The blond was safe, but the underlings behind him were still nervous.
The yellow-haired guy was also a bit of a good friend. He looked at Ye Feng carefully. "Mr. Ye, then they…"
Ye Feng glanced at them. "Let's forget about it this time. Stop fooling around on the streets in the future, find a factory to work, and contribute more to society, understand?"
The group of people immediately agreed, their faces filled with relief.
Ye Feng could not be bothered with them. He turned to look at the old man. "Are you done counting? Is there any problem?"
The old man was holding a bag of cash and had a happy expression on his face. "No problem, no problem. But I'll say it first. I've already sold the things to you. You can't go back on your word."
Ye Feng nodded repeatedly, "I won't go back on my word, you have to keep a close eye on the money. Don't let your grandson steal it."
The old man glared at the blond. "If he dares, I'll break his legs."