I Don’t Want To Be A Young Master

Ye Feng rubbed his forehead, turned around, and squatted in front of Duan Pengfei, "Old Duan, talk to you about something, I haven't been to the group today, you know?"

Duan Pengfei nodded stupidly, then shook his head, "Master, why are you doing this, come back." With that, Duan Pengfei's tears shed.

"One more thing, this clerk is pretty good. It's not like others. Dog eyes look down on people." Ye Feng ignored Duan Pengfei with a pitiful look, and after pointing at the short-haired beauty, he turned and walked out.

Lu Kuan sighed and chased it out, but in seconds, he walked back to the hall, shook his head at Duan Pengfei, and said that the young master had driven his car away and would not let him follow.

When Lu Kuan picked up Duan Pengfei, the staff in the hall had not been able to react from the shock.

The **** of the Tianlong Group actually knelt in front of a man selling goods on the ground, calling for the young master, calling himself an old slave.

"MD, it's all because of you, otherwise the young master would have signed the calligraphy." Duan Pengfei's chest was ups and downs fiercely, pointing to the nose of the security guard and Manager Wang and cursing.

"Chairman, I don't know him." No matter how stupid, Manager Wang knew that he had caused a disaster, his face turned pale.

Duan Pengfei slapped Manager Wang on the face, "Go away."

"You, from now on will be the vice president in charge of personnel affairs of the group. Today, all the people who stopped the young master have been opened to me. Also, everyone in the group will give it to me. It's on, it's all on." Duan Pengfei suppressed the anger in his heart, turned and said to the short-haired beauty.

The short-haired beauty stood there blankly, as if silly.

Happiness came too violently, and the short-haired beauty felt like a dream. A three-day receptionist after joining the company, she became the vice president of the group because of a word from that person.

"Also, about the young master, if you dare to say a word, you will die for me!" After Duan Pengfei finished speaking, he took Lu Kuan and walked upstairs.

The return of the young master has repeatedly failed, and they must work out a good solution together, otherwise, they cannot bear the anger of the master.

At this moment, Ye Feng hummed a small song while driving, as long as his wife can understand him, everything is a sunny day!

Suddenly, the body shook, and Ye Feng slammed the brakes to death, and the car stopped.

It's really people doing it in the car, and disaster comes from heaven.

Ye Feng often drove, glanced at the scene of the accident, he knew it in his heart, and the other party was solely responsible.

However, the opponent's BMW was much more damaged than his own Santana.

Ye Feng could not help but murmured as Lu Kuan had spent millions of refitted cars.

A fat man kicked open the deformed car door, looked at his BMW distressedly, and angrily grabbed Ye Feng's collar, "Cao Nima, how did you drive? Pay for my car."

Ye Feng smiled and said, man, it seems you are solely responsible.

"Well, I'm in a good mood today. How about repairing the cars separately?" Then Ye Feng said to the fat man.

The fat man hesitated. He knew in his heart that not only he was solely responsible, but also drunk driving. Once the police dealt with it, he would not have any good results.

Suddenly, the fat man's arrogance disappeared.

"Ye Feng, you turned out to be a wasteful person." A familiar voice came from behind Fatty.

Ye Feng looked up and saw that Yurou's cousin Ma Yumei turned out to be speaking.

A typical snob, changing men is more diligent than changing clothes.

Seeing her a few days ago, she was still in the arms of an old man, and now she is a fat man.

Ma Yumei stepped forward and took the fat man's arm. "Husband, he is a driver who eats soft food. If he dares to call the police, I will call my aunt and let him kneel for three days."

The aunt she was talking about was Ye Feng's mother-in-law.

When the fat man saw that Ye Feng didn't say a word, his heart was very happy.

"Ye Feng, I tell you, you must repair my husband's car, otherwise, you will kneel down and kowtow to my husband until my husband is satisfied." Chen Yurou pointed at Ye Feng's nose and said disdainfully.

Ye Feng curled his lips, "Your full responsibility, I haven't asked you to repair the car."

Ma Yumei cast her eyes at Santana, her eyes rolled, she also knew that the fat man was solely responsible, if he bumped into someone, she would probably have to accompany him with a lot of money, but since the other party is such a waste, she will take him. Anyway, he has no abilities.

Ye Feng drove a broken Santana, and the fat man drove a BMW. If he exchanged car repairs, the fat man made money, and Ye Feng could not afford the money for repairing the BMW.

"Okay, husband, you repair him this broken car and let him repair the BMW. If he doesn't agree, I will ask my aunt to kick him out of the house."

"Boy, it's enough to give you face. The money is enough to repair your broken car." The fat man took out two hundred dollars from his bag and threw it on Ye Feng's face as the money fell to the ground.

A gust of wind blew away and the money was blown away, and Ye Feng didn't even look at it.

"It's okay if you don't want to repair the car, just give Lao Tzu a hundred heads."

Ye Feng touched the place where the money had been thrown on his face, his eyes became cold, "Are you sure you want to repair each other's cars?"

The fat man's nostrils turned into the sky, and he greeted him impatiently.

Ye Feng nodded, "Can you still drive your car? Go to the car repair shop!"

Half an hour later, two damaged vehicles drove into the highest-end repair shop in Tianhai.

Lu Kuan received Ye Feng's call and had already waited there in advance. After Ye Feng briefly explained the matter to Lu Kuan, he turned around and left.

Ma Yumei quit, holding Ye Feng tightly, and Ye Feng had no choice but to stay.

Looking at the road width in ordinary dress, Ma Yumei cast her lips down. It is really like people gather together. They are all poor. For a while, how can they beg for mercy if they can't repair the car.

"Fuck, this. MD, hurry up and call the boss." The employee who hadn't kept Santana quietly opened the front cover and was shocked.