Chapter 32: Who is the powerful man behind Yan Hong?

  Outside the window, the streetlights on the highway stretched towards the horizon, like a string of twinkling stars.

  Vehicles on the road still flowed continuously at 9 o'clock on a summer evening.

  After a heavy rain, the fresh night wind blew from the southern mountains, gently blowing on people's faces, soft like a lover's hand, making Gao Fei feel very comfortable.

  Gao Fei stood at the window, embracing his arms and gazing out at the beautiful night view of Ji'nan. On the surface, he looked calm, but in his mind, thoughts were racing: What's the story with this Yan Hong?

  Gao Fei did not deny that Yan, the deputy general manager, was a charming and sexy little thing, and as the wife of the president of the Beishan Group, she was absolutely a big shot in the eyes of ordinary people.

  After all, not everyone can afford a Ferrari.

  In this economic society where having milk is mother and having money is father, rich people will indeed receive respect from many people, even fear. However, Gao Fei is very clear that in the one-party dictatorship of China, even if you own wealth that rivals a nation, when facing officials, you still have to behave like a grandson!

  Otherwise, officials just need to move their lips and they can make the rich go bankrupt.

  This is a reality that cannot be refuted.

  But tonight, Director Shi, why did he put on a flattering face after recognizing Yan Hong?

  Gao Fei was not an official, but he also knew that even if Yan Hong was just Su Beishan's wife, let alone if Su Beishan himself were to appear tonight, Shi Dongpeng's official position wouldn't require such fawning.

  And that boss Wang, after Shi Dongpeng whispered something in his ear, he was immediately scared to death and turned pale.

  Gao Fei couldn't help but think that Wang boss was so afraid of Yan Hong, it definitely wasn't because she had a billionaire husband.

  Shi Dongpeng and the others' attitude towards Yan Hong, from haughty to humble, can only prove one thing: Yan Hong's true origin is absolutely not simple!

  Even Gao Fei vaguely guessed the true origin of Yan Hong, and probably even Shen Yinbing didn't know.

  So what is Yan Hong's origin?

  Or in other words. According to the conclusion of 'behind every resplendent woman stands a strong man', who is the truly strong man behind Yan Hong?

  Gao Fei was very curious and wanted to know.

  But he had just met Yan Hong for a short time, and even if he racked his brains, he couldn't think of it.

  "Hey, whoever that guy standing behind her loves is none of my business!"

  Gao Fei let out a loud laugh and flicked the cigarette butt out of the window, then turned around and walked towards the bed.

  I don't know why, but Gao Fei suddenly thought of Yan Hong standing behind a strong man. However, that man was not Su Bei Shan. In his heart, he felt a faint sense of discomfort. He wished she could turn around at this moment and then pin her to the bed, fucking her fiercely!

  Gao Fei naturally understood that he had this abnormal psychology. It was purely jealousy, jealous of the strong man behind Yan Hong.

  "What an idiot I am, how could I have such a thought?"

  Gao Fei lightly slapped his own mouth, then picked up his canvas bag from under the bed and took out a laptop.

  Connected to power, inserted wireless network card, after booting up, Gao Fei directly logged into the "International Assassin" platform.

  Quickly sliding the mouse, after finding Su Bei Shan's name, Gao Fei's eyebrows slightly furrowed: From his acceptance of the task to now, it had only been two short days, yet the number of people who wanted to take over this business had reached as many as nine.

  In other words, these nine people all hope that the 'senior' will not successfully assassinate Su Beishan within a month, and then they can get their hands on the $3 million.

  On the Killer Platform, there is a rule: as long as the killer is alive, if he does not complete the task within the specified time, he will completely lose the opportunity to receive the reward.

  To put it bluntly: if Gao Fei doesn't take down Su Bei Shan within a month, even if he kills him later, the platform won't give him any reward.

  "For a mere 30 million US dollars, so many people are queuing up - hehe, it seems that the current global economy is not doing well."

  Gao Fei shrugged and the landline phone on the cabinet rang.

  Gao Fei didn't think much of it and thought it was a call from the front desk customer service, so he picked up the receiver: "Hello, what's going on?"

  On the other end of the phone, a sweet and charming Cantonese accent came through: "Hello, handsome, do you want some special service? Our goods are cheap and of good quality, we guarantee your satisfaction..."

  "My dad is not interested."

  The woman on the other end of the line finished speaking, and Gao Fei hung up the phone.

  If it were in everyday life, as long as the price is reasonable and the person looks good, Gaofei wouldn't mind spending a thousand or two to find a young woman to have some fun with for a night.

  Anyway, by dusk, he had withdrawn 20,000 yuan from the ATM with the bank card given to him by Yan Hong, and now he was a rich man.

  But he really has no interest tonight.

  After hanging up the phone, Gao Fei didn't mind either. After all, such things are common in hotels and nothing unusual.

  He carefully put away his computer and placed the canvas bag in the closet, then was about to go to the bathroom when there was a knock at the door.

  "Who?"

  Gao Fei walked over and opened the door.

  As soon as the door was opened, Gao Fei felt a strong fragrance hit him, and then someone squeezed in, pounced into his arms, wrapped their hands around his neck, and raised their toes to bring a red mouth up.

