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Chapter 18 The Cemetery Storm

Arrogant and domineering, and the cold air was so cold that the entire sales department quieted down, and the needle could be heard.

Yang Zhe was stunned. He thought Chen Ang would bid with him, but he didn't expect that he would be so direct and let himself get out of here. This is too unfair to treat the eldest son of the Yang family as a human being. He was embarrassed and had no dignity at all.

At this time, the beauty Yang Zhe hugged quit, pointed at Chen Ang and said, "Who is this kid? Young Master Yang, you can bear it too, the bodyguard throws him out."

"Damn it, you know what's wrong. Get out of here, get out of here immediately." Yang Zhe slapped the woman and said loudly.

The beauty was frightened and hurriedly hid aside and stopped talking.

Yang Zhe did not leave immediately. He stared at Chen Ang, suddenly laughed twice and said, "Chen Ang, I admit that you are very good at fighting. Today, as long as you beat my two bodyguards, I will give you the cemetery, and 100 million will be yours."

This kid is very arrogant. Although he is the eldest son of the Yang family, his pocket money is only a few million yuan a month, and he always overspends. He asked him to get 100 million yuan, so he could only ask Mr. Yang for it.

But he also has the capital to speak. Yang Zhe is the only son of Mr. Yang, so he doesn't believe that the old man will not help him.

Chen Ang sneered and said loudly: "The cemetery belongs to mine, there is no room for negotiation. Get out immediately. If you don't leave within three seconds, you will throw you out."

He didn't need to talk to Yang Zhe about the conditions. Now who has a strong fist or the boss is, he didn't take those two bodyguards seriously at all.

Yang Zhe looked angry, he didn't give him any face. This kid was looking for death. The fat on his face twitched twice, and his big hands waved repeatedly.

The two black bodyguards behind him rushed towards Chen Ang.

"Angzi, let's go together." Lu Zhan, the fat man behind Chen Ang, said. After saying that, he picked up a broom from the ground and was about to rush forward.

Chen Ang pulled the fat man back, shook his head and said, "Protect Yaoyao."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly roared, and the man arrived, and his fists came out at once and rushed over. The two strong black men had not yet reacted, and they were hit in the abdomen by their fists at the same time. They were in pain and their faces were twisted and deformed. Then the two of them flew backwards for several meters and hit the wall. They struggled for a few times but didn't stand up.

Yang Zhe was frightened and his whole body trembled. Thinking about Chen Ang’s iron-like fists the previous two times, he felt heartbroken and ran out of the door without thinking.

Chen Ang would not let Yang Zhe run away, and took two steps to block Yang Zhe.

Yang Zhe was so scared that his legs became weak, and he knelt directly on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Ang Zi, I was wrong. I will give you the cemetery, but I don't have that much money. Give me a few months."

"Stop talking nonsense. I will receive 100 million in one minute, otherwise I will break your five legs." Chen Ang said coldly, without any negotiation tone.

Back then, the Yang family designed to frame the Chen family, and they were so cruel and ruthless. After that incident, Chen Ang's heart was dead, and now all they left was endless hatred.

Yang Zhe was sad, nodded vigorously, quickly took out his cell phone and called Yang Yuanhua, chairman of Yang Family Pharmaceutical.

The phone was quickly answered, and Yang Zhe said with a sad face: "Dad, Chen Ang wants 100 million yuan, otherwise he will destroy my five legs."

"You prodigal son, I have said a long time ago that you won't let you mess with him. If you don't listen, you'll be dead." Yang Yuanhua's voice came from the phone.

"Dad, I am your own son. I have broken my limbs. Your Yang family will be the last one. Save me quickly, I'm going to die." Yang Zhe shouted loudly, afraid that Yang Yuanhua would hang up the phone.

After a few seconds of silence on the phone, a voice came from: "I will transfer the money to you immediately and tell Chen Ang that I will treat him to a meal at Dongtian Pavilion at 8 o'clock tonight."

Yang Zhe told Chen Ang and transferred the money to him at the same time, but thought to himself that his father took action and asked his ace bodyguard to deal with him. This guy was dead. Thinking of this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Chen Ang soon received the transfer text message and kicked Chen Ang. After a scream, he said loudly: "Get out, welcome to deal with me next time, the price next time is 500 million."

Yang Zhe held his arm with his hands, turned around and ran away. He had already made up his mind to kill him no matter what he said tonight.

The sales department quieted down.

Chen Ang bought the cemetery with the best Feng Shui and the most valuable cemetery here for 500,000 yuan. He also gave him a gold-inlaid urn.

Next, the beauty of cheongsam took Chen Ang and others to the cemetery.

The fat man Lu Zhan showed his ability to soak up beautiful girls and said with a smile: "Beauty, you work here and don't worry about nightmares at night. Do you need a fierce person to protect me? Look at me."

"It's good to get used to it. The boss gives him a high salary. I'm not afraid of being more terrifying. As for your boyfriend, can you beat him?" said the beauty of cheongsam with a gimmick. After saying that, she pointed at Chen Ang.

The fat man Lu Zhan was speechless for a moment and changed his position with Chen Ang, blinked his eyes and said, "The beauty of cheongsam likes you, work harder."

Chen Angke was not in that mood. He looked serious and followed the beauty of cheongsam.

After about ten minutes, I came to a place with a high terrain, a wide view and a bright sunshine, with tombstones everywhere here.

This place is really good, even Chen Ang, who doesn't understand Feng Shui, feels this way.

The beauty of cheongsam pointed to a two-square-meter cemetery and said, "Sir, it's here. If you have any questions, please give me some instructions. I'll go and do my business first."

After saying that, the beauty of cheongsam turned around and left.

The cemetery buildings are all ready-made, just put the urn inside.

After more than an hour, everything was done. A photo of comrade Lin Xiongfeng was posted on the stone tablet. Lin Yao cried softly, burning paper while burning the paper.

Chen Ang opened the white wine, poured a glass and sprinkled it on the ground, then picked up the glass and said to the photo of the stone tablet: "Brother, have a glass, go all the way, don't worry, I will take good care of Yaoyao." After he said that, he drank the white wine and then sprinkled all the remaining white wine on the ground.

After doing all this, Chen Ang helped Lin Yao walk out and soon returned to the car.

Fatty Lu Zhan drove, Chen Ang and Lin Yao sat in the back seat. He thought for a while and said, "Yaoyao, stop selling vegetables in the future. This money is enough for your college expenses. You must study hard and don't let your brother down. Also, in order to take care of you, move in with us."

"Thank you for your kindness, I appreciate it. I hope to complete my studies by myself." Lin Yao said decisively.

Chen Ang was slightly stunned. He could not have imagined that Lin Yao, a girl, was so stubborn, but this would not hurt him. He said calmly: "Okay, from now on, I will sell vegetables with you and live with you."

(End of this chapter)
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