As soon as Ye Nanfeng walked out of the bank, he received a strange call.

"Hello, Mr. Ye, I am Xiao Wu. Are you free now?"

A heavy voice came from the phone, with a respectful tone.

Ye Nanfeng was not surprised that the Zhao family could find his mobile phone number. He looked at the time and it was still early, so he said, "I have time, is there anything wrong?"

"My old man wants to see you. Is it convenient for you now?

I'll drive over to carry you."

Xiaowu said.

"I won't bother you anymore. Tell me the address and I'll drive here myself."

Then Xiao Wu reported an address, and Ye Nanfeng drove the BMW 5 Series to go.

The Zhao Family Courtyard is located in the suburbs of Chengjiang City. Although it is a suburb, it has convenient transportation nearby, complete public facilities, and even entertainment, sports and other places. It is rumored that some leaders who come to Chengjiang City will stay in the Zhao Family Courtyard for a day or two.

As soon as the car arrived at the gate of the Zhao family courtyard, two strong men in formal clothes stood at the door. Ye Nanfeng was about to get off the car when he saw Xiaowu saying a few words to the two. Then, under Xiaowu's guidance, Ye Nanfeng entered the courtyard.

After getting off the bus, Ye Nanfeng, led by Xiao Wu, walked through a long corridor and came to a hall in the courtyard.

In the hall, Mr. Zhao was wearing a white Tai Chi practice shirt and practicing calligraphy with a brush while Zhao Xinxin was grinding ink for the old man next to him.

There were also two middle-aged men sitting on chairs beside them, with their faces similar to Mr. Zhao.

"This should be Mr. Zhao's son."

Ye Nanfeng thought to himself.

Ye Nanfeng sent someone to investigate the Zhao family and knew that Mr. Zhao had two sons under his knees. The eldest son Zhao Zhicheng was the chairman of the Zhao family group. He was identified as the next head of the Zhao family and his younger son Zhao Zhijie. He had a very high voice in the circle of Gongzi in Chengjiang City. He was unruly and unruly. He was still in his thirties.

Ye Nanfeng walked aside and saw Mr. Zhao writing like a god, and the dragon and phoenix danced with sixteen words: If you are poor, you will be able to protect yourself; if you are prosperous, you will be able to help the world.

The pen is vigorous and penetrates the back of the paper. This character is faintly filled with energy.

The sixteen words represent Mr. Zhao's open-mindedness. Although it is not ambition for the country and the people, as long as he has the ability, he will do things within his ability for the people. Because of this, Zhao Yiming has a very high reputation in Chengjiang City. Both ordinary people and high-ranking officials and nobles are respectful to him.

"Little brother, you are here."

Mr. Zhao looked at Ye Nanfeng, his face flushed and full of energy. It was obvious that most of the injuries he suffered from the car accident had healed.

"Hello, old man."

Ye Nanfeng bowed slightly and said, "Old Master Zhao is well-known to everyone and deserves his respect."

Mr. Zhao took the towel handed over by Zhao Xinxin and wiped his forehead sweat. He said, "I'm so old. I'll sweat a lot if I write a few words. I guess I can't even put up a pen in a few years."

"Old man, you are still strong. Even if you have ten or eight years, your writing skills will still be strong."

Ye Nanfeng smiled faintly.

He is not flattering. Although Mr. Zhao is thin, his breath is heavy and stable, and he has a momentum in every move. You can tell at a glance that he practiced martial arts when he was young, and he was strong and strong. Even though he was old, his physical functions were still sound.

"Dad, you see that the miracle doctor said so. I said you have lived for a hundred years, and you still don't believe me."

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut and wearing casual clothes smiled, "You like to write. I'll send you some high-end rice paper in a few days and write enough for you."

Ye Nanfeng heard this and looked at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man looked lazy. This should be Zhao Zhijie, while the other middle-aged man was wearing a black suit. Zhao Zhicheng.

Mr. Zhao waved his hand and said, "No, don't think I don't know where those things come from."

After saying that, Mr. Zhao suddenly bowed to Ye Nanfeng, "I thank my little brother for saving my life. Please give me a bow."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present changed their faces.

Who is Zhao Yiming? Chengjiang has the best reputation. Even a provincial-level big shot must respect him when he sees him.

Have you ever seen him worship others? "Old man, you are ruining the younger generation now, get up quickly."

Ye Nanfeng hurriedly supported Mr. Zhao, but he could not bear this prayer.

"I am grateful to you for saving my life."

Mr. Zhao was still ready to bow down, but Ye Nanfeng supported him and could not bend down no matter how hard he tried.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhijie was lazy and swept away, his face turned gloomy, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes flashed.

Zhao Zhicheng's face was calm, making people unable to guess what he was thinking at this time.

"Old man, get up quickly."

The old man was so persistent that Ye Nanfeng did not dare to let go, and his forehead was slightly sweating. He could only signal Zhao Xinxin with his eyes and asked her to persuade her grandfather.

"Grandpa, since your benefactor asks you to get up, don't let him make things difficult for him."

Zhao Xinxin wore a high ponytail and was wearing a training suit. She didn't wear a tight leather jacket, but she still looked heroic and cool when walking.

"You have just finished practicing the word, sit down and rest quickly."

Zhao Xinxin helped Mr. Zhao sit on the chair, and then ordered the servants to bring tea.

"Benefactor, please sit down."

Zhao Xinxin said.

Ye Nanfeng nodded and said, "Just call me Ye Nanfeng."

Just as Ye Nanfeng was about to sit down, Zhao Zhijie said leisurely.

"Doctor Ye, I heard that you have good martial arts skills. You knocked Zhao Yangtian away with one move and twisted his hand into a trick."

Zhao Zhijie has a very serious pronunciation of the word "miracle doctor". While speaking, he stood up and gestured with his hands. He looked a little funny.

Anyone could hear the sarcasm in the words, which was obviously mocking Ye Nanfeng for pretending to be a god.

When Mr. Zhao heard this, he felt anger on his face and said unhappily, "Zhao Zhijie, Mr. Ye is my benefactor and a guest of the Zhao family. Is there anyone who treats the guests like this?"

"Dad, I didn't say anything?"

Zhao Zhijie restrained a little, with respect on his face and said, "I admire the martial arts practitioners from the bottom of my heart, just to see Mr. Ye's kung fu."

Zhao Zhijie said beautifully, but his only purpose was to teach Ye Nanfeng a lesson.

He found out about Ye Nanfeng's information clearly yesterday that he was a son-in-law.

He actually asked the old man to pay so much attention to it and wanted to give a big gift to show his gratitude. He said where his face of the Zhao family was.

On the other hand, Zhao Yangtian is Zhao Zhijie's man, and Ye Nanfeng's beating him is equivalent to slapping him in the face. Zhao Zhijie, who is extremely proud of his face, will not let him go just because Ye Nanfeng is the benefactor of the old man.

The venue must be found! "Mr. Zhao, I just know the skills of a three-legged cat, and it is difficult to reach the elegance."

Ye Nanfeng didn't sit down, and smiled slightly and said.
Chapter completed!