  This is a girl with five-colored hair, wearing a black silk suspender skirt, revealing half of her white chest, and the long legs under the short skirt are very beautiful in curve, but just a bit too thin.

  Gao Fei didn't like those bony beauties who were too thin, wasn't there a saying from the seniors in the circle: "Ride a skinny donkey, do a fat...".

  Too thin women are not sexy, they feel anxious when pressed down, it's not interesting.

  Gao Fei raised his hand and blocked the girl's red lips that were coming to kiss him, taking advantage of the momentum to push her against the door frame.

  The girl's face was half-covered by Gao Fei's right hand, and she was making "um" noises while trying to pry it off.

  "Tsk tsk, with a figure like yours, you actually dare to come out and sell? You're really embarrassing the Yellow Maiden Corps!"

  Gao Fei shook his head and sighed, quickly pinching the little dove on the girl's left side.

  He didn't really have any intention of sleeping with this girl, but tofu delivered right to your doorstep that you don't eat is just stupid.

  "Go, go, try your luck elsewhere. You're not the type I like. Come back next time when you've put on some weight!"

  Gao Fei stretched out his big hands and grabbed the girl's neck, pushing her out. The door slammed shut with a bang.

  ……

  Zhang Wenwen was very angry today, racing with others, and was forced to use her ultimate move to barely win the victory.

  Although shaking off the guy driving a BMW was normal for her, she felt it was a shame, an unforgivable shame!

  Especially when she saw Meng Fei and others celebrating for her, the red wine that used to be fragrant and sweet in her mouth also became tasteless like plain water.

  Meng Fei, like Zhang Wenwen, is also a 'top student' at Jinnan No. 5 Middle School, and the two of them are even more like iron-clad sworn sisters.

  However, Meng Fei's conditions were much better than Zhang Wenwen's. Her father, Meng Fanxing, was said to be the king of southern Hebei underground.

  In other words, Meng Fei is the underground little princess of Ji Nan, and what she lacks least is money. The red Hyundai sports car opened by Zhang Wenwen is hers.

  At that time, Zhang Wenwen had excitedly called Meng Fei before speeding with the young man in a white BMW, saying she had finally met a silly and naive fool to speed with...

  Meng Fei was overjoyed when he heard this and said that he would wait for her at the 'Red House Bar' to celebrate her triumphant return with champagne.

  As soon as Zhang Wenwen walked into the Red Building Bar, Meng Fei rushed up to her, complaining that she hadn't fought side by side with her and asking how miserable the guy who dared to challenge them had died.

  In the past, Zhang Wenwen would definitely boast proudly that she had shaken off her opponent several streets away.

  But this time, she just said that she almost let that kid run into the drain ditch and then sat on the sofa drinking alone.

  After noticing Zhang Wenwen's unusual expression, Meng Fei quickly asked what was wrong.

  Showing off one's miserable capital to a stranger is nothing in the eyes of Zhang Wenwen, Meng Fei and others, just like occasionally urinating in a supermarket toilet while standing side by side - it's all nonsense, small potatoes.

  So, unable to withstand Meng Fei and others' questioning, Zhang Wenwen recounted the whole experience of drifting.

  "What? Damn it, that little brat actually forced you to use your ultimate move?! Son of a bitch, this guy doesn't take us sisters seriously at all!"

  Meng Fei immediately flew into a rage, lifted her foot and stomped on the table, furiously asking: "Wen Wen, tell sister, where is that little brat from? We'll go find him right away and make him kowtow to apologize! Is our little dove so easy to bully? Just watch me call the dog over to chop up this stupid fool!"

  Gouzǐ, is the head of security at Honglou Bar, a formidable fighter under Meng Fansheng's command, who has been in countless fights but rarely loses.

  Zhang Wenwen sighed: "Alas, I don't know where that kid lives either. Forget it, Ji'nan is so big, where can we find him? Let's drink, let's drink, life is short, and timely pleasure is the right thing to do!"

  Meng Fei and the others thought so too, and after advising Zhang Wenwen a few more words, the three or five rebellious children started having fun in the bar.

  He also deserved to be unlucky, the restaurant where he and Yan Hong had dinner was just across from the Red Mansion Bar, and happened to be seen by Zhang Wenwen: "Hey, Xiaofei, come see, it's that little bastard! Damn, this morning he was driving a white BMW with a beautiful girl, but in the evening he was driving a Ferrari with a beautiful young woman!"

  Meng Fei ran over: "Huh, is it really him?"

  Zhang Wenwen hummed a cold laugh: "Will I be wrong?"

  "Wenwen, I trust your judgment! You tell me, what should we do with him? Or else, I'll have Dogzi bring people to chop him up right now?"

  Meng Fei proposed.

  Zhang Wenwen sneered: "Having seen this girl's proud capital, it should be cut! But merely cutting it is not enough to make this girl's face radiant with joy! Humph, he must be made to lose his reputation and fall into ruin before I can vent my anger."

  "Then tell me what to do. If you need money, I have it; if you need people, I can arrange it. Just say the word and I won't hesitate."

  Zhang Wenwen smiled slyly: "Xiao Fei, come closer and listen, I have a clever plan, we should do it like this..."