The Dragon from Hell

From Zeng Lao's tone, Qin Feng could easily tell that he really valued himself.

To be precise, the ring in his hand valued its owner very much, and it seemed to regard himself as the descendant of the ring owner.

Qin Feng wanted to explain, but he heard the name of "Panlong Temple" from Zeng Lao as soon as he arrived.

He was in turmoil, but on the surface he remained calm: "I have heard a little bit about it."

Seeing that he had heard it, Zeng Lao nodded: "It seems that Lao Qin has told you, so I won't say any more nonsense."

As he said this, he put his arm around Qin Feng's shoulders and smiled heartily: "You are here today, finally!"

"Come on, go in, I will introduce you to the two distinguished guests!"

The old man seemed to really regard him as the descendant of an old friend. When he took him in his arms and strode in, he was like a relative and elder who had not seen him for many years, leaving Qin Feng with a very cordial feeling.

Zeng Lao's villa on the hillside was built very carefully. The main building is a four-story small building, which was built in the style of Jiangnan blue tiles and white walls.

The mountain spring was attracted to flow around the house, and crisp copper bells were hung on every corner.

The mountain breeze blew, crisp and pleasant, quite enjoyable.

On the way up the mountain, I also saw houses specially provided for servants and bodyguards, which were also in the same architectural style.

Qin Feng was a little emotional. It was also a kind of enjoyment to work in such a place?

Less hustle and bustle of the city, more tranquility of the mountains.

As soon as I entered the door, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

The decoration of the living room is also very elegant. Unexpectedly, there is a huge one-way panoramic glass behind the living room, and a whole glass wall is built.

Through the glass wall, you can see the scenery outside that combines artificial and natural, a mountain waterfall pouring down, falling into the gurgling water brought in by artificial means.

Quite romantic.

The mahogany tea table was placed next to the glass wall, with sofas and rocking chairs.

At this time, three figures were standing in front of the glass wall, seemingly enjoying the view, and the servants of the Zeng family were waiting for instructions not far away.

As soon as he entered the door, Qin Feng's first glance fell on the middle-aged man on the left.

The man was wearing a very sophisticated suit and holding a cup of tea in his hand.

His hair was meticulously groomed and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

Just looking at his appearance, the first word that Qin Feng thought of was "elegant".

But he could also see at a glance that this person had some skills and was a master.

The aura revealed between him and the old man was different. Both of them were masters, but the old man looked much more sinister, while the middle-aged man was calm and masculine.

Then, he noticed the young man standing next to the middle-aged man.

The young man looked about the same age as him, and he was handsome, but Qin Feng felt that he was like the children of aristocratic families like Zeng Keyi and Nangong Shan, with his chin always held high and full of superiority.

As for the last one, she was a charming woman, who should be the young man's female companion, who came with him as a vase.

"You two, I've been waiting for a long time."

As soon as Zeng Lao entered the door, he clasped his fists towards the two of them: "I was delayed by some personal matters. Are you impatient?"

The three of them turned around together and their eyes fell on Qin Feng at the same time.

The beautiful woman took a quick look at Qin Feng's clothes and then looked away.

There was no bright spot on his body, and his clothes were of unknown brands. Treasures.

There was no place for such a person to make friends with.

The young man had similar ideas to her, and the look he gave Qin Feng was not even contemptuous, so he ignored him directly.

The middle-aged man was quite friendly and said with a smile: "Mr. Zeng, what are you talking about? We are here to bother you suddenly."

The man said this very nicely. In fact, they did not come here rashly.

Besides, as a young man, what would it matter if he came here rashly?

If he really wanted to use his status to oppress others, Zeng Hanjiang would have to kneel down and greet him respectfully even if he was called the God of Wealth in Sichuan.

However, considering that he had followed the old master for decades and was already old, he was exempted from the courtesy.

But then, the middle-aged man's eyes fell on Qin Feng again: "Who is this?"

Seeing the descendants of his old friend, Mr. Zeng was very happy and let Qin Feng stand in front of the two of them: "Let me introduce you two. This is Qin Feng, a young man from an old friend of mine. He just came to Sichuan on a business trip."

"So he is the son of an old friend. Not bad, not bad."

The middle-aged man also praised him politely, although he didn't know what to say except "not bad".

The young man not only didn't bother to look at it, but even frowned impatiently: "Mr. Zeng, should we continue our business and let your relative go out and wait?"

Qin Feng's eyesHe glanced at him: He was so rude to someone like Zeng Lao, and he was related to Panlong Palace. This young man must be of great background.

Zeng Lao frowned slightly when a young junior spoke to him like this, but he still kept a smile on his face: "My junior is very close to me. His grandfather is also an old friend of the old Dragon Lord. He can hear what we want to say."

"Besides, there is no rush for this matter." Zeng Hanjiang looked at the young man meaningfully and pulled Qin Feng to his side: "Come, Xiaofeng, let me introduce you."

"You old man..."

Before the young man spoke, the young woman next to him frowned unhappily, as if she wanted to get angry.

It was the middle-aged man who looked at her with a cold light, and frightened the woman to shut up on the spot.

But he still muttered to the young man: "Young Master Yang, this old man is just a servant, how dare he do this to you..."

The young man lowered his voice and patted the back of her hand: "Don't worry, wait until I get those things, and then slowly deal with him!"

"This is Lin Huaiqiu, the chairman of Haitian Group."

It can be seen that Zeng Hanjiang really wants to introduce resources to Qin Feng.

The name Lin Huaiqiu is not unfamiliar to Qin Feng, or it can be said that the signboard of Haitian Group is too well-known.

He studied finance in college, and the status of Haitian Group in the financial industry can almost be written into the textbook level.

Haitian is not a local enterprise in Sichuan, and it has only been involved in the financial industry for nearly 30 years.

Before that, Haitian was an industrial company, and it had already achieved remarkable results in its original industry.

After entering the financial industry, Haitian has even made a name for itself internationally.

Although it is not the top of the pyramid in the domestic market, it is a well-known "chaebol" in the southwest.

It can be said that Zeng Hanjiang and Lin Huaiqiu standing in front of him are the two biggest gods of wealth in the three southwestern provinces.

If they tighten their pockets, I don’t know how many companies will go bankrupt.

Facing this person who he had heard of in class during his school days, Qin Feng responded with sincere courtesy, but he was not too excited: "Hello, Mr. Lin."

Lin Huaiqiu nodded and smiled, neither cold nor warm.

Seeing Qin Feng's calm appearance, Zeng Hanjiang took him to meet the next person, and his tone was much more cautious: "This is Yang Ziheng, the eldest son of the Yang family in Sichuan, who just came back from abroad. But I need to introduce you to another identity of Young Master Yang."

He said solemnly: "He is also the only closed disciple of the old Dragon Lord!"