Six years of family affection has been wasted. Don't regret it if you dare.

The old man was buried in the tomb, and the old man was buried in the tomb.

In Tingyunxuan, Wushan Villa, Long Bazhi finally saw Ye Mo's information, but no matter how he looked at this kid named Ye Mo, there was nothing special about him, and he had never left Shangjing City, let alone Chuzhou. As for the fact that he was the biological son of the Ye family, Long Bazhi simply ignored it. Although the Ye family was ranked among the top three wealthy families in Shangjing City, it was not at the same level as the Gu family and the Long family.

This is like the emperor and the prime minister. Even if the prime minister is below one person and above ten thousand people, this one person will decide your life and death, so strength is not the difference between numbers.

Thinking of this, Long Bazhi decided to meet Ye Mo. After all, this matter was related to Lin Wanqing's affairs. Long Bazhi dared not be vague. This was something that Grandpa Long personally told him to do. If he messed up, Long Bazhi knew the consequences. What life-saving grace was fucking bullshit. It was nothing more than his own value.

Think about the ancient emperors who accompanied the emperor to conquer the world. How many of them could leave a complete body? They were just using each other.

"Uncle Cheng, call Lao Wu and Lao Liu to go out with me."

"I know, master." Then Cheng Bo went out to make arrangements. Instead of entangled in what was going on, it would be better to meet in person. Some things Long Bazhi didn't want to happen. After all, his wealth and glory were given by the Long family.

"Where is the distinguished guest you mentioned, Ye Mo? Not to mention people in the morning, there is not even a dog?" Listening to Leng Feng's complaints, Ye Mo laughed.

"Don't worry, it should be here soon." Just as Ye Mo was talking, an extended version of Rolls-Royce slowly drove in, followed by a BMW business car.

"Rolls-Royce A88888, isn't this the Eighth Master's car? The distinguished guest Ye Mo is talking about must be Long Bazhi."

The Rolls-Royce slowly stopped in front of the gate, Cheng Bo got out from the co-pilot, straightened his clothes first, and then carefully opened the door, then Long Bazhi, the king of the underground city of Shangjing, slowly got out, and then the master and servant walked in one after the other.

"Please forgive me for the intrusion of visiting, young friend Ye Mo?" Long Bazhi, who was over 60 years old, had a loud voice, dressed in a Tang suit, a pair of thousand-layer soles on his feet, and a peach wood cane in his hand, just like a big boss in the Republic of China.

"Master Ba is here, please forgive me for not welcoming you." Leng Feng completely understood Ye Mo. This guy said different things to different people, but he was not sure about what he said. However, Leng Feng didn't care about that.

Because Leng Feng cared about the bulging Long Bazhi on his temple. No wonder Long Bazhi was able to rescue Old Master Long from the thieves' den in northern Myanmar. He was actually a martial arts master, and his horizontal training skills were not inferior to his own. I just don't know how far he has practiced.

"Okay, okay." The old man and the young man sat on the chairs one after another. At this time, Cheng Bo took the fruit basket from the fifth and sixth brothers and carefully placed it on the table.

"A small gift is not a respect." I didn't expect that the underground leader who shocked the entire Shangjing City would have such a polite side.

"Thank you for the expense, Mr. Ba." Ye Mo was still calm and composed, neither fawning nor arrogant. Long Bazhi knew at a glance that the young man in front of him was not simple. Even the boss of Shangjing City Group and the political dignitaries were not so calm in front of him. It seemed that he had come to the right place.

Originally, Long Bazhi wanted to leave this matter to Lao Wu and others, but he was somewhat uneasy in his heart, so he visited them himself.

"Oh, by the way, I wonder if you are satisfied with Biaozi's performance yesterday?" The old fox is worthy of being an old fox. He wanted to buy it right away, but Ye Mo smiled directly without pretending.

"Thanks to Mr. Ba's help, otherwise I really couldn't do this small business."

