Chapter 207

"A million?"

"Are you telling me the truth, old man?"

Lin Ruofei said in shock.

Although he is not willing to take over the free gift from others, but now Mr. Hong has sent the port to her, which makes her feel a little excited.

"Brother, is that true?"

Mr. Lin did not expect that Mr. Hong was not reconciled.

The rent of a port only costs one million yuan a month. If you put it in several other famous ports in Qingzhou, not to mention the small ports, the overall rent alone costs hundreds of millions a month.

What's more, Mr. Hong's port facilities are relatively perfect.

It has to be said that Mr. Hong paid Lin Ruofei according to the cost price.

"A word from a gentleman is hard to follow!"

Looking at Lin Ruofei and Lin Laozi, Mr. Hong said with a smile.

"Since my old man dares to say it, he will certainly do it. As for whether he accepts it or not, it's up to you!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Ruofei said, "I accept it!"

"Well, it's you!"

Master Hong patted Lin Ruofei's hand and nodded for sure.

Song Xiaofan stood aside, and master Hong taught him a lesson this evening.

This is the means.

"Mr. Hong, can I rent one?"

"The rent doesn't have to be that cheap, I don't know."

When Lin Longshan saw that Lin Ruofei had picked up such a big bargain, even he didn't want to be jealous.

"As far as I know, your business has nothing to do with overseas!"

Mr. Hong browed and looked at Lin Longshan contemptuously.

"To be honest, I have to give a large part of my profits to some ports in the next city every month. I can't afford these costs!"

Lin Longshan now regrets why he didn't help Mr. Hong at that time.

If I had not listened to Zhou Bufan's lies, I would not have fallen to such a state.

As a matter of fact, a large part of the income of linlongshan shopping mall comes from overseas luxury goods, and these luxury goods merchants have extremely high preservation requirements. Some of them even have to hire their designated cargo ships and purchase goods from their designated ports.

So from a long time ago, nearly 30% of our profits were handed over to those ports every year.

But he has to rely on them to eat. Now there is the best way for him. It depends on whether Mr. Hong is willing to help him.

"Oh, Longshan, some things can't be done too quickly!"

"Well, how about you come to me sometime next time and have a detailed talk with me?"

Hong old son skin smile meat don't smile of say.

When Lin Longshan heard these words, he naturally understood the middle of them.

If you want to help, the old man has already helped. What's more, you need to do more.

"Damn Lin Ruofei!"

Lin Longshan looks at Lin Ruofei with sharp eyes. If his eyes can kill people, I'm afraid Lin Ruofei has been killed thousands of times by him.

"It seems you can't keep it!"

Lin Longshan muttered to himself.

Because song Xiaofan's work is close to Lin Longshan, he can hear what Lin Longshan said in a small voice.

Hearing Lin Longshan's words, song Xiaofan felt that something was wrong.

Is Lin Longshan going to attack Lin Ruofei again?

Song Xiaofan raised his eyelids slightly and clenched his fists slightly. If he got it again, Lin Ruofei would not be so lucky to escape!

"Boy, remind you, Lin Ruofei is my granddaughter. If you dare to be unkind to her, I will be unkind to you!"

Master Hong suddenly interrupted song Xiaofan's thinking.

"The old man taught me that!" Song Xiaofan said with a smile.

Master Lin also laughed and said, "don't worry, Ruofei won't be wronged!"

"As long as I have one day, no one wants to bully Lin Ruofei!"

With these words, song Xiaofan looks at Mr. Lin, and suddenly sees a trace of coldness in his eyes.

Although that cold idea is fleeting, song Xiaofan feels a kind of killing idea from his eyes.

It seems that Mr. Lin also guessed what Mr. Hong thought.

But Mr. Lin chose not to tear it down.

It seems that these two old men have their own ideas, the only purpose is to frighten Lin Longshan and the people behind Lin Longshan!

After about ten minutes, when Mr. Hong saw that everyone was almost drunk, he ended the banquet.

Song Xiaofan can only send Mr. Hong back home.

on the way.

"You are very clever, old man!"

Song Xiaofan felt the cold wind, trying to make himself more sober.

But the old man Hong, who seemed to be drunk at first, is now in great spirits. If he didn't smell the wine on his body, no one would have guessed that old man Hong had drunk too.

"Boy, I've paved the road for you. As for how the play goes on, I'm afraid it depends on you and your old man!"

When Mr. Hong talked about Mr. Lin, he suddenly sighed and said:

"That old guy knows he can't frighten Lin Longshan."

"The only way to tie Lin Longshan is to rely on the last handle now!"

"I can see that Mr. Lin is trying his best to create room for you to grow up!"

Master Hong shook his head, and there was a trace of cruelty in his expression.

"If my boy is still there, I'm afraid our Hong family is no worse than the so-called Lin family."

When song Xiaofan saw that master Hong mentioned his son, he asked curiously:

"Sir, I heard that your son is very familiar with Ruofei's father, the owner of the Lin family!"

"Can you tell me their story?"

Song Xiaofan always feels a trace of mystery about master Hong's son.

Not only does it seem that his son has evaporated, but his father, Mr. Hong, has rarely been mentioned in front of outsiders.

"If we want to talk about them, we have to mention Lu Yong!"

"In fact, the relationship between my son Hong Dahai, the owner of the Lin family and Lu Yong was fairly good at that time!"

"I'm afraid you were not born at that time. The three of them could be said to be the golden triangle of our North County."

"Although the three of them have very different personalities and even different family backgrounds, it's just like fate. Something happened that made them break up completely!"

When Mr. Hong said this, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, as if some of them were hard to say.

"This matter has something to do with Lin Ruofei. Boy, do you want me to go on?"

Hong asked tentatively, after all, Lin Ruofei's meaning to song Xiaofan is different.

If song Xiaofan doesn't want to know, he can't go on.

Compared with his secret, Mr. Hong cares more about song Xiaofan.

"Go on, old man!"

Song Xiaofan's eyes are not deflected. He looks straight ahead and holds the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

But his palms and feet also began to sweat slightly, as if expecting something, and as if not expecting something.