"Then we'll have a deal. I think we'll meet again soon. Brother ye, take your time!"
Tang Long is in a good mood after getting a positive reply. He learns from ye Mo's previous tone of saying goodbye to wuqingzi.
Ye Mo nodded helplessly, opened the door of the Hummer and got on.
Zonghu, who had been waiting for a long time, started the car. After stepping on the accelerator, the Hummer roared and drove away from the Tang family's hotel.
Ye Mo is getting used to zonghu as a driver. As soon as he lies on the hard back, he must close his eyes and refresh himself as before.
"Well, you haven't hurt your heart. It looks like you were like that before. It's not light."
Zonghu just habitually picked up his cigar. Then he seemed to think of something. He put the cigar back and asked.
"It's all right. I've recovered from a minor injury. It's just that the vein is retrograde and a little stiff."
Ye Mo's mouth tilted slightly and shook his head.
"Fuck, if that unlucky woman wasn't a woman, I had to waste his hand and dare to make trouble when others are angry. According to my previous team, such people die worse than those who engage in assassination."
Seeing that ye Mo said nothing, zonghu relaxed his heart, raised his hand and smashed the steering wheel, which was a little greasy.
"It doesn't matter. We don't owe each other. Take me back to East Street. A guest is still waiting for me."
Yemo waved his hand and didn't seem to care much about it.
"The matter of Xinglong Street is handled by my friends, but although it is legal to collect money in this town, many ways are limited. Let those Han Pi of the Bai family help clean it for a few more days."
Zonghu thought about it and brought up another thing.
"It's not urgent. Take it slowly first. I don't want anything else. Just take it away. But I have to take the picture of qingyezi copying Dong Qichang's words. After all, I promised wuqingzi."
Yemo said.
"No problem !"
Zonghu smiled and showed his big white teeth.
"Anyway, it's all your orders. It's okay if you take all the things away. Land alone is enough."
"You are generous..."
Ye Mo laughs. He gets along with zonghu very casually and doesn't have much restraint.
Today, zonghu was angry. His eyes were red and his blood vessels burst. He was really angry. Otherwise, he could not directly not dump the face of the Zhao family in front of so many people.
A friend who can be angry because of you is definitely your true friend. Although both ye Mo and zonghu have their unknown secrets, this does not affect their current relationship and tacit understanding.
What they didn't find is that zonghu has begun to directly listen to Ye Mo's suggestions and opinions in many places, and his way of speaking is similar to the same word order as Zou Qi's report, but they didn't notice it.
The car sped all the way and finally arrived at East Street in the afternoon. Zonghu had something to report to Zou Qi. Ye Mo didn't leave him. He stepped into East Street and immediately found a different place.
As soon as I entered the boundary of East Street, several eyes swept over Ye mo. for people with strong senses, it will be noticed if someone looks at you with examination or emotional eyes. People with high realm may even feel the direction of their sight.
In shops, in crowds, on higher buildings
The personnel are closely distributed, but they are perfectly integrated into the environment or crowd. The location is also exquisite. Reporting points to each other at several outposts can perfectly grasp and track a person's movements.
After seeing this scene, ye Mo doesn't need to think much to know that it must be Liu Yuanwei's pen. It seems that the other party is more real after today's call.
Ye Mo walks into the East Street. As soon as he turns to the street where he lives, he sees a young man with a comb on his back coming down from a parked Porsche and coming towards himself. He is the next successor of daily average pharmaceutical, Zhou family, Zhou Feng.
Zhou Feng had never believed that he had any disease, but since he was pointed out by Ye Mo in the crown hall, he felt sick all over.
There is no normal place all over the body. It doesn't look like a healthy and normal place, especially the lungs lit by Ye mo. Zhou fengleng, who has smoked cigars for many years, gave up his cigarettes?
Not to mention one in a box, he dare not smoke any more. When he goes to bed at night, he can only sleep by putting his hand on his chest, feeling that his lungs are still working, he is still breathing, touching his heart and feeling the beating of his heart.
Whether it's the doctor invited by the Zhou family or the big foreign experts directly connected through the Internet, no one can give an accurate answer, not even the answer, which has never been heard before.
Normally, Zhou Feng should have believed that ye Mo was a quack, similar to a charlatan, just to scare talents. However, as long as he tried the method Ye Mo said before, the pain deep into the soul would immediately tell him that it was not a dream, but reality.
But other people, also according to this method, no matter how they try and try several times, they won't have this feeling.
Because of this, Zhou Feng has been convinced that he is indeed ill, and the disease is not light.
Thinking day by day and dreaming night by night, Zhou Feng had several serial nightmares in the evening because he was afraid of his sudden death caused by illness.
The most exaggerated and bizarre dream is that the melanoma grows all over his body. Even his eyes and mouth are full of melanoma. He coughed out his lungs like rotten cotton wool when he opened his mouth.
The double torture of body and spirit defeated Zhou Feng in just one day and one night. He didn't want to dream about the strange scene every night. He couldn't wait any longer. He took out Ye Mo's address and then chased the door.
"Dr. ye, you can make me wait. For five or six hours, I'm about to take root downstairs!"
Zhou Feng really waited in the sun for a long time and watched everyone busy moving things and decorating inside, but no one asked him to sit in. He had been waiting for a lot of evil fire. However, after seeing ye Mo, Zhou Feng had to pretend to smile because he was ill and no other doctor could diagnose and treat him, As if joking.
"Sorry, I went to see other people's paintings this morning, but it was delayed."
Ye Mo explained two sentences symbolically and went to his residence.
"Please come in, Zhou Shao. I have some rudimentary here. I hope you don't mind too much."