"Oh, brother Ye Mo, what business are you doing?" This time, Long Bazhi was surprised. The intelligence did not mention what business Ye Mo was going to do.

"Nothing, just selling some water and making a little money." Then he pointed to the mountain spring water piled up on the side.

"So, brother Ye Mo is selling water. It just so happens that my Tingyunxuan is short of water these two days. Uncle Cheng asked a few people to come over and buy a hundred buckets."

"Fuck, fuck." Leng Feng was completely surprised. Ye Mo didn't lie to him. Someone really bought water, and it was Master Long Ba.

"Thank you, Master Ba." Then he said to Leng Feng: "Brother Feng, please help me later. Oh, don't be too expensive. Just give me a hundred yuan for a bucket."

This sentence almost scared Uncle Cheng, who was about to go out to call people. It's not more than a hundred yuan, but this is water. A bucket of water, put in

It was only a dozen yuan before, and only thirty or forty yuan in the past two days. This kid is an absolute profiteer.

Cheng Bo instinctively stopped and looked at Long Bazhi with questioning eyes.

The muscles on Long Bazhi's face trembled, but after a moment he smiled and said to Cheng Bo: "Just do as Brother Ye Mo said."

"Eighth Master is straightforward." Ye Mo laughed a few times.

"That little brother, can you accompany the old man for a stroll." Ye Mo certainly knew what Long Bazhi meant by saying this. Some things can't be said in front of people.

"Okay." Then he said to Leng Feng: "Brother Feng, I'll leave it to you. By the way, give me one more bucket later. I'll give it to Eighth Master."

Long Bazhi was so angry when he heard it that he really wanted to slap Ye Mo to death, but he couldn't, because of Lin Wanqing, Long Bazhi could only bear it.

The two slowly walked towards a pavilion. After a few minutes, they sat down separately. Long Bazhi first looked at Ye Mo.

"Little brother, there is no one here. I will say whatever I want to say." Long Bazhi did not waste words. After all, greetings are for outsiders to see. To solve the problem, you have to fight with real swords and guns.

"Eighth Master, you want to ask about Lin Wanqing, right?" When he heard Lin Wanqing's name coming out of Ye Mo's mouth, a trace of viciousness flashed in Long Bazhi's eyes.

"Don't be so nervous. I said yesterday that if you help me solve Dong Biao's problem, I will pretend that I know nothing."

Seeing Ye Mo talking about things slowly, but hearing Long Bazhi's ears, he heard a full of threats. Long Bazhi's eyes slowly narrowed, looking at Ye Mo like a ferocious beast.

"Little brother, can I understand it this way? Whenever you encounter trouble in the future, you will think of this matter?"

As expected, he is an old man, an old fox. In fact, Ye Mo also has such a plan, but Ye Mo does not want to provoke this old madman.

"Eighth Master, you think too much. I am a small person, how can there be so many troubles."

"It's not that I think too much, it's better to make it clear. After all, I am old and can't stand the tossing."

"So, Eighth Master, do you want me to make a promise, or do you want me to disappear completely?" Suddenly, Ye Mo's aura changed. In an instant, Eighth Master Long felt that Ye Mo was like a different person, a strong man who had experienced the vicissitudes of the world. Even Old Master Long would be three points weaker in this aura.

What on earth did this kid go through to cultivate such a domineering and fearless aura.

"I don't believe in promises, and disappearance is even more impossible. I came here just to be curious about how much you know?" Eighth Master Long was obviously an old man. When he didn't know how much Ye Mo knew, he didn't dare to act rashly.

Ye Mo did not answer immediately, but smiled faintly and said to Long Baye: "I not only know Lin Wanqing, but also know that Lin Zhizhi is your daughter."

Long Baye, who had been looking normal, stood up and said to Ye Mo: "Who are you?"

"Why are you in such a hurry, Baye? Didn't you ask me how much I know? I will tell you some of what I know. As for the rest, I can't remember it for the time being, but maybe I will remember it someday."

