The Return of the City’s Cultivation

After these two people appeared in the Queen Qingba, Zhang Liang's madness converged a little, laughed, greeted him, and exchanged greetings in everyone's surprised eyes.

When everyone saw the incoming person, their eyes suddenly stared, and they all yelled badly, and some even took a step back subconsciously.

Uncle Zhang looked at the two in disbelief, with a full face of trepidation, and stammered at one of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys: "Fan...Fan, you... why are you here!"

The juvenile is thin, thin, not tall, and has a relatively ordinary appearance. But his aura is unparalleled and strong, as soon as he appeared, he seemed to be the focus of the entire Qingba, because he had an inexplicable aura that seemed to be a natural majesty that made people have to focus on On him.

This young man didn’t have any famous brands, but even ordinary clothes, when worn on his body, gave people a solemn feeling. It felt more unusual than other luxury brands like Armani and Brioni. The clothes were present. No one dares to look down upon him, the glamorous big man, the rich second generation.

"Why, you can come, but I can't come?" The young man's face was cold, and he simply said, and glanced at Uncle Zhang lightly, without any intention of putting him in his eyes.

This young man was so indifferent and arrogant, but Uncle Zhang not only dared not refute, but accompanied a smiling face and said: "You can come, of course you can, Master Fan, I didn't mean that!"

The moment Master Fan came in, the hearts of all the rich second generations sank, because they were so familiar with the person in front of them. The moment he saw him, the rich second generation's heart was almost wailing, if this person helped Quan Zhangliang...

"It's over, it's all over!"

"Oh, how could it be him!"

Fan Jianming, whose father is the secretary of the Yingzhou Municipal Party Committee, and whose mother is the chairman of Huayi Pharmaceutical Company, is mainly engaged in the production and research and development of Chinese medicine, with assets of one billion. He himself has very dazzling achievements. First of all, he scored extremely well. He was soft in various competitions. The recommended student of Yanbei University is a guy with a terrible IQ. He can’t help but like that. He likes to study antiques and opened his own. An auction house has tens of millions of assets, and this guy is a fighting genius. He has also participated in the kind of cruel professional fighting competitions abroad and won a good ranking.

Fan Jianming's reputation in the entire circle is almost perfect and invincible. This person is very indifferent, decisive in doing things, and shows no words to anyone, but the strength of himself and behind makes people afraid to provoke him.

As soon as Ye Tian saw Fan Jianming, his gaze narrowed: "Well? Very good physical quality, more than ten times stronger than that of Shao Yuchen."

He knew that this person was not a simple rich second-generation and official second-generation.

After Fan Jianming came in, he saw the No. 10 person in front of him as nothing, and walked to the nearby sofa without hurries. Da Ma Jindao sat down without getting into the subject. Instead, he said to the waiter: "Give me Here is a glass of orange juice."

The waiter saw that no one in the hall dared to speak, and the young man's attitude was really extraordinary. He hurriedly passed it up, and when he came back, he asked, "Who is this person!"

Some of the waiters have heard of his name, and when they said about his identity, the other waiters were shocked.

"Unexpectedly, Zhang Liang could invite such a character!"

"Yeah, this one can suppress the audience."

"Hey, the queen can't keep it clean!"

Knowing the identity of the teenager, everyone no longer has any hope, but hopes that they will not be implicated, and they secretly reminded that they must wink at critical moments.

Fan Jianming took a sip of orange juice without anyone else, and then slowly said, "Mr. Zhang, I'll ask you a question!"

Uncle Zhang with a pleasing smile on his face, stepped forward and said: "Oh, Master Fan, don't call me Mr. Zhang, wherever I dare, just call me Old Zhang. Just ask what you want. I promise to know everything. The words are endless!"

He faced a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but as if facing his own big boss, someone who was older than himself, he was full of good things, for fear that he would have said few good things.

"Mr. Zhang, how is your land in Yingzhou New District?" Fan Jianming asked suddenly.

Uncle Zhang didn't know what he meant, how could he suddenly talk about this, and said in a daze, "It's about to be taken down!"

"Oh?" Fan Jianming didn't look at him, but took another sip of orange juice, and said in a somewhat erratic tone: "It's almost taken down? Then it hasn't been taken down yet!"

