Wu Peng chimed in in agreement, then added in a low voice, "It’s just that with Mr. Liu holding Mr. Yan as his trump card, some of your plans will be very difficult to..."
Meng Huaxin sighed. "There’s nothing to be done. Not only are city leaders watching Mr. Yan, I hear people in the central government are paying attention to him as well."
"We chose the wrong person to try and establish our authority over. We’ll just have to bear the consequences of that failure."
"We’ll have to be patient."
"Wait for him to make a huge mistake..."
When Yan Feifan returned to his residence at Zuimo Court, he found Zeng Ni was there.
"My friend has a flight early tomorrow morning, so I came ahead to get things ready!"
Zeng Ni explained, then asked worriedly, "Su Ye said you’re going to retire from the plastic surgery center?"
Yan Feifan rolled his eyes at her. "I’m not retiring, I’ll just be taking on far fewer plastic surgery cases in the future."
Zeng Ni patted her chest in relief. "Oh, that’s good. As long as you’re still taking cases."
"My other two friends said that if Jiaojiao’s surgery turns out amazing, they’d be willing to go broke just to have you operate on them."
Yan Feifan snorted and suddenly asked, "How big was your commission for this surgery?"
"What commission?!"
Zeng Ni acted as if she’d been insulted, crying out indignantly, "Jiaojiao is one of my best friends! How could I possibly make money off her?!"
"Yan Feifan, don’t you dare insult our friendship like that."
"Is that so?"
Yan Feifan threatened, "Zeng Ni, if I find out that’s not the case, you can forget about ever working with me again!"
"Um... uh..."
Zeng Ni squirmed for a moment before blushing and holding up two fingers. "Two hundred thousand."
"It’s my first time doing something like this, so I didn’t dare to be greedy."
"Out of my trust in you, I’m only getting paid after the fact. If she’s not satisfied with the results, I won’t take the money."
Zeng Ni then asked worriedly, "Feifan, you’re not going to demand a big cut of this two hundred thousand, are you?"
Yan Feifan shot her a sidelong glance and went back to his bedroom.
Having spent the last few days at the Phoenix Tail Mountain villa, Yan Feifan was still behind on drawing two three-dimensional perspective diagrams for the puncture injections of patients with intraspinal tumors.
He needed to catch up on them tonight.
He walked over to his desk, ready to pull out the chair.
The moment Yan Feifan’s hand touched the back of the chair, before he even exerted any force, he sensed something was wrong.
Being a bit obsessive-compulsive, he always pushed his chair into the desk’s leg space by roughly the same distance every time.
This time, Yan Feifan found that the chair was pulled out more than half a fist’s width farther than usual.
He then crouched down and slowly pulled open the bottom-right drawer of his desk.
It was filled with the hand-drawn, three-dimensional perspective diagrams of intraspinal tumor puncture injections that Yan Feifan had created for Baining Medical Company.
There were thirty-six sheets in total.
Seeing the neatly stacked manuscripts in the drawer, Yan Feifan understood instantly.
’Someone has been through these manuscripts...’