As the underground leader of Shangjing City, Long Baye felt a headache at this time. He didn't expect that a young boy would be so difficult to deal with. Moreover, he had been on the edge of a knife for most of his life. Even when he had two fingers cut off in northern Myanmar, he was not as embarrassed as he is now, nor as weak as he is now.

"Tell me, what do you want?" Long Bazhi completely lost his toughness just now.

"Don't, Mr. Ba, you act like I'm bullying you. I'm just a high school student. I don't have any skills. I just want to live safely with my friends. As for your private life, Mr. Ba, I'm not interested in disturbing you."

"Is that all you ask for?" This time it was Long Bazhi's turn to be unbelieving.

"Mr. Ba, I believe you have investigated me when you came. If it weren't for Brother Biao coming to my place to make trouble yesterday, I really didn't want to alarm you, Mr. Ba."

"But I can't help it. As I said just now, I'm just a high school student. I can't beat Brother Biao in terms of ruthlessness or background, so I provoked you, Mr. Ba."

"And I also know that once this matter is made clear, you, Mr. Ba, will be more troublesome than Brother Biao, but you, Mr. Ba, are a smart man, so I can only choose to deal with smart people."

Mr. Ba didn't say anything, but just nodded lightly. Dong Biao did not remember the consequences of his actions, and he was a reckless man who did things without remembering the consequences.

"Don't worry, Master Ba, I won't disturb your life. As for whether I will ask Master Ba for help in the future?"

Long Bazhi's originally relaxed spirit immediately tensed up again.

"I said no, do you believe me?" Ye Mo asked immediately.

Long Bazhi didn't say anything, but just shook his head slightly.

"So I said, I will use it, but that is cooperation, not blackmail." Ye Mo said very confidently.

"Cooperation, little brother, it's not that I don't trust you, I'm afraid you don't have the strength, even if you have the Ye family as a support." This is not Long Bazhi's arrogance. The Ye family only has tens of billions of assets, and most of them are placed in the stock market, which can't be converted into cash at all. Long Bazhi is working on cash flow. Although it is only about tens of billions, it is cash flow, which is not at the same level as the assets of the Ye family.

"The Ye family, within three years, there will be no Ye family in Shangjing City." Hearing Ye Mo's suffocating tone of indifference, Long Bazhi was very surprised, but then he was relieved. Sure enough, what the intelligence said was true.

"Don't worry, Master Ba. I'm not a good person, but I'm not a mean person either. I'll forget your business if I say so. As for cooperation, you'll know if I'm qualified in a month. Don't worry, I'll make money."

"Okay, then I'll borrow your good words, little brother." Although Long Bazhi had too many questions and was unwilling, at least he was safe now, and Ye Mo in front of him was far more mysterious than he imagined, and he was a smart man. It was not tiring to deal with such a person, so Long Bazhi could only take it one step at a time.

After walking back to the warehouse, Master Long Ba patted Ye Mo's shoulder gently, "I'll be waiting for you at Tingyunxuan in a month." After saying that, he waved his hand and got on the Rolls-Royce.

Just as the Rolls-Royce was about to leave, Cheng Bo hurried down, handed Ye Mo a business card, and said, "Eighth Master said that if you encounter any trouble in Shangjing in the future, just call this number and say that you are Eighth Master's little brother?"

Ye Mo didn't expect that Long Bazhi had such a trick. Although it was not strange, it was very useful. The title of Eighth Master's little brother was enough for Ye Mo to walk sideways in Shangjing City.

"Cheng Bo thanked Eighth Master for taking me. By the way, remember to ask Eighth Master to bring more people to the cocktail party three days later, and it would be best to bring Long Wu."

Cheng Bo showed a look of surprise on his face, but he quickly calmed down, nodded, and got on the Rolls-Royce.

Watching the Rolls-Royce gradually go away, Ye Mo turned back to the warehouse and saw Leng Feng staring at a check in a daze.