Now the two of them chatted more and more speculatively. Concubine Yuan Li giggled from time to time, and felt a sense of confidant in her heart.

Seeing that the temperature was almost done, Chen Feiyu couldn't help but curiosity and asked, "By the way, you said last time that the Sang family could bring you the greatest benefits. I went back and thought about it for a long time. You are obviously the president of Yanjing Guran Group and the famous "working queen" in China. Your identity and status are not lower than Sang Yuhai. Strictly speaking, they are still above him. I really can't figure out what the reason is? You still need to cooperate with him to get the best benefits?"

In an instant, Concubine Yuan's expression became dim, but it flashed away. She stretched out her finger and gently stroked the hair on her temples, and said, "Feiyu is Concubine Li and is a friend. Logically speaking, there is no need to hide this matter from you. It's just that this matter is long. I'll tell you next time there is a suitable opportunity."

"Okay, it's a matter of determination." Chen Feiyu nodded and responded. Suddenly, he heard a burst of restlessness from outside, and laughed playfully: "The time is indeed not good now, because they are here."

"What?" Yuan Lifei didn't react for a while, and subconsciously looked outside, and suddenly, Hua Rong lost her color.

I saw that on the wide road outside, Wuyang and Wuyang gathered a large group of men, with at least three or four hundred people, surrounding the entire road. Moreover, everyone was holding sticks and machetes in their hands. They were very arrogant and looked particularly scary. Many vehicles passing by on the road were blocked, so they could only dare not speak out.

"Why are there so many people?" Concubine Yuan Li couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

The two men behind her also changed their expressions.

Chen Feiyu gently patted Concubine Yuan Li's jade hand, signaled her to rest assured, and said with a smile: "I said before that no matter how many there are, it is just a group of ants. It can only look scary and it will not cause any threat."

Concubine Yuan Li was infected by Chen Feiyu's confidence and felt at ease. Then she realized that her hand was still under Chen Feiyu's hand. Her pretty face turned red and she quietly pulled it back.

The next moment, Fei Wenhai walked in with his head held high and his chest raised, followed by three or four hundred people, his expression changed from his previous decline and his arrogance was extremely arrogant.

Due to the large number of people, the entire hall could not be put down, and many people were outside the office building.

"How is it, what do you think?" Fei Wenhai came to Chen Feiyu, with a very proud expression. He stretched out his thumb and pointed at the crowd in Wuyang and Wuyang behind him, wanting to see Chen Feiyu's panicked expression.

However, he was disappointed, Chen Feiyu's expression remained unchanged, and he even shook his head and laughed, as if he was laughing at Fei Wenhai's innocence.

He stood up, glanced at the crowd around him casually, and said, "Is this what you said that the ants that can kill the elephant? It really made me look forward to it in vain."

"What, do you think the saying "many ants bite the elephant to death" is wrong?" Fei Wenhai sneered repeatedly. This kid is not old and can really show off.

"No, 'There are many ants to bite the elephant to death' is of course true, but..." Chen Feiyu shook his head, stretched out his index finger and pointed at the crowd, saying, "But there are only a few people, but it is not enough."

Fei Wenhai and others seemed to have heard the best joke in the world and couldn't help laughing.

Hundreds of people laughed together, their voices loudly and resounded across the roof, and Concubine Yuan changed slightly.

Fei Wenhai laughed and couldn't help but laugh, "I'm so damn laughing. Do you know how many people there are here, there are 382 people in total, and they are holding iron sticks and machetes. Even if they just throw the machetes and iron sticks at you from a distance, it's enough to smash you to death. Do you still think that these people are not enough?"

"It's indeed not enough, and it's far from enough." Chen Feiyu said confidently.

Fei Wenhai sneered: "Oh? Then I want to ask, how many talents do you think do you have enough?"

Chen Feiyu stood with his hands behind his back, pondered slightly, and said seriously: "Thirty-to-four million people... No, it must be even three or four million people, which may threaten me, at least it may exhaust me to death."

Three or four million people?
Chapter completed!