Wanjiang most suspicious is that this old Buffon's face is full of injuries, how can he not be seen as a big man? Therefore, Feng Wanjiang whispered to Yang Dahai: "Old Yang, why do I think this matter is so unreliable? This old Buffon...could he be a liar? Yang Ming is young, could he have been fooled?" ?”

After being told by old Buffon, Yang Dahai also began to have some doubts, nodded and said, "I think it's a bit strange, this old Buffon still speaks Chinese... No, I have to ask Daming carefully!"

"You have to ask about this, or you will be deceived." Feng Wanjiang instructed.

Yang Dahai stood up, waved to Yang Ming and said, "Da Ming, come out with me, I have something to tell you!"

"Oh?" Yang Ming stood up strangely, followed Yang Dahai out of the private room, and asked, "Dad, what are you going to say? Why don't you say it in the room?"

"Da Ming, how did you know this old Buffon?" Yang Dahai asked very seriously.

"Dad... are you doubting his identity?" Yang Ming was taken aback for a moment, then thought of what his father was worried about.

"Yes... Daming, this old Buffon looks very suspicious," Yang Dahai said, "Director Feng also said that this old Buffon doesn't look like a rich man..."

"Dad, you think he's downcast, but he's also quite easy-going. He's not at all the same as that arrogant Mr. Wan, right?" Yang Ming said with a smile.

"This...well..." Yang Dahai nodded.

"Dad, let me tell you the truth. In fact, old Buffon was just kidnapped by two gangsters. In the private room downstairs, Hou Zhenzhen and I rescued him, so he is very grateful to me." , it's normal to be easy-going with you, and it's normal for him to be injured just after he escaped from the devil's lair!" Yang Ming explained with a smile.

"So that's the case!" Yang Dahai nodded and said, "Since this is the case, then I can rest assured. By the way, where are the two gangsters?"

"Sent to the police station by Hou Zhenhan." Yang Ming said: "Dad, wait for Mr. Wan and the others to come later, and you will understand everything."

Just as he was talking, he saw Mr. Wan with a bruised nose and a swollen face walking quickly towards this side with a foreigner. When Mr. Wan saw Yang Ming, he immediately jumped into a rage, pointed at Yang Ming and said, "Good boy, so you are here! Well, you have the guts, don't leave, the person I'm looking for will be here soon, I don't think I'll kill you!" "

The foreigner's expression darkened, and he yelled at Mr. Wan. Mr. Wan immediately became honest, returned to the foreigner with a flattering face, and said a few words in a low voice.

The foreigner snorted coldly, raised his legs and walked towards private room 601. And Mr. Wan gave Yang Ming a hard look.

Yang Ming didn't care at all, even Yang Dahai felt that Mr. Wan was not as superior as before! He also believed in the identity of the old Buffon now, because Frank and Mr. Wan really came here!

As soon as Mr. Wan and the others entered the private room, Yang Ming and Yang Dahai followed behind. Mr. Wan is impatient now, are you two finished yet? However, in order to show the boss how much face he has in China, how powerful he is, Mr. Wan still sternly scolded: "You two guys, get out of here quickly..."

However, halfway through saying this, he felt that something was wrong! Because, beside old Buffon, the one sitting was actually the director of that bus factory just now!

Turning around again, old Buffon enthusiastically stood up and gave up his seat to Yang Ming. Boss Wan's head buzzed for a while. What's going on? What is going on here?

Could it be that he drank too much and his eyes were blurred? However, after rubbing his eyes, he realized that this was the case! This ghost named Old Buffon is actually very respectful to Yang Ming!

"Mr. Buffon, may I ask you to call me here? Do you have any orders?" In Mr. Wan's eyes, Frank is already a superior existence, and this existence is so respectful to old Buffon. Then old Buffon is called Yang Ming of……