Seeing Lin Beifan's busy figure, Ye Xingchen felt a little moved at this moment!
As a boss, the other party could always be sympathetic to his subordinates, caring for them, giving them authority when needed, and providing monetary rewards when appropriate, without a single complaint.
As a friend, he could chat and laugh with Lin Beifan, and Lin Beifan came to him immediately when he was in danger.
No matter if as a boss or a friend, Lin Beifan had done more than enough!
Almost flawless!
At least, Ye Xingchen couldn't be like Lin Beifan!
Moreover, the other party had also saved his life!
"If only we were not enemies!"
Ye Xingchen woke up with a start and shook his head sharply: "I can't let a little kindness make me forget the hatred! The other party robbed me of my woman, destroyed my mercenary group, ruined my career, and treated me like a stray dog driven out of the Yan Kingdom! I have to avenge this, or else what was the point of this rebirth?"
"At most...at most, I'll let him live in the future!"
Avenging Lin Beifan is a must, and avenging those men in black is even more imperative!
Ye Xingchen fell into contemplation, gathering his thoughts on where this group of people came from.
First, there are not many people with that kind of power.
Second, looking at their clothes, they all came from one organization or group, and there are not many such organizations and groups.
Third, the other party attacked him so ruthlessly, indicating that the two sides had hatred between them.
Fourth, they are all from the Yan Kingdom, or people with the blood of the Yan Kingdom.
Fifth, their style seems somewhat familiar.
...
Finally, after careful thinking, he locked onto the final target.
"The Zhao Family! Dragon King Zhao Tian!"
He didn't know why the other party wanted to attack him.
There had been no conflicts between them in this new life.
However, since he was attacked by them, he would have to make them pay the corresponding price!
Ye Xingchen looked sharply: "You wait for me! When I am healed, I will pay you back a hundred times, a thousand times what you did to me! I, the God of War Ye Xingchen, do what I say!"
On the other side, the Eight Great Kings returned to their base.
When the Dragon King Zhao Tian heard their report, he was greatly shocked: "What did you say? You actually beat the God of War Ye Xingchen so severely? He is the renowned God of War, and his strength is extremely powerful. How could you beat him so badly?"
"Yes, Dragon King, the humble one speaks no lie! The other party couldn't withstand us for even two minutes, his strength is only that much. He is unworthy of the name God of War!" One of the men in black said disdainfully.
"Dragon King, according to the news we just received, Ye Xingchen has been rescued by Lin Beifan and admitted to the hospital! He is still in the ICU for treatment, and his injuries are indeed serious!"
Zhao Tian closed his eyes, digesting this heavy news.
"If what you said is true, then it can only mean that the strength of the God of War Ye Xingchen has regressed!"
Zhao Tian opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth bent into a 45-degree angle, and he smiled contemptuously: "Heh! Drunk on money all day, drunk on dreams, and helping Lin Beifan abuse others, such a person is destined to not go far! Ye Xingchen, you are no longer worthy of being my opponent!"
"The Dragon King has spoken wisely!" The men in black said in unison.
"Since the other party is as good as dead, don't worry about him for the time being! Give me your full attention to Lin Beifan, and pay attention to his every move! This person, you must not be careless with, never, ever!"
"Yes, Dragon King!"
...
At this time, the two closest protagonists were lying in the hospital, and Lin Beifan felt it was much quieter around him.
Then, taking advantage of this time, he and Chu Ruoxue renegotiated the value of the land.
In the end, after bargaining, the price of the land was only increased by 500 million, and the total value was calculated as 7 billion, which was recorded as an equity interest.
The reason for this was that Chu Ruoxue wanted to raise money from Lin Beifan to help her group get through their financial crisis.
According to the agreement, in a three-year period, a total low-interest loan scale of no more than 7 billion could be borrowed from Lin Beifan.
That means she could borrow many times, but the total loan size at any given time cannot exceed 7 billion.
If the money was not paid back, then the land would belong entirely to Lin Beifan.
After the discussion, Chu Ruoxue glared at Lin Beifan angrily: "It's really a loss to do business with you! It took so much effort just to raise the price by 500 million!"
Lin Beifan glared back: "I'm the one who lost out! I promised to lend you up to 7 billion funds within three years, which means that 7 billion funds will be idle and wasted! If those 7 billion funds were put into the capital market instead, imagine how much I could make."
Chu Ruoxue fussed: "You make money so fast, what's the point of a few hundred million less? My land is a golden treasure. As long as it's developed, it can bring tens of billions of income every year!"
"Who would think that's too much money? Nevermind, I'm going to the hospital!" Lin Beifan stood up.
"Going to the hospital? Are you sick?" Chu Ruoxue asked with concern.
Lin Beifan shook his head: "I'm fine, but my brother Ye was injured and hospitalized! Two days ago, he was attacked and sent to the hospital by a group of unknown men in black clothes. He was seriously injured!"
Chu Ruoxue folded her hands together: "God bless him!"
"Are you praying for him?"
"No! I'm repaying my wish, thanking God for helping to make my wish come true!"
Lin Beifan: "..."