Chapter 11 The first day of return (Part 1) ()

Yang Fan (the pseudonym of Bu Fan) walked out of the secret room under Kong Wu's leadership. His two assistants were naked and followed Yang Fan and Kong Wu.

"It's been a long time since I saw such a brilliant sunshine." Yang Fan covered his eyes with his right hand and looked at the sun. The sunlight shone on Yang Fan's body, and he could vaguely see his strong chest muscles from his tattered top.

"To be precise, it's thirty-seven days." said the slightly shorter assistant.

"Is that true, Zhang Yang?" Yang Fan asked back.

"Yes." Zhang Yang's tone was very certain, just as if he was swearing to the world that he was a man. Zhang Yang was not very tall, about 160cm, but his handsome face, strong muscles and seemingly innate confidence were enough to make women ignore his lack of height.

"You are always so confident!" Yang Fan said with a smile, continuing to walk forward.

Looking at this person, no one would associate this person with the monster who knocked down five people alone an hour ago.

Three years ago today, he walked into the secret room from here. He and his two assistants Zhang Yang and Kong Tianyu received training from ten devils in the secret room. Fighting, shooting, kendo, driving and other training. Just today, an hour ago, they defeated the ten devils in the secret room and walked out of this hell.

Wang Liang drove a Porsche to pick up Yang Fan early in the morning because he believed that Yang Fan could walk out alive. However, when he saw Yang Fan walking out with a smile, he was also surprised. Wang Liang knew the strength of the ten devils very well. One devil can defeat three Wang Liangs. But Yang Fan and the boys could still joke after defeating ten devils. It would be strange if Wang Liang was not surprised.

"Uncle Liang, how long have you been waiting?" Yang Fan asked.

"It's only been more than an hour."

"Oh. I would have solved them soon after I knew it." Yang Fan said disapprovingly.

This sentence made Wang Liang sweat. He didn't come back to his senses until Yang Fan reminded him to drive.

A white Porsche parked in front of a building. Yang Fan and the other four walked out of the car.

"This is the headquarters building of the Yang Group." Wang Liang said proudly pointing to the luxuriously decorated building.

"Oh." Yang Fan replied casually.

"It has changed! He has indeed become mature. Mr. Yang's vision is indeed unique. Bufan is indeed a rare talent. Three years of hard work not only allowed him to learn various physical skills, but also gave him terrible psychological qualities. If it weren't for knowing his past, it would be hard to imagine that he was still such a student three years ago. His achievements would definitely surpass Mr. Yang, or even everyone in the eight major families." Wang Liang said intimately, but on the surface, he tried his best to hide his inner surprise. But in Bufan, Yang Fan's eyes, this kind of concealment, seemed so naive, just like a kindergarten child lying.

Wang Liang led them into the building, and the security guards on both sides bent down and bowed to Wang Liang.

"You go find some clothes for Vice President Yang and his assistant." Wang Liang said to a security guard near him.

The security guard looked at the three people behind Wang Liang, with a look of surprise on his face. Not only them, but the other security guards were also surprised when they heard Wang Liang's words. But Wang Liang's order was an imperial edict for the security guard, and he did not dare to neglect at all. Although he was surprised, he walked out of the door. Because he knew deeply that some things were not what he should have known.

"Uncle Liang, don't have to be so troublesome." Yang Fan originally wanted to refuse, but he lowered his head to look at the dressing of himself and his two assistants, and then looked at the building. He was a little out of place, so he stopped talking.

"The chairman asked Deputy General Manager Yang to go up. Others can go back now. Go to the Human Resources Department to report to the Human Resources Department tomorrow." A beautiful woman in a white dress and long hair tied behind her head walked out of the elevator and said to Yang Fan.

Deputy General Manager Yang naturally refers to Yang Fan, while the rest are Zhang Yang and Kong Tianyu.

"Vice General Yang, please!" said the beauty to Yang Fan, with a professional smile on her face.

"May I ask, you are..." Yang Fan asked.

"This is..." Wang Liang was about to speak when the beauty interrupted him.

"My surname is Feng, and I am the secretary of the chairman. Vice President Yang, you can call me Secretary Feng. The chairman is waiting for you here. Please follow me. Mr. Wang, the chairman asks you to prepare the car. The chairman will go to the airport to pick up the lady later."

"Then you go back first." Yang Fan said to Zhang Yang and Kong Tianyu behind him.

Yang Fan followed Secretary Feng to the chairman's special elevator. Yang Fan saw Secretary Feng standing in the elevator, and the iceberg was frozen, making Yang Fan speechless.

"Please here!" The elevator stopped on the 88th floor. Secretary Feng's leader Yang Fan walked out of the open elevator door and walked more than ten meters to the right. Then he stopped outside a door with the words "Chairman's Office".

"I am Feng Wanyi. Chairman, Vice President Yang has arrived. Should I let him in now?" Feng Wanyi picked up the phone outside the door and said.

After receiving Yang Xuan's reply, Feng Wanyi placed her finger in a place similar to a keychain. The door opened.

"Please come in!"

"You won't go in?" Yang Fan saw Feng Wanyi standing there without moving.

"The chairman is called Vice President Yang. He did not ask me to go in. My job is just to take Vice President Yang to bring."

What else did Yang Fan want to say? This was the sound of an old man coming from the office.

"Fan'er, come in. Secretary Feng, go and do your business!"

"Yes, Chairman!" Feng Wanyi turned around and walked towards a smaller office next to her. Yang Fan vaguely saw Liu Qingya's figure from Feng Wanyi's back.

Yang Fan walked in, and the luxury of the office surprised Yang Fan. The walls of the office hall were carved with lifelike reliefs and several famous oil paintings, which were no less than those of the White House. Walking in through a small door, Yang Fan saw Yang Xuan sitting there. The room was filled with books, which was obviously a study. This room was made of classic Chinese wooden structure. Some antique porcelain was placed on exquisite wooden cabinets, and some calligraphy and painting works were hung on the wall. On the middle wall was a pair of Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao's Red Cliff Nostalgia". Su Shi was not only a great poet, but also a famous calligrapher. His lyrics were unrestrained and unruly, and he was known as Xin Qiji; his calligraphy was elegant and elegant, and he became the "Four Great Masters" with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu and Cai Xiang.

"Come on, let grandpa take a good look." Yang Xuan walked over and looked at Yang Fan carefully.

"I've changed, I've become more like a man." Yang Xuan said to himself.

"Do you hate me for causing you torture in these three years? To be honest."

"At first, I got it a little bit. Later, I figured it out, and I didn't hate it anymore." Yang Fan replied frankly.

"Just figure it out! If you don't go through the suffering, you will be the best!" Yang Xuan continued, "I know what you care about the most now."

What did he care about the most? There was only one person - Liu Qingya. When Yang Fan heard Yang Xuan's words, his pupils contracted sharply and he felt a murderous aura. Even Yang Xuan, who had been through the battlefield for a long time, could not help but become afraid.

"Liu Qingya, she is very good." Yang Fan felt much more relaxed when he heard this. His murderous aura disappeared instantly.

Yang Xuan's heart rolled: "He was stronger than I expected. Even sixty years ago, Yang Guangzu, the most outstanding man in the Yang family, could not retract his murderous aura so freely like him. In case, he will..."
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