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Chapter 2517 Whose phone number!

"No, don't hit me. I am a direct descendant of the Zhang family. If you hurt me, our Zhang family will not let you go. Please let me go."

Zhang Yuanhua said to Ye Rongyao in horror.

This poor man who came out of some mountain, dared to beat him.

But it’s just such a guy who came out of a mountain. I don’t know what the Zhang family in Beijing means. He may really betray himself.

A hero does not suffer the loss in front of him and is temporarily holding back. As long as he does not leave the capital, he has the means to deal with him.

"Zhang Family, if it weren't for Zhang Wansan's sake, you wouldn't have been slapped a few times."

Ye Rongyao said coldly.

When this family grows up, there will always be some playboys. Zhang Yuanhua in front of him is a playboy.

Perhaps in a few hundred years, such a playboy will appear in my family, but by that time I had passed away and couldn't control it.

It seems that I must leave some background in my back, otherwise I will really offend someone I can't offend one day. Perhaps some people are jealous of the family business they have left for their descendants and attack their descendants. They don't have so many means to do so, and it will be a disaster if they don't do it well.

"You... do you know my third uncle?"

Zhang Yuanhua looked at Ye Rongyao unexpectedly, not understanding the boy who came out of nowhere in front of him, and even the Zhang family didn't know how could he know his third uncle?

You should know that the status of the Third Uncle in the Zhang family is second only to the elders of the head of the family. He is the God of Wealth in the family. The property that makes money in the family is managed by the Third Uncle.

It can be said that Uncle San is the most profitable person in the Zhang family and the richest person. In this era when anyone who has money is capable, in the eyes of young people in the Zhang family, Uncle San is the most capable person.

Most of the family children like Zhang Yuanhua who are not suitable for working hard in politics will be arranged to work in the companies where Uncle San is responsible.

The Xinyuan Film and Television Company where Zhang Yuanhua is now located is one of the branches of Uncle San. Zhang Yuanhua was arranged by Uncle San to be the general manager of this film and television company. In fact, he is the intern general manager. The specific management is not the one that Zhang Yuanhua is responsible for at all.

A big family has its own specifications. If Zhang Yuanhua cannot pass the assessment, even if he is a direct descendant Ye, he will never become a senior manager of the company. The final result may be that the family will arrange a job for him at will, and each person will receive a fixed monthly salary and live a better life than ordinary people.

"Zhang Wansan wants to call me brother, do you think I know him?"

Ye Rongyao smiled.

"My third uncle called you brother? You are not crazy about your brain!"

Zhang Yuanhua simply didn't believe that his third uncle would call him the poor "brother" who came out of unknown valley.

Let’s not talk about the identity and status of my third uncle. This kid is about the same age as me, and I am the same age as my third uncle. How could my third uncle call him “Brother”?

Ye Rongyao ignored Zhang Yuanhua's suspicion and took out his cell phone and called Zhang Wansan directly.

...

In the senior conference room of Changyang Group in the Magic City, Zhang Wansan is hosting the senior conference of the group company. Because the meeting is very important, everyone's mobile phones must be muted. During the meeting, everyone cannot answer the mobile phones. This regulation is determined by Zhang Wansan.

"I have seen the plan to acquire Hualong Machinery Factory. I think this acquisition plan is simply a joke. Looking at these data, it's too fake. Is this fooling me or you..."

“Buzz buzz…”

Suddenly, the vibration of the phone interrupted Zhang Wansan's words, and Zhang Wansan's face suddenly turned dark.

"Whose phone number!"

Zhang Wansan said in a bad tone.

Seeing the acquisition plan of Hualong Machinery Factory, Zhang Wansan was so angry that the phone interrupted what he wanted to say. No matter who it was, he had to be prepared to accept his anger.

"Dong...Chairman, it's...it's your phone!"

A vice president pointed at Zhang Wansan's cell phone on the table with trembling fear and said to him.

Chairman Zhang has a bad temper. Fortunately, it wasn't his own phone that vibrated his words, otherwise everyone would be in trouble.

However, the person who called him at this time was probably going to be unlucky, and this was going to be bad!

At this time, Zhang Wansan also found that his phone was ringing. He picked up the phone with a gloomy face. However, when he saw the phone displayed, Zhang Wansan's face changed suddenly, with a smile on his face. The Sichuan opera's face was not so fast!

"Brother Ye, why do you use time to call my little brother?"

Zhang Wansan said with a smile.

"This is the phone call. It can actually change Mr. Zhang's face so much. Judging from Mr. Zhang's appearance, he has a close relationship with Mr. Zhang."

"It must be a big man who is similar to Mr. Zhang!"

"I guess so!"

A group of executives in the conference room whispered and whispered.

"There must be something. I met your Zhang family juniors today."

Ye Rongyao said on the phone.

Hearing this, Zhang Wansan frowned and said, "Our Zhang family junior? Did he mess with you?"

It seems that some unsightly Zhang family member must have offended Brother Ye, otherwise Brother Ye would not have called himself for no reason.

Suddenly, Zhang Wansan was a little nervous.

Although this elder brother Ye is becoming more and more low-key, his influence is becoming more and more powerful, and a single word of his can affect the rise and fall of the Zhang family.

"It's nothing. I just pester Qingqing and asked her to join the Xinyuan Film and Television Company. I also called me poor. To be honest, this is the first time I've been scolded as poor. Wan San, do you think I'm poor?"

Ye Rongyao said with some quips.

"Brother Ye, what are you kidding? If you are poor, there will be no rich people in this world."

Zhang Wansan said hurriedly.

Although Zhang Wansan didn't know how much money Ye Rongyao had, there are now hundreds of billions of funds in the accounts of the "Qingyao Charity Foundation". Zhang Wansan knew that this was completely the personal foundation of Ye Rongyao and his wife, and all this money could be regarded as the private property of his husband and his wife.

What's more, Ye Rongyao has many income channels. Not to mention anything else, his income has reached several hundred million in recent years.

If Ye Rongyao was poor, it could be said that there were no rich people in the world.

"Wan San, I'll forget about your sake this time, I won't be so polite next time."

Ye Rongyao said.

This time, for Zhang Wansan's sake, I handed over this matter to the Zhang family to handle, otherwise Ye Rongyao would have done it himself to destroy Zhang Yuanhua.
Chapter completed!
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