The call connected, and on the other end, Zheng Guozhong was profusely apologizing, explaining the situation with Ye Feng's call yesterday, saying he had drunk too much last night.

Ye Feng quickly stopped him from saying these polite but unnecessary words.

He instructed him to arrange some New Year's gifts and told him the recipients, asking him to choose carefully.

Zheng Guozhong quickly nodded in agreement.

Ye Feng wasn't sure what to send to Aunt Liu and Tu Yongheng, so he let Zheng Guozhong handle it himself.

As an old hand in the business world, he should be able to manage such a simple task.

As for the video issue.

Although the group's PR department was on holiday, Zheng Guozhong still agreed to take care of it.

He assigned the PR department manager, who was already on leave, to handle this matter.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Feng felt a bit dizzy and saw that it was already past eight o'clock.

He quickly got out of bed, shivering as he did so.

He went to the living room and looked out the window, noticing that it had started to drizzle, bringing a chill with it.

The scene outside was somewhat blurred, and a bone-chilling cold swept over him, making him hug his chest tightly.

Winter in the south, with its cold wind and continuous rain, was enough to make one shiver.

This cold was different from the continuous snow in the Northwest, more piercing and unbearable.

Zheng Guozhong's efficiency was very high; within just an hour, two cars were parked downstairs at Ye Feng's place.

One was a Maybach, the other a Bentley, parked side by side at Ye Feng's doorstep.

Four people got out of the cars: Zheng Guozhong, Li Song, and two young men in suits.

They were likely the drivers.

Zheng Guozhong glanced around the environment, frowning slightly.

This was a small street, with an alley leading straight to the end, lined with densely packed old houses.

All the houses were built in the 1990s, with stone-washed exterior walls full of a sense of age.

Back then, there was a large sugar factory nearby, and the residents were mostly former factory workers. However, the factory later went bankrupt, and many workers lost their jobs. At that time, Chen Mei bought the current house at a low price from an unemployed worker.

She settled down here.

Decades later, these houses were covered with dark moss. Some families with better conditions had torn down and rebuilt their old houses.

Some simply renovated on the spot, changing the style to small Western-style villas.

However, most houses still retained their old-fashioned style.

Amidst a cluster of old houses, a few small villas stood out awkwardly.

Seeing this scene, the two looked at each other, each calculating in their minds, planning to buy a suitable house for Ye Feng.

From the moment they stopped the car, Ye Feng upstairs already knew it was Zheng Guozhong who had arrived.

He hurried downstairs and saw two luxury cars worth over ten million combined, along with the smiling round faces of Zheng Guozhong and Li Song.

Both were already middle-aged men, only three to five years older than Ye Feng, but years of socializing had given them both a bit of a belly, typical successful chubby uncles.

"Chairman Ye, we're here to wish you a Happy New Year!"

"Aren't you being a bit too high-profile?"

"Hurry up and come in!"

Ye Feng grumbled discontentedly and quickly invited the two inside, as it was still raining heavily outside.

The two chubby men stepped over the old iron gate and went inside, while the two drivers quickly took large bags of gifts from the trunk and followed them in.

The two cars parked at the entrance were indeed quite eye-catching.

Although there were quite a few luxury cars nearby, cars worth over ten million would attract a lot of attention here.

A neighbor in the distance looked at the astonishingly valuable luxury cars at the door, and the two people who got out were clearly not ordinary.

With their aura of authority and well-tailored luxurious suits, they exuded an extraordinary presence.

He was shocked, wondering who they could be.

What was even more unbelievable was that although the two looked impressive, clearly affluent, they were here to see Ye Feng.

Moreover, their demeanor was extremely humble. Although the distance was too far to hear what they were saying, this scene was already shocking in the neighbor's eyes.

Since Ye Feng returned, people in the alley had been talking, concluding that Ye Feng's life was ruined.

With an indelible criminal record, it would be difficult to achieve anything in society.

This was also why many neighbors were reluctant to have much contact with Ye Feng.

Just as he wanted to continue watching, Ye Feng's door had already closed.

Inside the house.

The two followed Ye Feng to the second floor and took their seats. Ye Feng personally brewed a pot of coarse tea, the kind that cost a few dozen yuan per pound.

It was something he had bought casually last time he went out with Luo Yan.

The two drivers placed the items on the second floor and then sensibly retreated to the first floor.

Ye Feng handed each of them a cup of tea, and they were flattered, holding the cups with both hands.

"Chairman Ye, your place is too simple!"

The two took a sip of tea, and Li Song glanced around before speaking.

"This is my ancestral home, and I find it comfortable to live here."

Ye Feng said calmly.

Indeed, Ye Feng was not a pretentious person.

Whether before his rise or in Xili Prison in the Northwest, he had endured great hardships.

It's not that he couldn't endure a simple life; on the contrary, he didn't deliberately pursue material comforts, but he wouldn't be stingy if he had the means.

The two understood deeply after hearing this, as they also didn't come from wealthy backgrounds.

They, too, had climbed from the bottom to their current positions, so they could naturally understand the feeling of living in an old house.

Ye Feng didn't like small talk, and the two knew his temperament, so they chatted openly.

After some casual conversation, they talked about the company's development, and Ye Feng briefly outlined the company's future direction.

The two listened with excitement and passion.

They planned to make a big push next year, expanding the group's market into more developed areas.

"Old Zheng, do you know someone named He Chunqing in the company?"

Ye Feng suddenly asked, recalling He Chunqing.

"I do. He's the manager of the mall in the neighboring city. HR plans to transfer him back to Liancheng after the New Year to take over my previous position."

"I only saw the appointment decision submitted from below recently."

Zheng Guozhong said cautiously.

His eyes discreetly swept over Ye Feng, who remained calm and unreadable.

"Then have him guard the mall entrance."

Ye Feng ordered.

Zheng Guozhong was stunned, not knowing how Ye Feng knew about this person.

But he was already mourning for He Chunqing. A simple sentence was enough to bring him from heaven to hell.

Although Zheng Guozhong was puzzled by Ye Feng's decision, he didn't ask further, as He Chunqing had nothing to do with him.

He quickly responded, "Okay, I'll arrange it then."

After speaking, he gave a meaningful glance at Li Song beside him.

Li Song almost broke into a cold sweat because he had agreed to He Chunqing's promotion.

He didn't expect Chairman Ye to specifically name him to guard the entrance, realizing that Ye Feng might have a conflict with He Chunqing.

His heart was in his throat, fearing that the matter would implicate him.

Li Song had no real connection with He Chunqing, nor did he intentionally want to promote him.

He just didn't know what method the other party used to win over Li Song's wife, who persistently persuaded him.

Li Song, unable to bear it, agreed to his wife's request to transfer He Chunqing back to Liancheng Mall.

At this moment, Li Song was furious, silently cursing his wife countless times.

However, he was also relieved that Ye Feng didn't seem to want to dig deeper, only instructing to remove He Chunqing.

He Chunqing didn't know that the Ye Feng he thought he had surpassed and could manipulate at will could decide his fate with just a word, bringing him from heaven to hell.