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Chapter 812: Feng Jingyao's death

"Mr. Feng, we're meeting again."

Xu Wenqiang took off his hat and looked at him calmly.

Feng Jingyao's expression was complicated and his face was unstable.

He never expected that it was Xu Wenqiang who bought his manor.

Looking up at the brightly lit manor, Xu Wenqiang's mood was a little indescribable.

He once fantasized that one day he could live in such a luxurious manor.

But he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

There are also forces of the Southern Gang behind Yaxing. Xu Wenqiang knew about it on the day Feng Jingyao found Yaxing.

He still admires Feng Jingyao's decisiveness.

If Xu Wenqiang encountered such a situation himself, he thought he could not do so as decisively as Feng Jingyao to escape.

The family business I have worked hard to sell is so cheap, and I am really willing to give it up.

However, Feng Jingyao's actions were indeed fast. If Xu Wenqiang had not been paying close attention to his movements since he learned the news, he might have asked him to run away.

"I'm convinced."

Feng Jingyao lowered his head dejectedly and sighed helplessly: "I admit that I can't play with you. I just want you to let me go. I will leave Shanghai and never come back."

"Didn't you just plan to leave Shang Hai and never come back?"

Xu Wenqiang said with a smile, then put his hands behind his back, looked at the crystal chandelier above his head, and said casually: "Don't worry, I'm here this time just to buy a house, I don't care about other things."

Feng Jingyao immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Yaman stepped forward at the right time and handed over the contract: "Boss Feng, this is a contract, you have a look at it."

Feng Jingyao took it and browsed it quickly, but found that the content in the contract was exactly the same as what he had agreed with Yaman before.

This kid didn't lower the price anymore?

After seeing Xu Wenqiang, he was ready to at least make a full discount, but Xu Wenqiang did not take any action, which surprised him and was still a little moved.

"I'm fine."

Feng Jingyao signed the name directly on the contract and handed it to Xu Wenqiang.

After taking it, Xu Wenqiang didn't even look at it. He signed the name directly at the signature and handed the contract back to the Teeth.

When the contract was signed, Feng Jingyao took out the house deed and other procedures and handed it over to Xu Wenqiang.

After taking the deed and taking a look, Xu Wenqiang asked, "Boss Feng will leave tonight?"

Feng Jingyao said seriously: "Don't worry, I will leave Shanghai before tomorrow."

"good."

Xu Wenqiang nodded and was about to turn around and leave, but Feng Jingyao called him.

"Director Xu."

He asked with a complicated expression: "I want to ask, is Cheng Cheng on your side?"

"Cheng Cheng?"

Xu Wenqiang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I have never seen her before."

He did not directly deny it because he didn't know if Feng Chengcheng was on Fernan's side.

Hearing his words, Feng Jingyao sighed and said to him: "If you have the opportunity to see her, please tell her that whether she recognizes me or not, I only have her as a daughter."

Xu Wenqiang was silent for a moment and nodded: "I understand."

After saying that, he put on his hat and turned around and left.

Looking at his figure leaving, Feng Jingyao's face gradually became gloomy.

Unexpectedly! Unexpectedly.

One day, Feng Jingyao would fall into such a land, selling houses and land, and he would have to be grateful to his former younger brother for not taking advantage of the situation. This is simply a shame.

But no matter how shameful he is, he has to hold it in, because it is all caused by his own fault.

He couldn't help but fantasize that if he had always supported Fernan unswervingly, would he be Xu Wenqiang today?

Alas... I still don’t think about it anymore. There is no medicine for regret in this world. The more I think about it, the more I feel sad.

Axiang came forward to report: "Master, the ladies have already packed up. Are we going to set off now?"

Turning back to look at the familiar room, Feng Jingyao nodded with a sigh and said, "We have a lot of things, let's get on the boat first!"

Outside the manor, Xu Wenqiang got into the co-pilot and drove towards the Shiliupu Wharf.

Inside the car, he rushed to the two young men sitting in the back seat and said, "Be cleaner. After doing it, a boat will pick you up and leave Shanghai."

The two young men were wearing coarse cloth clothes and dark-skinned. They looked like men who had been doing physical labor all year round, and looked very brave.

Nodded, the car stopped at the intersection outside the dock, and they pushed the door and got out of the car and walked towards the dock.

The car drove outside the bank building in the distance and stopped. Xu Wenqiang sat in the car and waited silently.

The pier is busy all night, time passes quickly, and it is getting brighter.

Several carriages followed the two cars outside the dock, and Feng Jingyao and two crying concubines got out of the back seat of the car in front.

Seeing the large amount of luggage on the carriage behind, the hard-working hustlemen waiting outside the dock rushed up and helped unload their luggage.

Axiang watched by the car to prevent any of them from catching fish in troubled waters and stealing their luggage.

Soon the liberals brought their luggage onto the boat, put them in the position where the butler pointed, and then returned to the butler to ask for wages.

Axiang counted his luggage and reached out to touch it, but his arms were empty and his money bag was gone.

After touching it from left to right, he still couldn't find the money bag and couldn't help but slap himself in the face.

He came to Feng Jingyao, who was breathing in the bow of the boat in annoyed manner. He blamed himself for reporting the loss of the money bag to Feng Jingyao.

Feng Jingyao, who was already in a bad mood, immediately scolded him.

After scolding someone, Feng Jingyao took off his pocket watch and threw it to Axiang.

He doesn't have cash on him, and Axiang is in charge of change like this.

The pocket watch is Western, with exquisite workmanship and pure gold shell. It is valuable and it is really too much to pay for the wages.

There was no choice but to ask people all over the boat to see if he could use his pocket watch to exchange for some money to pay the wages.

But the thugs over there were impatient waiting and shouting louder and louder.

Suddenly, someone shouted: "The noble man is rich, so it's better to give some rewards to his brothers for drinking. If you leave your brothers alone, you will delay a lot of work!"

As he said that, a group of hard-working men rushed up and surrounded Feng Jingyao for wages.

"Who is Feng Jingyao? Will you save your salary of three or five yuan?"

Feng Jingyao tried his best to argue, but he could not say how many people talked.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his heart, and his whole body seemed to be pulled away. His body became weak and he sat down.

The Lifu still shouted indignantly. Suddenly, someone noticed the blood on Feng Jingyao's chest with sharp eyes. He couldn't help but exclaim. The crowd spread out, revealing Feng Jingyao who was covering his chest and gasping for breathing. He seemed to be out of life.

Axiang borrowed money and came back. When he saw this scene, he screamed and rushed up.

In the crowd, two young men dressed in a leeway retreated quietly and quickly left.

Seeing this, the rest of the Lifu hurriedly ran away, not even needing wages.

Outside the dock, Xu Wenqiang saw the two men who were flashing into the cottage and quickly changed into clothes. He nodded with satisfaction and ordered the driver: "Let's go!"
Chapter completed!
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