Nan Zhen looked panicked, giving Su Zhiqiang a meaningful glance.
Su Zhiqiang nodded in understanding, snatched the loudspeaker from the officer, and angrily yelled, "Hurry up, tell your men to stop whatever they're doing."
The officer was stunned for a moment and then asked with annoyance, "Who are you?"
"We're Mr. Ye's friends!" Nan Zhen said impatiently, "Hurry and make your people stop."
The officer was indeed bluffed, waved to his men, ready to make them stop.
At this moment, Ye Huan spoke up coldly, "Don't listen to them, they're not my friends. Just keep moving things in."
"Hey kid, what are you babbling about, when did we say you were our friend? Who do you think you are? Go look in the mirror before you speak, alright."
After giving a scornful look, Nan Zhen turned to the officer and ordered, "Hurry up, make your men stop working."
"You're not Mr. Ye's friends, what right do you have to order me around."
The officer was unapologetic, spitting as he spoke to Nan Zhen's face.
This morning, before coming over, he had called "Mr. Ye" and remembered "Mr. Ye's" voice.
It was indeed this handsome guy in front of him.
"You're talking nonsense, we are Mr. Ye's friends!"
"Hurry up and make your men stop!"
"Otherwise, be careful, we'll complain to Mr. Ye and have him return all your goods, and you won't be able to do business!"
Nan Zhen shouted angrily, feeling furious inside, a mere worker dared to treat him , it really was a case of the tiger being bullied by dogs when fallen into bad luck.
The officer showed no fear and retorted, "Mr. Ye himself said you are not his friends, yet you keep stubbornly denying it?"
Nan Zhen and Su Zhiqiang spoke out simultaneously.
"Ye Huan, Mr. Ye said it!" The officer pointed at Ye Huan.
Nan Zhen and Su Zhiqiang froze simultaneously.
The two of them inexplicably felt a chill down their spines.
"What he says is useless."
"My friend Mr. Ye is not this Ye Huan."
"The friend I'm talking about, known as Mr. Ye, is the owner of Tingxiang Pavilion, the one who ordered this batch of furniture from you, got it?"
Nan Zhen steadied himself, stubbornly speaking out.
"I don't know anything about the owner of Tingxiang Pavilion you're talking about."
"But I do know, a lady ordered a batch of furniture worth 14,000,000 yuan with us using the name Ye Huan, Mr. Ye, instructing us to deliver them to Tingxiang Pavilion at Golden Shore."
"If Mr. Ye Huan is not the owner of Tingxiang Pavilion, why would that lady order so many pieces of furniture to be delivered here?"
The officer returned to the truck, took down a more than one-meter-long receipt, and dangled the bottom part of it in front of Nan Zhen.
Nan Zhen and Su Zhiqiang stared wide-eyed at the name signed on the receipt!
What, it really is Ye Huan!?
Delivery Address: Golden Shore - Tingxiang Pavilion!
And it's been paid for!?
Both of them shuddered involuntarily, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Indeed, just as the officer analyzed.
If Ye Huan wasn't the owner of Tingxiang Pavilion, how could "that lady" idly order a batch of furniture worth over ten million to be sent here?
If she was really idle, "that lady" wouldn't have actually paid for it!
If paid for, it means a real purchase order!
But if it's a real order, doesn't that prove…
Doesn't it prove that the owner of Tingxiang Pavilion is indeed Ye Huan!
But how is this possible!
Both Nan Zhen and Su Zhiqiang displayed looks of disbelief.
But whether they believed it or not, the facts were laid before their eyes!
Nan Zhen recalled when Ye Huan previously mentioned the villa grade, after saying one "S" he made the first syllable of the next "S!"
Ye Huan wanted to say SSS, but was interrupted by me!
I did hear the second "si" syllable at the time, but I didn't think much of it.
Because I never imagined that the owner of Tingxiang Pavilion, one of those top villas in the Capital City that countless people dream of but can't have, would be Ye Huan!
This villa is the dream of so many people, and now it's Ye Huan's property!
Thinking of this, a sense of envy, jealousy, and hatred stirred wildly in Nan Zhen's heart…
Su Zhiqiang felt the same, filled with extreme envy, jealousy, and hatred…
This is not the time for envy, jealousy, and hatred!
Recalling the call we placed earlier to the security to deal with the illegal intruders, both of our throats unconsciously tightened.
Ye Huan is the owner of Tingxiang Pavilion, not an illegal intruder!
The illegal intruders are the two of us!
Priorly when Ye Huan told us to get out, he really had the qualification!
Once the security arrives, the ones getting beaten up will surely not be Ye Huan, but the two of us!
"Zhiqiang, quickly…let's go!" Nan Zhen shouted in panic, pulling Su Zhiqiang out of his daze.
Su Zhiqiang understood why Nan Zhen was so anxious, and with a face full of fear, pushed Nan Zhen, urging him to run out.
Ye Huan didn't intend to let them off easily, kicking out with his foot.
Su Zhiqiang, along with his wheelchair, fell flat on his face.
Meanwhile, Nan Zhen plunged headfirst to the ground, groaning in pain.
At this time, a group of strong security guards rushed in, holding batons, angrily shouting, "Who dares illegally invade Tingxiang Pavilion!"
Upon seeing Ye Huan, they all stood at attention.
When Lilu moved in, she made a trip to the property management at Golden Shore.
She took out a photo, handed it to the property manager, and instructed that the man in the photo was the true owner of Tingxiang Pavilion.
After all, being the owner of the only SSS-level villa at Golden Shore, property management dared not neglect, so they circulated the photo among all company staff, including the security team.
The security guards recognized Ye Huan immediately and saluted.
Ye Huan glanced at the name tag on the lead security guard's chest and twitched his mouth.
Security Captain — Dai Xiongzhao.
This name… is quite bizarre.
He shook his head and didn't think much about it.
Ye Huan pointed to Nan Zhen and Su Zhiqiang on the ground and said,
"Captain Dai, these two illegally invaded Tingxiang Pavilion."
"Please 'properly' deal with them, let them learn a lesson."
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