The sun was slowly setting, and the sky was getting darker and darker.
More than two hours passed in a blink of an eye, and it was pitch black all around.
There is no village or shop behind this ghostly place, and there is still a cemetery on the mountain, gloomy and chilly.
He Juncheng rubbed his arms, cursed in a low voice, and dialed an unknown number of calls, "Young Master Ye, did your car arrive? It won't be broken down on the road again, right? Otherwise, I'll pick you up!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, there are still five minutes!"
He also said five minutes just now! This kid clearly did it on purpose!
He Juncheng was so angry that he almost scolded his mother directly, "My car is right in front of the sign, come here directly!"
"Okay, got it!"
Ye Mufan hung up the phone, drank half a bottle of red wine, finished reading magazines and a bunch of materials, and finally got up slowly to go out.
An hour later, Ye Mufan finally arrived in a taxi, which was long overdue.
He Juncheng waited for Ye Mufan for a full four hours, and he almost exploded.
In the end, when he saw Ye Mufan, he still had to smile, "Oh, Young Master Ye, you're here! Today's luck is not very good, there have been accidents on the road, but it's nothing, good things take time, good things take time!"
Knowing that Ye Mufan did it on purpose, he couldn't say anything.
Damn it, wait until he settles the matter at hand, let's see how he can kill him!
"However, Young Master Ye, why did you make an appointment at such a place? Do you want to change to another place, where we can sit down and have a drink while chatting?" He Juncheng always felt that this ghostly place was in a panic.
Ye Mufan lit a cigarette, took a puff slowly, and exhaled a smoke ring, "This place is pretty good, it's quiet and there's no one around."
"Okay, okay, as long as you like it, let's talk about business, as long as you are willing to continue to do things for me, I will give you 10,000 a month, how about it, is it interesting enough?" He Juncheng hurriedly stated his purpose.
Ye Mufan took a puff of smoke and murmured, "Ten thousand..."
Seeing Ye Mufan's hesitation, He Juncheng said with a proud tone, "Well, I'll give you 20,000! The regular employees in the company will only pay this price!"
Ye Mufan smiled lowly when he heard that.
"Then... 30,000? Thirty thousand is almost as much as my salary!" He Juncheng said in a generous tone.
Heh, his salary is 30,000 yuan, but his fame has brought him more than a hundred times that amount. He is sending beggars away...
He Juncheng said earnestly, "Young Master Ye, I know that your life is not easy now, and you know your current situation yourself, the second uncle in your family is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and will not let you stand out.
To be honest, you won’t be able to get this price anywhere, and you may even be unable to enter the company’s door. Your father owes a lot of debts. If you follow me, at least you will have enough food and clothing, won’t you? "
Ye Mufan raised his brows slightly, "That makes sense..."
Seeing that there was something going on, He Juncheng immediately beamed with joy, "If you want anything else, you can just ask!"
Ye Mufan chuckled and said in a low voice, "What do I want... Come here, I'll tell you!"
He Juncheng immediately leaned over eagerly.
Ye Mufan threw away the cigarette in his hand, crushed it out with the sole of his foot, then, with a smile on his lips, he looked towards He Juncheng.
The next second, the moment He Juncheng walked up to him, there was a loud "bang".
"Ah—" He Juncheng, who had just approached him, let out a miserable wail, and fell to the ground with a punch.