Chapter one hundred and Seventy-four, large shares

Yang Feng rubbed his head, twisted his head and looked at an Ziqi, who was still in shock at the side of his eyes. He worried and asked, "are you all right? "

ANZIQI shook his head, one hand covering the mouth and nose heavy breathing, eyes have not scattered panic.

Yang Feng drew back his eyes and looked at the figure in the crisscross of light and shadow in front of the car. He paused, opened the car door, and walked down from the car. As soon as he came down, he heard the sound of iron rubbing against the ground. Dozens of bad eyes fell on him.

In the harsh light, Yang Feng raised his hand to block it, and it was barely visible as the van collided with their car, lying crooked across the road, surrounded by a number of black cars, from the car there were more than a dozen men in strange costumes surrounding them with weapons in their hands.

For the first dressed as a man like a pony, shoulder-like iron bar, walked up to him, raised his chin, strutting: "You are Yang Feng? "

Yang Feng did not speak, but slowly put down his hands, eyes adapted to the current environment.

"Hand it over. "

Yang Feng eyebrows light wrinkly, still did not speak, but to his words very quickly reaction is what meaning.

He did not raise the corners of his mouth, his face gradually wrapped in a layer of cold frost.

"Hey, don't play games with me. Give us master Tang's things, or we'll show you. "

Yang Feng disdains lightly Humph, such as the wind general quickly to the front of the man, put foot back Hook, a foot kick to the man's Chin, the man Hums A, throw back the head to fall to the ground.

After a few clangs, a couple of thugs stood by.

Immediately afterward, Yang Fengmeng lands on the man's body, the knee severely presses against the man's chest, raises the fist to him is a heavy blow, the man has no room to resist, can only on the ground side dodge, side of the crying.

Hit enough, Yang Feng just shake hands, from the ground to stand up: "What a lot of crap, is I will give each other a little color, and then ask each other to things. "

The man curled up on the floor was beaten black and blue and trembling.

"What are you guys gawking at? You want to see a good show? Let's go. " The man covers his face, grimaces to get up from the ground and glares at several fighters who are still in a daze.

The hatchet men then realized that they had to come forward, holding the guy in his hand to Yang Feng rushed on, lightning, a group of people have been kicked off, all of them screaming repeatedly, fell to the ground.

Yang Feng disdainfully clapped his hands and glanced around at the hatchet men on the ground: "vulnerable to a blow. "

ANZIQI also ran down from the car, came to Yang before the wind, swept around the fallen on the ground wailing people.

"Who are these people? "

Yang Feng walked up to the man in front of the leader, while answering her words, while lifting the man's collar.

"Tang Ming's people. "

Without further explanation, he lifted the man up and looked Pale.

"Go back and tell your boss if he wants something from me, he'll have to transfer 50 percent of Tang's shares to Anjia or he'll go to jail. "

He didn't want to do things so absolutely, but this man himself ran into a gun, then don't blame him Lion's Share.

The man shook his head and cowered in horror.

"Roll. " Yang Feng is cold hum a, push off him, facial expression comes to the car in front, swept an eye to be hit by the side of groove, facial expression is tiny and heavy.

ANZIQI also put together to come up, on the face quite some heartache: "This car can not drive. "

Yang Feng did not speak, but pulled her casually on the side of a parked black car, and away.

On the way back, Yang Feng received a strange phone call, from the phone came from the voice is very low, mixed with a smell of gunpowder: "Yang Feng, I have something to talk to you. "

From the voice that sounds a bit familiar, but Yang Feng did not remember who.

"Who are you? "

"I'm Tang Ming's father, Tang Bo. "

Yang Feng meaningful oh a, and then asked him what is the matter.

The other side was silent for a moment, and did not directly explain what happened, but agreed to a meeting place, and whether Yang Feng agreed or not, directly hung up the phone.

Yang Feng squint eyes, fixed looking at the black screen of the mobile phone interface for a moment of contemplation, before the mobile phone back in the pocket, and then to the driving of Anziqi said: "Do not go to the company, directly to the Tianhe Hotel. "

An Ziqi raised eyebrow, crooked head saw him one eye, did not ask much, but turned the direction, to Tianhe Hotel and go.

Half an hour later, the two men arrived at the entrance of Tianhe Hotel, which is located at the busy street corner of Qingyang City and surrounded by famous tourist areas. As a result, the Tianhe Hotel often had a steady flow of guests and business was booming. At 11 pm, people come and go outside the hotel.

Yang Feng two people will be parked in the basement, Anziqi was ready to go up with him, in Yang Feng advice, can only stay in the car waiting.

Yang Feng then confessed two sentences, this just on the third floor, came to Tang Bo booked the door of the package.

Four men in black stood at the door, hands behind their backs, wearing sunglasses, giving a very serious feeling, in everyone waist, you can see the drum thing.

Yang Feng glanced at it casually, knowing in his heart.

He calmly entered the private room, a faint fragrance swept over his face.

The room was large, with a long marble table in the middle, on which lay a white lace tablecloth and a cream-white vase, and surrounded by an elaborate, Regal dining-room setting.

In the beautiful glass lamp, wearing a Golden Mandarin jacket of middle-aged men with his hands behind him, standing in front of the French window, looking out of the window.

In addition, there are six men dressed as the door to the house on both sides of the house.

Yang Feng strode to the table, looking at the window of the man, the man also detected movement, slowly turned around, looking straight at Yang Feng.

The man looks very ordinary, temples white, deep lines around the eyes, but a pair of eyes are very smart.

"there you are. "

Yang Feng raised eyebrow, leaning against the table, his hands around his chest, waiting for his next words.

Tang Bo also did not hesitate to get to the point: "I heard that you have a child with the Li family that boy when the recording of cooperation, and your condition is 50% of the Tang family shares. "

Yang Feng did not speak, still quietly staring at him, along the corner of the eye peripheral light will sweep around the people again, all the money bag.

"Let me get this straight. A 50% stake is out of the question, but I can give you three million grand for that recording, okay? "

Yang Feng bowed his head disapprovingly chuckle and shook his head.

Tang Bo face suddenly sink down, gold-rimmed sleeves, his hands tightly clenched into a fist: "Yang Feng, I think you should be the man of the hour, do not be too greedy, otherwise cocoon self-restraint, can be inappropriate. "

Words, eyes a shade flash.