"Yes, that's normal."
Yang Feng added a spoonful of sugar, stirred it, took a small sip, put down his coffee, looked at Lin Yoona, and asked, "How has your grandfather been lately?"
I still care a little about that old general; he was a soldier who had once led my father.
He planned to visit the old general in a few days to learn more about his father's military service.
"Huh? You mean my grandfather?" Im Yoona was slightly taken aback, then quickly realized what she meant and said:
“My grandfather is in very good condition recently. I feel that he has become more than ten years younger. He has now left the military nursing home and lives at home. He goes to the park to practice Tai Chi every morning and has a very good appetite.”
"Oh, really?" Upon hearing this, Yang Feng smiled faintly, stirred his coffee, and then took a sip.
“My dad said that it was all thanks to you that my grandpa was able to recover. I want to thank you again here. Thank you so much.”
Lin Yoona stared intently at the nonchalant Yang Feng and said seriously.
"Hehe, so how do you plan to thank me?"
Yang Feng looked up at Lin Yoona and smiled slightly.
"I...I don't know~"
Yoona pouted and shook her head. Then, as if she had thought of something, she opened her mouth slightly but was too embarrassed to say it. Her face flushed slightly.
Just then, a rapid, old-fashioned ringtone suddenly sounded. Yang Feng felt in his pocket, took out the phone, and looked at the number that had called. It was Heng Qing.
He then glanced at Yoona, whose face was filled with curiosity, and answered the phone.
"Young Master Yang, when the Green Bamboo Gang arrived at our Phoenix Hotel, they drove away all the guests, injured dozens of our brothers, and smashed up the entire place. They even said they would come back this afternoon to take back the hotel and that we should prepare the transfer rights, or they would take action."
On the other end of the phone, Hengqing looked at the shattered chairs and tables around him, as well as dozens of injured underlings, and said with a furrowed brow.
"The Green Bamboo Society? Ha! What's meant to come will come. I'm coming right now." Yang Feng sneered, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes, before hanging up the phone.
Seeing that he had hung up the phone, Lim Yoona kindly said:
"Yang Feng, is there something else you need to take care of? Go and resolve it first."
"Hmm." Yang Feng glanced at her, put the old-fashioned phone into his pocket, turned around and quickly left the coffee shop. He hailed a taxi outside and headed to the Phoenix Hotel.
Watching the taxi disappear into the distance, Yoona's beautiful eyes suddenly dimmed. They had only spent less than half an hour alone together before parting ways. The next time they would meet would probably be at the music festival competition.
It was thanks to the music festival competition that she was able to meet him.
Soon, the taxi stopped next to the Phoenix Hotel. Yang Feng opened the door and got out, walking inside with a dusty look on his face. Seeing the mess inside, he felt very calm.
Since this wasn't something I created with my own hard work, I didn't care too much about it, but it was just another waste of money...
"Young Master Yang, you've arrived?!"
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 200 Qingtian Club
"Hmm, how are you all?"
Yang Feng nodded, stopped, and said.
"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Yang. Our brothers only suffered minor injuries and are resting in their hotel rooms. They should recover in a few days. However… the Green Bamboo Society is arriving this afternoon. Their influence is truly vast; I'm worried…"
Hengqing had no injuries and stepped forward to speak to Yang Feng.
"At worst, we'll fight them to the death. We can't just hand over the Phoenix Hotel business so easily. We've only just started, and if they destroy it like this, what will we do?"
At this moment, Huang Shan gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and spoke, revealing a blue scar on his forehead.
"Fight them? Heh, why should we fight? You two gather your uninjured underlings and come with me to the Green Bamboo Society."
Yang Feng smiled faintly, his eyes flashing with cold-blooded intent. He turned and walked to the door, saying calmly.
Upon hearing this, the two were stunned. Going directly to the Green Bamboo Society now would be nothing short of suicide!
"What are you waiting for? Go now." Yang Feng turned around, his brows furrowed, and said in an undeniable tone.
"good."
Heng Qing nodded slightly. He understood that the Qingzhu Society was very powerful. However, the Qingzhu Society's sphere of influence was extremely large; it had essentially established itself as the dominant force in Yanjing.
If we rush over there now, even if we manage to break in, we'll be stirring up a hornet's nest.
But Hengqing still decided to trust Yang Feng. Even if they didn't go on their own, the people from the Green Bamboo Society would come sooner or later. If they lost even their newly established base, the Phoenix Hotel, what would they be left with?
He led nearly two hundred underlings and set off in a grand procession with Yang Feng.
Passersby looked at each other in bewilderment and made way for each other, as if something terrible was about to happen.
Qingtian Club is the largest and most prestigious club in Yanjing City.
Top-tier is just one of many, but the biggest is unparalleled.
This is where the Green Bamboo Society gathers the most people; it can be considered a major base, or even a headquarters in Yanjing.
"Young Master Yang... are we really going to lead so many brothers and just charge straight in like this!?"
Seeing Yang Feng's posture, Heng Qing couldn't help but swallow and speak.