Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 444 - 444 440 Wei Ziling Seeks Help

444: Chapter 440 Wei Ziling Seeks Help 444: Chapter 440 Wei Ziling Seeks Help After talking with Nie Yuling for a while, Ye Fan called for Lu Chengqiang to come in.

Once Lu Chengqiang sat down on another sofa, Ye Fan said, “Chengqiang, I suppose you know about Yuling’s identity.”

“Yep, I know.

Sister-in-law is the boss of the Green Wood Gang,” Lu Chengqiang laughed.

“Ye Fan, you’re truly impressive.

Not only is sister-in-law as beautiful as a goddess, but she’s also formidable.”

Ye Fan smiled faintly, “Cut the flattery.”

Lu Chengqiang grinned.

“How has your bar been since it opened?

No disturbances?” Ye Fan asked casually.

Lu Chengqiang laughed, “None.

Everything has been smooth.”

“Of course,” Ye Fan replied.

“That’s because the Green Wood Gang has been protecting you.”

“Hehe, thank you, sister-in-law.” Lu Chengqiang immediately turned to Nie Yuling, raised a glass of red wine, and said, “Sister-in-law, I toast to you, thank you for your care during this period.”

Nie Yuling raised her glass of red wine, smiling, “You’re welcome, we’re all family.”

Then their glasses lightly clinked together.

Lu Chengqiang tilted his head back and downed the glass of wine; Nie Yuling drank a third of hers.

At that moment, Ye Fan said, “However, the Green Wood Gang has been under a lot of pressure lately.

Help Yuling out whenever you have time.”

“Yes, Brother Ye!” Lu Chengqiang immediately responded loudly.

Nie Yuling thanked Lu Chengqiang timely.

Ye Fan nodded slightly and said, “You two exchange contact information.

Sit together tomorrow to discuss business cooperation details.

I won’t get involved specifically.”

“Sure,” Nie Yuling and Lu Chengqiang said at the same time.

Then, they exchanged business cards.

Around half-past ten, Ye Fan and Nie Yuling left Heroic Bar together.

“Brother Fan, let’s go to my place.

I don’t like hotels much.” As they walked to the parking lot, Nie Yuling clung to Ye Fan’s arm, nestling against his tall frame.

“Alright,” Ye Fan agreed.

The next day, Thursday, Ye Fan was having a headache thinking about the birthday gift for Grandpa Ye; he had racked his brains for almost a week and still had no clue.

Tomorrow was the time agreed with Li Zhaojun to discuss the birthday gift plan.

It’s his own grandfather’s birthday; he couldn’t let Li Zhaojun prepare gifts alone while he couldn’t even think of one.

“Should I visit an antique market?” Ye Fan thought to himself.

“No, I’m a complete layman; I’d get cheated without even knowing.”

He pondered and suddenly thought of someone.

“Yes, I’ll ask her.” Ye Fan thought to himself.

“She handles so many high-end auctions.

Among them, there are many antiques.

She’s experienced and knowledgeable and might have some good suggestions.”

Thinking of this, Ye Fan immediately took out his cell phone, found Dongfang Yunqi’s private number, and dialed it.

Soon, the call connected, and Dongfang Yunqi’s elegant and pleasant laughter came through the phone, “Hehe, Ye Fan.”

“Hehe, Miss Yunqi, how have you been?” Ye Fan asked with a smile.

Dongfang Yunqi smiled, “I’m doing okay.

What about you?”

“Uh, so-so.

Just dealing with a bit of a vexing issue these days,” Ye Fan said.

“When are you free?

I’d like to take you out for a meal and seek some advice.”

“Sure.

How about tonight?” Dongfang Yunqi immediately responded.

Ye Fan couldn’t help but laugh, “Thank you.”

After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan continued to browse antique information websites.

He didn’t expect to buy antiques online but utilized this information for inspiration.

Li Zhaojun was right, the birthday gift for Elder Ye must be carefully prepared this year.

Previous gifts were relatively simple, but now that he had settled down and established a career, it was time to take it seriously.

Unlike Li Elder who had completely withdrawn and distanced himself from the political center of the country, Elder Ye still remained a dominant presence in the capital, exerting supreme authority within the Ye family.

Elder Ye’s attitude determined the resources many descendants received, which in turn affected their destinies.

Ye Fan wasn’t the only direct descendant in the third generation of the Ye family; there were several others.

Even within the Ye family, resources could not satisfy most people; some had abundant resources, while others lacked, all dependent on individual ability and performance.

Around eleven o’clock, Ye Fan suddenly received a call from Wei Ziling.

“Ziling, what’s the matter?” Ye Fan asked.

Over the phone, Wei Ziling hesitated before speaking, “Mr.

Ye, I need to ask you for a favor.”

“Why do you say you need to ask?

Just tell me what it is, and I’ll help as much as I can,” Ye Fan replied.

Wei Ziling immediately thanked Ye Fan multiple times before continuing, “My younger brother got into a conflict tonight and injured someone.

He’s been taken to the police station.

The other party wants three hundred thousand to settle privately, or else they will press to have my brother jailed.”

“My brother is usually very sensible.

It was the other person who provoked and framed him,” Wei Ziling hastily added.

Ye Fan asked, “Was the injury serious?”

“Actually, the other person wasn’t hurt badly, just some soft tissue damage,” Wei Ziling explained.

“But the parents of the other person are wealthy and are threatening to have my brother locked up for a long time by hiring a lawyer.”

“Lending you the money is not a problem.

However, your family shouldn’t have to pay such an unjust sum.

Are you at the police station now?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll come over and take a look,” Ye Fan replied.

“I know some people at the police station.

It will take me about half an hour.”

Wei Ziling immediately expressed her gratitude, “Thank you, Mr.

Ye!”

After ending the call, Ye Fan drove from the Emali Group to the police station.

Half an hour later, Ye Fan arrived at the police station where Wei Ziling waited anxiously outside the main entrance.

She approached Ye Fan’s car as she saw it.

Finding a parking spot outside the main entrance, Ye Fan got out of his car.

“Mr.

Ye,” Wei Ziling said expectantly.

Ye Fan nodded in acknowledgment and walked toward the entrance of the police station, “Let’s go, I want to see what exactly is going on.”

Inside the police station, guided by Wei Ziling, Ye Fan walked to a side hall where a plainly dressed middle-aged couple were desperately pleading with a glamorous, haughty-looking couple.

“Mom, Dad,” Wei Ziling called out to the plainly dressed couple.

The couple paused their pleading and walked towards Wei Ziling and Ye Fan.

“Ling’er, they still won’t reduce the amount, and they aren’t willing to extend the payment deadline,” Wei Ziling’s mother sighed almost to the point of tears.

Wei Ziling’s father looked at Ye Fan and asked, “Ling’er, who is this?”

“Mom, Dad, this is my boss, Mr.

Ye Fan,” Wei Ziling introduced.

“Mr.

Ye, these are my parents.”

“Uncle, Auntie, hello,” Ye Fan greeted.

Wei Ziling’s parents politely responded, “Mr.

Ye, hello.”

However, skepticism arose on their faces.

From what they’d heard from their daughter, her boss was very wealthy, staying in a presidential suite at a five-star hotel, her work was simple—cooking two pots of soup a day—yet she was paid ten thousand yuan a month with bonuses at the end of the month.

Yet, the tall young man before them didn’t look like a wealthy person at all, indistinguishable from an ordinary citizen.