A black line appeared on Ye Qingmei's crystal clear forehead, and she said softly at this moment: "This man is the servant of the old sect master, and he has been by his side for decades."

"Later, after the old door owner rebuilt the Hong Kong Gambling Yemen, he has been the manager."

"After the old sect master retired and my father came to power, this Director Ye has been by the old matriarch's side to spend the rest of his life."

"Just treat him as the chief eunuch in the palace."

"All in all, he gambled on Yemen's status in Hong Kong."

"It can be regarded as a big man who doesn't show his mountains and water, but has terrifying strength."

"However, even if my father sees him, he should be polite."

"I didn't expect that even he came. It seems that grandma is really serious this time."

Speaking of this, Ye Qingmei's face became more and more ugly.

As the adopted daughter of the master of Yemen of Hong Kong, she knows very well how terrifying the energy of Yemen of Hong Kong is.

For example, Manager Ye, despite his indifferent expression and half-smiley appearance, his skills and energy are all amazing.

But after hearing Ye Qingmei's introduction of herself and seeing Ye Qingmei's fearful expression, Manager Ye showed a complacent expression on his face.

Obviously, for him, what he likes to see the most is the people who gamble in Yemen in Hong Kong on weekdays, because of his identity, he respects him very much.

Besides him, the men in blue shirts beside him also had cold expressions, with a hint of joking on the corners of their mouths.

These people are all Hong Kong gambling Yemen stewards trained by Mr. Ye, and they are all high on weekdays.

And when they were walking in the two cities of gambling in Hong Kong, they were really like the eunuch compradors in the palace, their status was extremely high.

So this also allowed them to develop a bossy character.

For them, as long as they show up, no matter who they are, they have to kneel down!

Because they bet on the two cities in Hong Kong and Yemen in Hong Kong, they think they represent the law of the king.

"You are Ye Hao, right?"

"I heard that you are also a collateral lineage of the Hong Kong gambling Yemen. What kind of Lingnan Ye Shizi do you call yourself!"

"If that's the case, why don't you kneel down!"

Director Ye looked at Ye Hao triumphantly at the moment. Obviously, he knew Ye Hao's affairs very well and had done enough homework.

Several other stewards in green shirts also stared at Ye Hao and shouted coldly: "Don't kneel down yet!"

"Kneel down?"

Ye Hao walked over with his hands behind his back, and said with a half-smile: "Why do you make me kneel down?"

"Just because you're gone?"

"Son of a bitch!"

"How did you talk to Manager Ye!?"

A steward in green shirt walked out with a sneer. JrNovels.com