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Chapter 71 Ye Wensheng's Advice

Seeing the unfamiliar number displayed on his phone, Ye Cheng immediately pressed the reject button.

The other party kept calling, seemingly oblivious to the situation.

Ye Cheng refused each time the call came.

After being refused five times, the other party finally stopped calling and instead sent a message: "I have something very important to tell you."

Ye Cheng felt that the other party was definitely not making things up, so he took the initiative to call back.

The phone was answered as soon as it rang, and a deep voice came from the other end: "Son, is it a convenient time to talk?"

It was Ye Wensheng.

Ye Chenghan said coldly, his face grim, "Spit it out!"

Ye Wensheng, who had long been in a position of power, didn't take it seriously and asked with concern, "Tell me the truth, where did you learn your kung fu?"

I've investigated your entire background and found that you've never learned kung fu.

Ye Cheng's heart skipped a beat: "What are you trying to say?"

Ye Wensheng said cryptically, "There are many things in this world that you have never understood."

If your skills were not acquired through normal channels, you must be very careful when using them, or simply not use them at all.

Otherwise, if someone finds out, even I won't be able to save you.

Ye Cheng feigned ignorance and said, "What are you talking about? Why don't I understand? Can you explain in more detail?"

Ye Wensheng said solemnly, "I'm sorry, son, that's all I can say. The more you know, the less good it will do for you."

Just remember this: never show off your skills in front of outsiders.

Ye Cheng knew that someone had been protecting him in secret.

However, he didn't want to accept Ye Wensheng's favor, which is why he fought back yesterday, revealing a certain level of his strength.

I never expected Ye Wensheng to care so much about this matter.

This made him even more curious about the mysterious person who taught him kung fu.

It seems that practicing martial arts is a taboo subject in China.

Ordinary people are not qualified to cultivate; if they cultivate on their own, they will attract endless trouble.

Ye Wensheng should know more inside information, but he is very wary and doesn't even dare to explain it in detail to his own son.

The mysterious person who taught him kung fu had repeatedly emphasized that medical skills could be used freely, but kung fu could not be used casually unless there was a major problem that could not be solved.

Ye Cheng showed no appreciation whatsoever: "No need to trouble yourself, I know what to do."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Ye Wensheng stared at the silent phone and fell silent as well: "I hope it's not what I think. You won't hurt our son, right?"

Ye Cheng also fell into deep thought: "If you can't use kung fu, what's the point of learning it!"

Even the eldest son of the Ye family, a prominent young master in the capital, is so wary of this matter, which shows how taboo it is.

Looks like I'll have to be more careful in the future.

Just as he was pondering this, a luxury car suddenly pulled up in front of his car.

A group of boisterous thugs got out of the car.

Even worse, some people sat directly on the hood of his car, slapped it a few times, and arrogantly said, "Whose crap is this? Don't you know this is our designated parking space?"

Ye Cheng didn't pretend he couldn't hear. Instead, he opened the car door and greeted everyone, "Brothers, this is my car."

What's wrong with me? Am I in your way?

"Look, I can't drive. Can we wait until my companion comes back?"

A young man with a scar on his eyebrow, who was sitting on the hood of the car, jumped off and said, "Holy crap, there's someone in the car!"

He walked to the back door, lit a cigarette, blew a smoke ring at Ye Cheng, and said arrogantly, "Kid, you have ten seconds to get out of here."

Ye Cheng said kindly, "Brother, please be lenient with me. I have a problem with my legs, and I can't even walk, let alone drive."

The young man, named Wei Dabiao, flew into a rage when Ye Cheng refused: "Don't talk nonsense to me. If you don't leave now, you'll have to pay a million yuan in parking fees."

Ye Cheng remained calm and composed, saying, "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

Wei Dabiao chuckled wickedly, "Is it that obvious? You're absolutely right, I'm blackmailing you, so what!"

Ye Cheng said, "Then wait a moment. I'll let you extort money from her. Ling Suqiu, the director of Shen's Group, will come over after the banquet. You can talk to her about what you have to say."

Wei Dabiao threw his cigarette butt at Ye Cheng's face, intending to say something arrogant, but Ye Cheng flicked it away, and the cigarette butt immediately went into Wei Dabiao's mouth, burning him so badly that he grimaced and cried out in pain.

When he came to his senses, he became even more enraged and threw a punch at Ye Cheng.

Ye Chengping stretched out his arm in an unremarkable manner, and before Wei Dabiao's fist could strike him, he pointed a finger at Wei Dabiao's waist.

In an instant, Wei Dabiao felt an unbearable pain all over his body, as if ants were biting him, and he kept retreating while howling in pain.

His accomplices rushed over upon seeing this, intending to tear Ye Cheng apart. However, before they could even touch Ye Cheng, they, like Wei Dabiao, collapsed to the ground in agony, howling incessantly.

Ye Cheng looked at them helplessly: "Can't you talk things out properly? Why do you have to resort to violence?"

"You have ten seconds to disappear from my sight, or I'll give you a million each!"

Wei Dabiao was in excruciating pain and itching, but when he heard Ye Cheng trying to extort a million from him, he couldn't help but protest, "Damn it, that's my line!"

Ye Cheng calmly asked, "So, are you going to give it to me, or are you going to give it to me?"

"I've already told you I'm working for Ling Suqiu, the director of the Shen Group. You still dare to mess with me? You're courting death!"

Wei Dabiao denied it, saying, "Impossible, you are definitely not one of Director Ling's people!"

Ye Cheng asked with interest, "Really? How do you know I'm not one of Director Ling's people?"

Wei Dabiao opened his mouth, then suddenly realized what he meant and retorted, "Do you know who I am!"

Ye Cheng sneered, "You're just a dying man. You have five seconds to think."

When the time comes, death will ensue!

Wei Dabiao's accomplices quickly begged for mercy, "Brother Biao, hurry up and give us the money, we don't want to die!"

Wei Dabiao dared not gamble: "I'll give it, I'll give it, okay!"

Ye Cheng suddenly added, "It's fine if you don't give me money, just slap yourself a hundred times, and the medicine will cure you."

Wei Dabiao: "Fuck you..."

Ye Cheng: "You have one second to think."

pop... pop...

The sounds of slaps echoed one after another.

Ye Cheng looked in the direction of the hotel and muttered to himself, "Let's see how you test me next."

Du Miaowei, who was in the distance, put away her binoculars and took out her phone to make a call.

"Hey, those guys didn't succeed. I don't know what methods Ye Cheng used, but they all fell to the ground."

He's slapping himself in the face right now; Ye Cheng hasn't even left the train car.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Du Miaowei hung up the phone and returned to the snack stall: "Boss, are my skewers ready?"

"immediately."

Just as Ye Cheng was enjoying watching Wei Dabiao slap himself, Du Miaowei's surprised voice came over: "Brother Ye, what's going on? What are they doing?"

Ye Cheng leaned out and looked at Du Miaowei, who was carrying a food box, and said, "They said our car was in their parking space and they tried to extort a million from me."

So, I taught them a lesson.

Du Miaowei then asked, "What did you do to them?"