Uncle Zhang suddenly understood what he meant. The big beads of sweat on his forehead spread out. The land in the new area is very important to him. He poured all his funds and invested countless manpower and material resources to develop a financial institution. Hong Kong, it is about his wealth and life. If he can't take it down, all his hard work over the years will be in vain, and he will even have to pay for it. He wiped his sweat and said loudly, "Ha, Young Master Fan, you are really kidding. I'll be kidding..."

Fan Jianming's face suddenly became cold, his gaze was like a knife, and he looked at Uncle Zhang for the first time. His voice was not loud, but it made his heart tremble: "I'm not kidding!" Then he said: "But if you..."

Uncle Zhang immediately understood, wiped his sweat, and asked, "Heh, heh, what is your relationship with Zhang Liang?"

"When I was young, I saved my life when I was young!" He said very briefly, but with a loud voice, he wanted Uncle Zhang to understand his determination to help Zhang Liang.

After listening to Zhang Shu, he immediately made a choice in his heart. No matter what, the land of the new district is the most important thing for him, and if he chooses to stand in line between the mayor and the municipal party committee secretary, he doesn’t have to think about it. Thinking, it is naturally Fan Jianming in front of him. He slapped his forehead, pretending to be unaware of the situation, and laughed: "You see this is causing trouble. I haven't figured it out yet. It turns out that they are all a family. Family, didn’t the floods rush into the Dragon King Temple? Ha, it rushed into the Dragon King Temple!"

Although he said as if two were not helping each other, he walked to Fan Jianming's side and stood behind him, humble and respectful, and the smile on his face never disappeared for a moment.

As soon as Uncle Zhang walked over, more than a dozen people followed him to Fan Jianming's, and bowed their knees to Fan Jianming.

In this short period of time, the people on Mo Shaotian's side began to turn on the spot, and a little and a half went to Zhang Liang's side.

The rich second generations were panicked. No one thought that Fan Jianming would appear, and they regretted coming to this muddy water by themselves. Isn't it all right?

They are not up to the level of talking to characters like Fan Jianming, and have nothing to do with him, but they have long heard of his various deeds. If this person does not take action, he will take it. The shot is a situation of endless death. He will not let it go. In Fan Jianming's words, it means: "Just do it right now, don't give him a chance to get up!"

They all looked at Mo Shaotian, but saw that Mo Shaotian's face turned pale, as if he had just been beaten with a sap, and said in despair, "Uncle Zhang, you are..."

Uncle Zhang frowned and glanced at him, secretly cursing, why can't you see the situation clearly, now it's too late to be soft, otherwise, just wait until the end of the play, and said: "Shaotian, you talk about you, this is all Is it something to do? I don’t understand anything, so I asked you to call it. If you make it clear earlier, it won’t...you won’t get into trouble with Young Master Fan. You are really..."

He complained in public and said: "Shaotian, isn't it just a Qing? Why do you want to make this, it's not worth it, it's not worth it, let Zhang Liang brothers get it!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Mo Shaotian's face became paler. The other rich second generations did not want Uncle Zhang to help their opponents. However, they dared not say anything, and did not have the courage to resist. They knew to provoke Mao Fan Shaotian. How horrible.

There is a rumor in the circle of the rich second generation that there was once a arrogant brother in Yunzhou who offended Fan Jianming, and was broken by eight ribs, ten fingers and ten toes, all comminuted fractures, brain fractures, and almost useless. After lying in the hospital for more than a year, his family did not dare to take action against Fan Jianming. Since then, the son-in-law has been like a cat. As long as Fan Jianming's name is mentioned, his whole body trembles, saying that he is a demon.

Li Siyu never thought Zhang Liang would know such a character from beginning to end, panicking like a rabbit whose ears were held by a hunter, Liushen looked towards Ye Tian without a master.

Ye Tian felt her gaze and shook his head at her, lip-synching: "Don't worry, it's okay!"

Li Siyu looked at him, calmed down inexplicably, and moved her feet subconsciously. When she came to Ye Tian's side, she stood silently behind him. Only then did she feel truly at ease, and she only felt that the person in front of her could do something. He blocked all the storms.

On the other side, Zhang Liang sneered sneer when he saw everyone looking like a mournful concubine.

"Clean it up soon!"