"Contract? What contract?"

Zhang He and Zhu Ping exchanged glances before asking.

A senior executive laughed, "Didn’t I say? The contract for the Nanshan plot."

"What?"

Zhang He looked puzzled, "What does the Nanshan plot contract have to do with him?"

The executive was also confused, "How can it not be related? Mr. Ye is the one who won the bid for the Nanshan plot. Didn’t you know?"

Zhang He and Zhu Ping were once again utterly bewildered.

Especially Zhu Ping, who was completely flummoxed.

He thought to himself, where did this guy get so much money, fifty billion? That’s more than twice his own net worth.

The surrounding onlookers, including company bosses who wanted to know the identity of the mysterious person in VIP Room No. 8, were equally shocked.

"After all this time, it turns out Mr. Ye was the mysterious person in VIP Room No. 8. What a big spender!"

"They say the Su Family’s son-in-law has risen to power; I didn’t believe it before. Seeing it today, the rumors weren’t wrong at all!"

"Tsk, tsk, just look at the way he spends fifty billion like it’s nothing, yet dressed so plainly. The richer they are, the more low-key indeed."

"Isn’t that so? This wealthy second-generation from Pingyuan just mocked him a moment ago. But as it turns out, he’s been defeated by the very same person. Ha, that’s really hilarious."

Hearing the surrounding whispers, Zhang He felt his face had been folded, extremely embarrassed.

Zhu Ping hastily said, "It’s only fifty billion, what’s so great about that? Young Master Zhang didn’t continue the bid because the Nanshan plot isn’t worth that much. Young Master Zhang has foresight!"

"Besides, you don’t really think that Ye Fei is the one who bought the Nanshan plot, do you? Let me tell you the truth, Ye Fei is just running errands at the front stage! The real backers, the big bosses, are none other than Zhu Guangbo and Bai Yunfei!"

Zhu Ping had recently heard much news about Ye Fei getting close to Old Zhu and Old Bai.

With the recent investments of the two elders in Tianhe Real Estate, he naturally came to that conclusion.

A group of people were chattering with each other.

That was when Ye Fei’s phone rang.

"Mr. Ye, where are you right now? Old Zhu and I have something to discuss with you."

"I’m at Tianhe Mansion right now, just about to head back to the medical hall."

"Tianhe Mansion? Then please wait there for a moment, we are actually nearby. We’ll be there in two minutes!"

"Alright."

Ye Fei hung up the phone and started waiting by the roadside.

Meanwhile, Zhu Ping was not idle with his mouth.

He spoke passionately and earnestly.

He convinced the crowd of onlookers.

"So that’s how it is! I knew the Su Family’s penniless son-in-law couldn’t have climbed so high overnight."

"Mm-hmm, this makes more sense. But being an errand runner for top tycoons like Zhu Guangbo and Bai Yunfei isn’t something to be ashamed of!"

Once they heard that Ye Fei was just running errands for tycoons, Zhang He’s confidence surged back immediately.

He strode forward, filled with pride, and said, "Ye Fei, since you’re working for someone else anyway, why not come work for me? I’ll pay you a salary of two billion a year."

Zhang He wanted to trample Ye Fei underfoot first and then, using the pressure of a boss over a subordinate, make a move on Su Yueru.

Unfortunately, as loud as his calculations sounded, he was still overestimating himself.

Ye Fei replied coldly with a laugh, "In my eyes, you’re not even worth a fart. Work for you? Don’t make me laugh."

"What did you say?!"

Zhang He felt utterly humiliated.

He had never been spoken to like this before in his life.

His eyes bulged with anger.

"You’re just a lackey, a stinky worker, and you dare to act all high and mighty with me? I think I’ve given you too much face!"

Zhu Ping also added fuel to the fire, "Young Master Zhang, why wait? If this scumbag doesn’t deserve it, who does?"

"You’re right. Come on! Give me..."

Before the words "beat him to death" could come out, seven or eight luxury cars screeched to a halt by the curb.

Right after, Zhu Guangbo and Bai Yunfei stepped out of the cars.

The crowd knew there was going to be a scene and watched intently.

"Look, both Old Zhu and Old Bai have arrived; surely the two elders have come to protect their protégé, right?"

"Humph, let’s see if this strong dragon from Pingyuan can stand against the two local overlords."

Upon seeing the two elders, even Zhang He felt a tightness in his chest.

But then, remembering that his father was, at the very least, an equal to them, he quickly regained his composure.

However, to everyone’s surprise,

the two elders didn’t come straight over after getting out of the cars but instead ran to the second car, bowed and opened the door respectfully.

Then, a person of great importance, someone beyond their wildest expectations, emerged.

Mu Kongwen!

Even Zhang He shrank back at the sight of Mu Kongwen, hunching his neck and putting on a smile as he approached.

"Uncle Mu! I’m the son of Zhang Xiao’en from Pingyuan, Zhang He. Do you remember me? The last time my father invited you to a meal, I was also there accompanying you. How come you’re also in Tianhe? It’s such a coincidence to run into you here!"

Zhang He babbled on and on, but Mu Kongwen didn’t even acknowledge him, striding straight towards Ye Fei instead.

Upon reaching close to Ye Fei, he clasped his hands together, gave a slight bow, and said, "Mr. Ye, I may not be worthy, but please accept my greetings."