Two foxes, one old and one young, were drinking tea while chatting, talking about the Iraq War from the firewood, rice, oil and salt, talking about the warming of the climate to the Shenzhou to the sky. Song Jia didn't understand why the old and one young people said so much!

Finally, after talking about the reason for the Iraq War, Saddam stole the Bush pressure cooker, Song Siming put down the tea in his hand and said to Song Jia: "Jiajia, I have a can of good tea in your second uncle. Go and get it for me."

"You still want to drink? Are you really anxious to find someone who can accompany you to drink tea every day? Today, you finally found someone who can sit here and chat with you honestly, so you plan to drink all the good tea in your house?" Song Jia muttered in her heart while leaving the pavilion with great displeasure.

After Song Jia left, the expression on Song Siming's face suddenly changed. He said to Ye Yifan with a gloomy face: "Ye Yifan, a Chinese American. His current identity is the chairman of Q City Guanghui Group. I'm right about your information!"

"That's right, it's not wrong at all. As the helmsman of the largest family in Hong Kong, it's definitely easy for you to check my information. I think if you really want to know, you might find out what color of underwear I'm wearing that day!" Ye Yifan was not surprised that Song Siming would check him, after all, Song Siming's granddaughter had been with Ye Yifan for a long time yesterday.

"This is the information I got yesterday. You are right. Generally, people I want to investigate will get his very comprehensive information the next day. But what surprised me was that from yesterday to now, the information I got in my hands has been from you in the past three years. In other words, your information was completely blank before these three years." Song Siming looked at Ye Yifan playfully while saying this, and he was waiting for Ye Yifan to explain.

However, Ye Yifan obviously didn't want to explain anything at all. Thinking about it, did he ask Ye Yifan to say to the other party: "I'm really sorry, because I worked in the world's number one killer organization before, and I was the world's number one killer, so it's normal that you can't find my information!"

Of course Ye Yifan couldn't do such a stupid thing. He curled his lips and said, "That's a question of your subordinates' ability to do things. It has nothing to do with me, and I don't need to explain anything to you. Your Song Jia just wanted to tell me something about this?"

"I want to know what your purpose is to approach Jiajia. If it is for money, I can write you a check now, but I hope you can disappear from Jiajia's side immediately!" Song Siming's eyes were like a torch when he spoke, and in a more common saying, it was domineering.

What Ye Yifan hates most is this kind of person who feels good about himself. He thinks that he is a little stinky and money is a little stinky, and everyone will spoil him! Ye Yifan said with an unhappy look: "Old man, you have figured out something that your granddaughter provoked me yesterday. It wasn't that when I went to meet your granddaughter! What do you think I have any intention of her? Besides, do you think I am a person who is short of money? You don't have to be so harsh in your aura, you can die early!"

Ye Yifan's words were too direct, too implicit, too sharp, too disrespectful, too disrespectful to Song Siming. Since Song Siming became a well-known figure in the Hong Kong financial industry, when did he be taught this lesson by others? His face instantly turned red and he wanted to get angry.

At this time, Ye Yifan said again: "I just had my wallet stolen. Now I don't have money to go back. I just work at your house for a few days and earn travel expenses. You don't have to guard against me like a thief. No matter what, this is your territory. Can I do what I can do with your granddaughter on your territory? Even if you don't have any confidence in yourself, you have to have some confidence in your granddaughter."

Song Siming calmed down and said, "Aren't you short of money and going back? I'll give you money now. How about the first class cabin of the plane?" Song Siming said in a very magical way. In his opinion, he played with this hand so beautifully and grandly. First class cabin! He said it with a grandeur.

However, Ye Yifan obviously did not accept his affection. Ye Yifan curled his lips and said, "First class is amazing! When I came, I was in the first class! First class cabin without even a bowl of fried noodles!"

"How is that possible! As first class, they don't even provide fried noodles!" Song Si obviously didn't believe that the first class, which had always been sacred in his heart, was so poor in service.

"Yes, it's not wrong at all. They really don't provide it. And I won't accept you because I'm willing to give it up. I have my dignity. A gentleman won't eat food given by pity! I come to you to work to make an equivalent exchange for my labor and the money you paid. I feel at ease!" At this moment, Ye Yifan straightened his back and spoke with a strong and powerful voice. At this moment, Ye Yifan was like Tao Yuanming's soul possession, and he was not alone at this moment!

Seeing Ye Yifan like this, even Song Siming almost thought that Ye Yifan was really a person with extremely high integrity. However, Song Siming quickly broke free from this illusion. He drank a cup of tea to wake him up and said, "Okay, even if you really have no intentions, how long do you plan to stay here and what work do you want to do here?"

Ye Yifan knew that his excuse just now was actually very bad. If he said he would stay here for a month next time, then Song Siming would definitely reject him on the grounds that he had been too long. After all, this family was still under the control of Song Siming, and he really didn't want Ye Yifan to stay here, so Ye Yifan could only stare at him.

"Three days, it will not exceed one week at most. Anyway, I will go back after I have earned enough fares. I will be a bodyguard for your granddaughter!" Ye Yifan was telling the truth. He only needed to stay in this place for three days. As long as Song Siming's 70th birthday, he could find the two killers and Ye Yifan could leave the Song family. As for the fares and other things, Ye Yifan didn't want them at all.

"Three days? Are you sure it's only three days?" Song Siming was a little unbelievable. He thought that Ye Yifan would have to be here for a month no matter what. In fact, Song Siming really thought that Ye Yifan wanted to attack Song Jia.

"That's right, don't you think I've been working too short and don't want to pay my salary?" Ye Yifan looked at Song Siming alertly, as if he was guarding against a migrant worker with a bad boss.

At this time, Song Jia came back with tea leaves. She smiled and said to the old and young people in the pavilion: "What are you talking about? Are you having such a happy chat?"

"We are discussing romance action movies!" Ye Yifan responded casually.
Chapter completed!