President Bingshan’s personal doctor

Chapter 505 No one dares to reject me
  Su Han naturally kept a cautious eye on people from overseas and would not easily believe them, especially something so sudden.

He is not stupid. He will not easily believe other people's lies. He will not start early if there is no benefit. He has to spend a lot of manpower and financial resources on things that are not beneficial. Are those bastards saints?
  Su Han wouldn't believe it.

At this moment, the night is getting dark.

In an entertainment club in the provincial capital of Haidong Province.

Qiu Feng was sitting there, with two cold-faced men standing behind him. On the opposite side were Wan Sanqian and Wan Jiarong's uncle and nephew. On the other side, sitting was the director Yue Zhihong.

"Young Master Qiu, you are a rare visitor. How long have you not been back to China?" Wan Sanqian smiled and raised his glass, "This Haidong Province is really a rural area, and the most upscale clubs are just like this. Why not go there?" In Kyoto, I will definitely entertain Mr. Qiu well."

He took a sip of wine, looked at Qiu Feng with a smile, and said seriously: "Young Master Qiu, do you have any business to bring back when you come back this time?"

Qiu Feng glanced at Wan Sanqian, touched the wine glass lightly, without drinking at all, and said lightly: "I don't have any business, I'm just here for a trip."

He smiled and said, "Mr. Wan is a giant in the domestic entertainment industry. Is there any business that you haven't done? You need me, a small character, to bring it to you."

"Hey, Mr. Qiu, what you said is right, but it's really weird. If you, Mr. Qiu, are a nobody, then we guys are not even small people anymore."

Wan Sanqian smiled and turned to look at Wan Jiarong and Yue Zhihong: "What are you still waiting for? Let's toast Mr. Qiu and welcome our guests from afar!"

Wan Jiarong hurriedly raised his wine glass, looking a little embarrassed: "Young Master Qiu, I am Mr. Wan's nephew, and my name is..."

"Your name is Wan Jiarong, I know." Qiu Feng glanced at him and said calmly.

Wan Jiarong was suddenly pleasantly surprised: "Young Master Qiu knows about me?"

"Of course I know. It seems that you said that overseas Hongmen are nothing, they are just garbage who dare not return to the country."

Qiu Feng's eyes suddenly became colder.

Wan Jiarong's face changed drastically. He instantly became pale and panicked.

Wan Sanqianyi gritted his teeth and told this bastard a long time ago not to talk nonsense outside. Who knows if there are people from Hongmen overseas?
  If this word gets out, it will really cause big trouble!

"Snapped!"

Before Wan Jiarong could speak, Wan Sanqian had already slapped him so hard that Wan Jiarong screamed and fell down from the sofa.

"You are talking nonsense, overseas Hongmen, you can slander it, and you still haven't apologized to Mr. Qiu!"

Thirty thousand roared.

Wan Jiarong fell to the ground and quickly lowered his head to apologize: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mr. Qiu. I'm blind and talking nonsense. Please forgive me, Mr. Qiu!"

He directly picked up the wine bottle and smashed it hard on his head.

With a bang, the wine bottle shattered, and the bright red wine mixed with blood, making it impossible to tell which was wine and which was blood.

The broken glass fell to the ground, and Wan Jiarong was still kneeling there, motionless and not daring to raise his head.

"Forget it, those who don't know are not guilty. For the sake of Mr. Wan, I won't argue with you." Qiu Feng glanced at him lightly and snorted, "I am easy to talk to. If the people in other halls are here today, Even your uncle can’t eat this and walk around!”

This cold shout made Wan Sanqian couldn't help but tremble.

He almost got himself killed, but he had to restrain his nephew, otherwise he would get into big trouble sooner or later.

"Yes, yes, thank you very much, Mr. Qiu!" Wan Jiarong was so frightened that he didn't care to deal with the wound on his head, so he dared to get up and sit back on the sofa.

"I, I'm a director," Yue Zhihong was so frightened that his face turned pale, and the hand holding the wine glass was trembling, "I'd like to have one less glass of wine."

Yue Zhihong looked pale, glanced at Qiu Feng, and looked at him carefully.

But Qiu Feng didn't look at him at all, and regarded him as nothing, which made Yue Zhihong suddenly embarrassed. In Qiu Feng’s eyes, he turned out to be just air, not even qualified to toast him?

Wan Sanqian didn't dare to speak anymore. Wan Jiarong had already offended Qiu Feng. If he spoke for Yue Zhihong again, wouldn't he be seeking death?

Yue Zhihong suddenly felt very embarrassed: "Young Master Qiu, I offer you a glass of wine."

"roll!"

Qiu Feng's body suddenly exuded a chill, "Who do you think you are, toasting me? Do you have the qualifications?"

This loud shout made Yue Zhihong's throat dry from fright, and he stood beside you holding a wine glass, helpless.

"What are you still doing? Get out." Wan Sanqian looked unhappy and immediately asked Yue Zhihong to go out.

Among the people he brought, one was taught a lesson and the other was kicked out directly. His face was not good-looking either.

This Qiu Feng is really domineering!
  But with the Hongmen behind him, the young master of Snake Hall is not so easy to offend.

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit tense, but Qiu Feng sat there as if nothing happened, slowly drinking.

"Young Master Qiu, when you travel to the country this time, you must bring back some specialties." Wan Sanqian smiled and found a topic.

"Well, you are right, I have found him." Qiu Feng smiled lightly, "I have taken a liking to Qiao Yuman, a singer who is very popular recently, and I want to take him to the United States for development."

Wan Sanqianyi was startled: "Qiao Yuman?"

"Do you know him?" Qiu Feng looked at Wan Sanqian, half-smiling.

Wan Sanqian is a big shot in the entertainment industry. How could he not know about some Feng Shui fields in the entertainment industry?

"We know her, and it's a bit of a holiday." Wan Sanqian smiled and raised his glass, "But since she is attracted by Mr. Qiu, I, Lao Wan, don't dare to do anything no matter how brave I am."

How could he not hear what Qiu Feng meant? This guy, after falling in love with Qiao Yuman, would take her back as a specialty. As for Qiao Yuman's fate, he had already guessed.

"I just sent her an invitation to come back to the United States with me." Qiu Feng said with confidence, "I believe she will not refuse."

She didn't dare to refuse, no one had ever dared to refuse herself.

Qiu Feng's eyes were full of dominance.

"That's natural. It's her blessing to be favored by Mr. Qiu. How can she dare to refuse? No one has ever dared to refuse Mr. Qiu."

Wan Sanqian raised his glass and said with a smile, "Then first I would like to congratulate Mr. Qiu for discovering an interesting specialty. It must be delicious, hahahaha!"

Qiu Feng raised his wine glass and took a sip: "I'd like to lend you some good words."

In his opinion, Qiao Yuman would never refuse, and she did not dare to refuse. For Qiu Feng, he had never experienced what it felt like to be rejected.

"Ring ring ring..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Feng's cell phone rang. When he saw that it was Qiao Yuman's call, his face became even more proud.

"My specialty is about to arrive."

Qiu Feng laughed disdainfully, answered the phone, and deliberately put it on speakerphone, when Qiao Yuman's voice came from there.

"Is it Mr. Qiu? I'm sorry. I've thought it over carefully and decided not to go to the United States but to develop in China. Thank you for your kindness."

The smile on Qiu Feng's face suddenly froze there, as if someone had slapped her and it had become stiff.

(End of this chapter)