Chapter 2308 Conflict (5th Update)

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Alishan Club is also the most expensive club in Taicheng. Almost everything is at a sky-high price.

The eight ginkgo trees in the club are worth 50 million, the banquet hall's ceiling lamp is 400,000, the chair is 180,000, and the crystal cup is 30,000.

The pavilions, deck chairs, turf, and cushions were almost all flown to Shanghai. They were so luxurious that even working-class people would lose their money if they broke just a cup.

This is a paradise for the rich to enjoy life, and the grassroots can only envy it.

Even though it was so luxurious, the club was still crowded with people, and it was divided into eight areas. There were more than fifty men and women chatting and laughing in each of the seven areas.

The men all wore neat suits and gathered together to talk politely. No matter how dirty the wolf in the bright coat was, he had to act like a gentleman at this moment.

Most of the women are famous women in the business world, and a few men have brought beautiful female companions, who are either well-known female hosts or entertainers in the entertainment industry.

In short, it was very lively. Only in the eighth area, the innermost classical area, no guests came out to bask in the sun.

The decoration of Hall No. 8 is very charming. There are two plaster heads of Venus at the door, and inside are twenty portraits of famous Western figures, as well as a series of words and phrases.

In the middle is a piece of "Sunflower" that occupies most of the wall. The simple elements outline the attractive western scenery.

It's not that there are no guests in the banquet hall No. 8, it's just that the guests all stay in the hall.

There was a wooden table for eight people, with Ye Qiuqi and two lawyers sitting on the left, and behind them stood seven or eight staff members, four bodyguards and the three Dazhi brothers.

On the right, Kong Feixiang, dressed in British-style clothes, sat with a few pig friends and dog friends. Behind him, there were more than 20 men and women in colorful clothes who hung out all year round.

In front of the table were several plates of exquisite pastries and a bottle of Bada Zhuang red wine produced just this year.

"Mr. Ye, I'm sorry that the final payment has delayed you for so long. I'm really sorry."

Kong Feixiang waved someone to take out a stack of documents, then placed them in front of Ye Qiuqi and said with a smile: "This is the account we have cleared."

"Take a look."

"Let's see if the accounts listed with you match up. If they match up, I'll ask the finance department to give you the money immediately."

Kong Feixiang laughed to himself and said, "Lest Miss Ye think of me as a deadbeat."

Ye Qiuqi glanced at the account and felt it was a bit messy, so he handed it over to the finance department for verification while maintaining a polite smile:

"It's the Chinese New Year, and funds are tight everywhere. It's understandable that Mr. Kong has difficulty with cash flow at the moment."

Ye Qiuqi coaxed Kong Feixiang: "Master Kong can pay the balance this time, and I can make another profit next time we cooperate."

Kong Feixiang let out a burst of hearty laughter, then gave a thumbs up and praised: "Hahaha, Mr. Ye is really happy. He is worthy of being the helmsman of the Ye family."

"Come on, let your subordinates do the work. We decision-makers must learn to take a break and relax while we are busy, otherwise our days will be too tiring."

"There are 180,000 bottles of winter wine from Bada Village. Mr. Ye will give it a try."

Kong Feixiang opened the bottle of red wine quickly, poured two goblets, and slowly pushed one glass in front of Ye Qiuqi.

"I'll give you a toast to Mr. Ye, I'll do it."

Kong Feixiang drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp: "As you wish!"

Ye Qiuqi originally didn't have much confidence in meeting today because Kong Feixiang had been unreliable for the first time.

Now that she saw that he was so sincere and had brought finances, she believed him twice. She forced out a polite smile, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

She gave Ashoku flying face.

"Mr. Ye is just happy."

Kong Feixiang glanced at Ye Qiuqi's wine glass, and when he lowered his head to refill the wine glass, an unknown coldness appeared in his eyes.

Then he leaned back in his seat and looked at Ye Qiuqi with amusement: "Mr. Ye, you are so beautiful, especially your legs."

He clicked his tongue and looked at the sitting posture of Ye Qiuqi, who was slightly leaning forward, which highlighted the exaggerated curves of her waist and legs:

"I have always thought that breasts are women's magic weapons. I never believed that women's thighs are too lethal to men, even more powerful than their faces."

He stared at Ye Qiuqi's legs unscrupulously: "When I saw Mr. Ye today, I immediately knew that my sex friends never bullied me."

"Are the accounts correct?"

Ye Qiuqi seemed to see Kong Feixiang's true nature again, and she suddenly became alert. At the same time, she also felt heat spreading throughout her body.

The treasurer hurriedly replied: "Ms. Ye, the accounts are out. It's less than 400 million, and the difference is almost 500 million. The Kong family's accounts are too messy."

"Kong Feixiang, you are wasting everyone's time."

Ye Qiuqi knew as soon as he heard that he had been tricked. Which company's accounts would have a discrepancy of 500 million? This was obviously dealing with him casually.

She took the Ye Group's account book and threw it in front of Kong Feixiang: "You don't have to calculate it all for you. Ye Group has done all the calculations for you."

"You still owe Ye a total of 890 million."

She tapped the table with her slender fingers and shouted: "If you don't want me to take you to court, just pay me back right away."

"The difference is 500 million. It's such a big difference. If there is nothing wrong with Miss Ye's accounts, it means that the Kong family's finances are out of their minds and made a mistake."

Kong Feixiang pretended to be surprised and shouted: "Don't worry, Miss Ye, I will teach her a lesson when I get back and have ten or eight men take turns to kill her."

"Stop playing these vain games."

Ye Qiuqi shouted: "Pay back the money immediately."

Hearing this, Kong Feixiang sat up straight, held the wine glass and smiled ferociously: "Mr. Ye, don't be angry. It's bad for your health if you're angry."

"Eight hundred and ninety million... to me, it's really not much. I can just turn around now."

Kong Feixiang's expression became obscene: "I just have a small condition."

He stared at Ye Qiuqi's long legs in stockings and found that she was really a top-notch beauty. It was a pity that Ne Win took the first place.

But he had no choice at the moment. In addition to calming Ne Win's emotions, Mingyue Group also put him under great pressure.

After Jiang Yangdao and Chen Wangbei died, Ye Group got a chance to breathe and showed signs of revival. Kong Feixiang must kill it with thunder.

Ye Qiuqi's voice turned cold: "What condition?"

"The condition is very simple."

At this time, a group of men and women walked into the door, including a dozen burly men. They had a strong aura and moved towards the negotiation center.

Several tables and chairs that blocked the way were kicked away by them without mercy.

Nei Win, who was surrounded by the crowd, smiled playfully. His domineering and vicious aura made several Ye secretaries fearful and stepped back.

The three of Dazhi looked at each other and tensed their nerves. They all smelled a hint of danger, but they didn't call Ye Tianlong. After all, the situation was still peaceful.

Ye Qiuqi looked up at the other party, with a trace of vigilance in her eyes.

Na Wen came in front of Ye Qiuqi, with his hands on the wooden table, looking down at Ye Qiuqi with an evil smile:

"The condition is that you take off your skirt and do it to me. If I satisfy you, Kong Shao will return the money to you."

He reached out to pinch Ye Qiuqi's cheek: "One night is enough."

"Beast!"

Ye Qiuqi couldn't hold back the anger in her heart, picked up the goblet and poured it out.

The red wine hit Na Wen's face, and Na Wen immediately became a drowned chicken...