Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

There was no room before, and there will never be.

Whether it was between her and the Qin family, or between her and Qin Zhan, it was a dead end from the very beginning.

Since it was already clear that Yaowangtang's accident was all man-made, there was no need for Hao Tian to come forward.

Song Ye walked into the hospital alone and took the elevator to the top. This is the private space reserved for the dean.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, the little secretary who was in charge of the door immediately greeted him, "Excuse me, this lady, this is the dean's office. Do you have an appointment?"

Appointments, of course, are not.

Song Ye raised his smiling face, and his delicate face was dazzling, "My surname is Qin, and I am a relative of the dean. I have some personal matters with the dean. We met before, have you forgotten?"

The little secretary wanted to shake his head suspiciously, but his eyes gradually became a little confused. After thinking for a long time, his response was a little slow: "Oh, it's Miss Qin, please come in, the dean is resting in the office."

Song Ye smiled and nodded at the other party. The moment he passed the secretary, a strange fragrance wafted from his body. Noticing that the other party was not following, she rubbed the black stone bracelet on her wrist, and was very satisfied with the hypnotic effect of the hypnotic incense developed by Diana.

Unimpeded all the way from the white corridor to the door in the middle, Song Ye always felt that the Qin family lived a luxurious life, and the decoration on the top floor was quite different from the downstairs.

When he pushed the door and went in, a man and a woman who were having a lively commotion in front of the desk were in the state of carrying their guns and suddenly saw the girl appearing at the door. Half of the old man who could be the grandpa of the little nurse almost wilted.

"Who are you, and who let you in, Xiaoqin, Xiaoqin, come here for me." The old man was furious, and while he was in a hurry to get dressed, he didn't forget to call out to the little secretary outside.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut, and the sound-insulated door panel cut off all the sound.

Song Ye walked to the sofa as usual and took a seat, "Don't worry, President Qin, I have no interest in taking pictures of you and me." She was also afraid that she might get her eyes dirty.

"Who are you? This is a private place. If you don't make it clear, I will immediately call the security guard." The old man gave her a sideways glance, but when his eyes fell on Song Ye's face, he suddenly stopped.

"Move your eyeballs, or I'll take it away later." Song Ye gathered the loose strands of hair around his ears and looked at the office environment, but he made a vicious threat in his mouth.

The old man also immediately felt that the caller was unkind, and moved to the side of the phone unconsciously. As soon as he stretched out his hand to grab the receiver to make a call, he suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then with a bang, he saw the button on the landline. A swiss army knife was sticking out brightly.

The girl played with the other saber in her hand, her eyes were cold, and her tone was a little playful, "If President Qin is unwilling to cooperate, I can't guarantee where the next knife will fly."

Pat, the old man shook his hand, and the receiver in his hand fell instantly, his body swayed, and his legs became soft, "You, who are you and what do you want to do?"

"Introduce myself, I'm the master of Yaowangtang, Song Ye." The girl held the blade with a polite smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Yaowangtang..." The old man's eyes flashed obviously, and he felt a little guilty subconsciously, "Why don't you and my Yuming Hospital's well water do not make river water?"

Almost now, the capital is public and private, and large and small hospitals do not welcome people from Yaowangtang, because this year, Yaowangtang has been very popular and almost robbed the upper-level resources.

"I'm here to ask President Qin to do me a favor." Song Ye spread his hands and said bluntly, "I know that the dozen or so hospitalized patients downstairs were arranged by Mr. Qin, and the people from Yaowangtang couldn't visit them. So I want you to help me with the conversation."

The old man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Song Ye to get straight to the point. After all, it was the child who didn't understand the way and the rules, and offended the owner of the family when he was just starting out. Thinking of this, his heart was settled, and it was only from the fading shadow. After recovering, he walked over to the sofa and sat down, feeling a little smug about his home game, "I didn't expect that Yaowangtang, the all-powerful business world, was the property of a little girl like you. Haha, before you had the support of an old man, you could eat well in the capital, but now The old man wants you to finish playing, and I just follow orders, after all, my surname is Qin, isn't it?"

The attitude of asking for help is so arrogant, the old man is trying to let her know how powerful he is, "I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, this matter won't be brewing for a long time, the old man will make a big move, and if you come to the door now, I guess he won't See you. But here, if you're more sincere, maybe I can reduce your losses."

Song Ye could feel the other person's eyes scrutinizing her all the time, as if they were appraising the goods, which made people feel disgusting.

"Oh? What do you want me to ask to help me?" She lowered her eyes slightly, her voice was cold and cold, and she sat there quietly in a white dress, serene and elegant, like a figure walking out of a painting.

"Hehe, you have such a means to get the old man to support Yaowangtang, you won't understand." The old man was so moved that his heart was itching, and the good thing that was interrupted just now was a little impulsive, "Song Ye, you should know the old man. Yaowangtang can’t keep it, and the lawsuit you will have to bear at that time, I am afraid you will have to sit through the old bottom, why don’t you follow me now, and I can keep you.”

Such a beautiful face, it's a pity to go to jail.

After listening to the other party's calculations, Song Ye couldn't help but chuckle, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "What if I don't follow?"

"No?" The old man just held her up as if she was desperate, "Then you can spend your whole life in prison."

He believed that Song Ye had nowhere to go to find him directly. Old Master Qin's methods were well known, and he didn't think the other party had any chance of turning over.

But just when he was thinking so eloquently, there was a flower in front of him, and suddenly he felt a chill in his neck. When he realized it, the girl did not know when he had stood in front of him, the Swiss Army knife in his hand was right. Brightly pressed against his neck, "It seems that I can't please President Qin because of this busyness, so let's use another method."

The girl's cold and unwavering voice just fell, and the Swiss Army knife slammed around the old man's neck. Back down.

"Ah...uh..." The old man couldn't help screaming in agony, but just as he opened his mouth, a small hand quickly covered his mouth again.