A full ten seconds.

Wei Chengfeng finally recovered from the shock.

Yang Ziyan is the old man's friend, how is this possible?

Huang Xin looked as if he had seen a ghost.

It was difficult for him to even meet Nangong Ling, let alone Nangong Yun.

"Brother, you...have you made a mistake? How could the old man have such a friend?"

Wei Chengfeng asked in disbelief.

Then, he received another slap, which knocked him back two steps.

"Do you think I'm lying to you? Now, I'm going to take Brother Yang to have dinner with the old man. How about you go and ask him in person?"

At this time, Wei Chengfeng was completely confused.

How dare he ask Nangong Yun.

"Brother, I was wrong, please forgive me." Wei Chengfeng said.

Nangong Ling snorted coldly: "What's the use of apologizing to me? Apologize to Brother Yang."

Wei Chengfeng was a little dazed.

Suddenly asking him to apologize to a being that he thought was just garbage was simply insulting to him and was too hard to accept.

However, I have to accept that this feeling is really worse than eating shit.

"Yes, sorry."

Wei Chengfeng bowed slightly to Yang Ziyan and said through gritted teeth.

"Let's go, it's not good to keep the old man waiting for too long."

Yang Ziyan, however, didn't even look at Wei Chengfeng and just passed him by.

This made Wei Chengfeng feel even more that his dignity had been seriously trampled on.

"Wei Chengfeng, I don't care who you make friends with outside, but don't bring this kind of rubbish into our Nangong family in the future, otherwise you will get the best of you."

Nangong Ling snorted coldly, waved his hand and turned to leave.

Beside him, Huang Xin was already covered in cold sweat.

It's over, it's over, it's really a big fall this time.

Who would have thought that Yang Ziyan, who drives a crappy car, would actually be Nangong Yun's friend.

Just as he was thinking about it, he was suddenly slapped hard on the face by Wei Chengfeng.

"Huang Xin, you are cheating on me. Why don't you get out of here? Do you still want to stand here and watch me lose face?"

Wei Chengfeng had a gloomy face and vented all his anger on Huang Xin.

"Brother Wei, I'm sorry, I'm leaving now."

Huang Xin felt even more bitter.

It's okay if the matter didn't work out, but now Wei Chengfeng has been offended, and life will be difficult in the future.

…

It was already afternoon when I came back from Nangong Family.

Yang Ziyan went directly to Molan Middle School.

This school, located in Linzhou District, Rongcheng, is definitely one of the top secondary schools in Rongcheng.

People are coming and going at the school gate.

In one place, a group of boys surrounded a girl. The girl was wearing a school uniform, but her charm could not be blocked.

But in the face of the various attempts to please the boys around her, the girl still looked cold, as if the whole world didn't care about her.

This is Nangong Linglong.

Tingting jade stands, and the stars hold the moon.

No wonder he has such a proud character. After all, he has a good family background, is good-looking, and is chased by so many boys every day.

When Yang Ziyan looked at Nangong Linglong, Nangong Linglong seemed to sense something unusual and looked in the direction of Yang Ziyan.

However, she only saw a back figure.

Yang Ziyan was walking towards the office area of ​​the school at this time.

He did not intend to contact Nangong Linglong directly, let alone help her control her temper.

He just wanted to get an identity for himself so that he could monitor Nangong Linglong's movements anytime and anywhere.

…

Yang Ziyan came to the office building and went directly to the dean's office.

"Stop, who are you? Who are you looking for?"

A woman wearing glasses, business attire, and a secretary stopped him.

"Hello, I want to talk to your dean about something."

Yang Ziyan said politely.

The female secretary looked him over and over, and refused directly with an expressionless face: "Sorry, if you want to see our dean, you must make an appointment in advance. Our dean has many things to do, so not everyone can see him."

There are many people who want to meet the dean of Molan Middle School. If everyone wants to meet, there will be no chaos.

Anyone who can meet the dean must at least have a decent identity.

"Name, phone number, place of work, position?"

The female secretary walked to the counter nearby and took out paper and pen to record Yang Ziyan's information.

Yang Ziyan thought for a moment and took out his wallet from his pocket.

Swish, swish, swish...

I grabbed seven or eight pieces and put them on the paper.

"My time is more precious."

reserve?

Doesn't exist.

The female secretary glanced at the money on the table and frowned immediately.

"What do you mean?"

You want to bribe her with seven or eight hundred yuan, but you pretend she has never seen the money?

Yang Zi said nothing and grabbed a dozen more from the bag and placed them on the table.

"Be accommodating."

The female secretary's eyes showed a hint of excitement, but in the end she refused.

How could her personality be trampled with money?

"Sorry, I have to follow the rules. If you do this again, I will be angry."

Yang Ziyan smiled slightly and put the wallet directly on the table: "Take as much as you like. It's too much, and it's not very comfortable to hold on to."

The money in the wallet was leftover from the last time he bought a watch. Yang Ziyan didn't bother to save it, so he just kept it on him.

Not much, probably close to 10,000 yuan.

The female secretary suddenly became short of breath.

At a quick glance, this is almost her monthly salary.

"Sir, please wait a moment. I will inform the dean right away."

…

After a while.

The female secretary returned again with a smile on her face and a sincere attitude.

"Sir, dean, please come in."

She bowed slightly to show respect.

Yang Ziyan took out the money and put it on the table, put his wallet back on his body, and walked towards the office alone.

When I entered the office, I saw a middle-aged man in his late fifties wearing glasses sitting on a leather chair, holding a cigarette in one hand and a teacup in the other, looking content and content.

"My time is precious and you can't afford to waste it, so I only give you one minute. If you can't impress me, then please take it back."

Dean Hu Ming took a puff of cigarette and spoke in a commanding tone without asking Yang Ziyan to sit down.

Giving Yang Ziyan a minute is already a great gift to Yang Ziyan.
To be continued...