The next moment, a group of reporters began searching frantically.

As long as a company is registered, it will have information.

Check it out, it's very simple.

Soon, they saw it!

Xianfan Group!

Registered capital, 65 billion!

Legal person, Zhang Fan!

Damn it, am I really Zhang Fan?

Dog!

The most important thing is that the registered capital is 65 billion...

Is this guy so rich?

Sixty-five billion! Oh my god!

Does this fucking guy still need to live? He's so good, but he's still so rich.

How to play?

"Originally, I wanted to give Director Wang a little more. After all, Director Wang is now one of the most powerful directors in China. Two billion, which is just a few months' pocket money.

Let Director Wang teach me personally, the price is really cheap. I originally wanted to give Director Wang a little more, but Director Wang didn’t want it." Zhang Fan said very calmly.

Come on, let’s hurt each other!

Who am I afraid of?

Come on, come on, raise your heads and look at me, let's continue!

Whoever scolds his mother first will lose?

Wang Dalu felt very comfortable when he heard Zhang Fan's words!

Right, a rich man should have the aura of a rich man?

Did you hear that the tuition fee is 2 billion, or I was afraid that Zhang Fan would pay too much, so I asked for 2 billion. Do you understand?

Alas, why were you worried about the two billion given by Zhang Fan just now?

What are you thinking!

Hey, you guys should raise your heads.

At this moment, when a group of reporters heard Zhang Fan's words, their faces were really about to turn black into carbon balls.

Two billion?

How many months of pocket money?

Is this what people say?

Just speak nicely and show off your wealth, sir?

Is it great to be rich?

Are you a bad person?

Please, can you be a human being?

Isn’t it okay that we were wrong?

Can't we just leave?

The next moment, countless reporters stood up.

"Security!" Wang Dalu shouted immediately.

What, you want to fight?

Okay, let’s try it!

Suddenly, the security guards at the door rushed in.

He reached out to the nearest reporter, put his hands on their shoulders, and gave them a gentle squeeze.

Like a dragonfly tapping water, in a moment, more than 30 reporters sat back in their seats.

Seeing this battle, a group of reporters also panicked.

With their small bodies and dead bodies, they are no match for these bodyguards.

"Director Wang, Director Wang, no, I'm just tired from sitting, stand up and move my body," one person said immediately.

In an instant, a group of people echoed!

It’s over, I want to leave, but I can’t, what should I do?

Otherwise, continue to hurt each other?

Otherwise, there is no way to get rid of this bad breath!

Hit! That’s it!

"So, Zhang Fan, that means you have the ability to swipe votes?" one person asked through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, Wang Dalu's face turned dark again.

Wocao, are you done?

Why don't we happily talk about the two billion?

It was at this moment that countless people on the face-slapping group became restless.

"Wucao, these grandsons are in trouble, right? They dare to say that our leader is swiping votes? I'm going to swipe your uncle."

"Where are the brothers of the Face-Slapping Group? Let's go out to fight and let them know that we, the Face-Slapping Group, are not dead!"

"Brother Hei, where are you? Bring your brothers up."

Xianfan Group, the first conference room!

Ouyang Feng and his group were sitting on amethyst chairs!

"Brother Feng, what do you say?" Brother Hei asked.

"Nonsense Gil, of course he is going on an expedition, fuck him!" Countless people stood up.

"That's right, those stinky reporters really have a bad mouth."

Ouyang Feng chuckled and stood up: "Where are the brothers in Kyoto? Let's go to war!"

In an instant, a roar like thunder suddenly exploded.

"Dry!"

"Brother Hei, go and summon all the brothers in Kyoto to come over. By the way, remember, you are not allowed to bring weapons, not even bricks!

We are a fan group, not hooligans, we are quality people.

Even if you curse people, it won't work!

If there are high-quality Zuan people, please allow them to speak!" Ouyang Feng said.

"Hahaha, Zu'an has been three years old and his parents are still alive!" one person laughed!

"What a coincidence, I am Zuan for four years!"

!!!

"Okay, don't push me, make your own arrangements. I'm going to dispatch the train now," Ouyang Feng said.

"Call Xu Xingwang out too, that guy has a lot of luxury cars!" Dong Yu said.

"Hey, luckily I have taken back control now, Mom, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to drive the luxury car out." Hua Ji laughed.

"Then why are you still standing there, do it!" Ouyang Feng said.

"Brother Feng, according to the statistics, there are more than 7,000 brothers in Kyoto! Wocao, what the hell are these people? Why are there so many of us? With so many of us passing by, I feel like something is going to happen." Brother Hei said.

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be fired from the Slap Team directly." Ouyang Feng said coldly.

At the same time, Zhang Fan, dragging his chin, looked at a group of reporters who were obsessed with evil intentions and sighed.

"There's nothing I can do. It's hard for me to buy tickets. A ticket costs 500 yuan, which is so valuable! How could I not have any fans? It's so annoying! The pocket money my mother gave me is gone just like that!"

???

A group of reporters were instantly jealous!

Five hundred yuan a ticket?

Damn it!

Ninety-seven million tickets, please calculate it for me, how much is it?

A group of reporters couldn't hold their hands any longer, so they took out their mobile phones and started pressing them.
To be continued...