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Chapter 1849 call

"It was a man about fifty years old. He had a scar on the left side of his face. The scar ran through his entire face. He said his name was Zhang Changhong." Fang Haoming said.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and subconsciously murmured, "Zhang Changhong?"

"Brother Fan, have you seen him?" Fang Haoming asked immediately.

"Don't say you've seen it before, I've never heard of this name." Zhang Fan replied.

"Then why did he say that you two are very familiar with each other?" Fang Haoming answered with confusion.

"What did he say?" Zhang Fan asked. When Fang Haoming mentioned Zhang Changhong, a serious look appeared on his expression. It can be seen that Zhang Changhong definitely said something that shocked Fang Haoming.

"He said that the cooperation between you two was very pleasant last time. He also said that you will be in big trouble recently, so you must be careful!

When he said this to me, his expression was very sincere, as if he was sending a message to a close friend." Fang Haoming said, "Moreover, he told you to be careful, he said it more than once. Judging from his worried look,

His relationship with you seems to be no less than the relationship between Fatty and I and you."

Zhang Fan glanced at Fang Haoming, nodded thoughtfully, and then fell into thinking.

After about seven or eight minutes, Fang Haoming asked: "Brother Fan, do you remember who this person is?"

Zhang Fan shook his head.

"Since you don't know him, then what he said needs to be investigated. It is probably alarmist, so don't take it too seriously." Fang Haoming said, "Or, he may have another agenda when he said this.

"

Zhang Fan nodded, "You should rest early, regain your energy, and go back to see Zhang Li early."

"Well..." Fang Haoming responded, and then the two of them returned to their respective rooms.

Zhang Fan had not practiced for a few days, and Zhang Fan continued practicing until twelve o'clock in the evening before going to bed.

Early the next morning, the golden-robed Taoist came to the second floor to ask Zhang Fan and Fang Haoming to have breakfast. The breakfast was very rich and nutritionally balanced. It can be seen from the meal prepared by the golden-robed Taoist.

, the golden-robed Taoist priest is a person who is very good at maintaining health.

"Haoming, your complexion today is not much better than yesterday, don't you think so, Mr. Zhang?" The golden-robed Taoist priest took the initiative to talk to the two of them.

"Yes." Zhang Fan responded. As he spoke, Zhang Fan asked himself to serve the rice.

"I'll do this little thing, Mr. Zhang." The golden-robed Taoist priest snatched the bowl from Zhang Fan's hand, filled Zhang Fan with porridge, and then brought Zhang Fan some pasta.

Zhang Fan said "thank you" and started eating.

During the whole meal, the golden-robed Taoist priest kept taking the initiative to bring up one topic after another.

Both Zhang Fan and Fang Haoming were a little tired of dealing with it, but if they didn't deal with it, it would look disrespectful to the golden-robed Taoist priest.

Although the golden-robed Taoist priest asked for help from Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan was not the kind of person to be domineering and domineering. Zhang Fan was willing to respect everyone.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Fan said to the golden-robed Taoist priest without hesitation: "I know you want to have a good relationship with us, and don't give up on the treatment of your son halfway, but whether it is the relationship between men and women, or other

Feelings cannot be shaken with a slap, and feelings cannot be generated in a short time, so you

Don’t waste your efforts.”

Hearing what Zhang Fan said, a hint of embarrassment appeared on the golden-robed Taoist priest's face. The golden-robed Taoist priest was almost seventy years old, and he understood everything Zhang Fan said.

However, he cares too much about his son, and in such a situation where he cares so much, it would be confusing to care a little.

"Our relationship is based on mutual respect. My treatment of your son has nothing to do with what you do, let alone your face. As a scum in Xuanmen, I have no regard for you.

It’s all about saving face.” Zhang Fan continued. Although Zhang Fan’s words were harsh, they were true and were his true thoughts in his heart.

The golden-robed Taoist priest's face turned green and white. In front of a righteous person, he was really unable to refute, and he had no intention of refuting.

"I treat your son, first of all, because your son is an innocent life, and more importantly, your son is a good person." Zhang Fan said, "So, you don't have to worry. Since I agreed, I will do it no matter what.

Get your son healed."

"Mr. Zhang, I understand." The golden-robed Taoist priest nodded, and then said sincerely, "I admire your conduct."

"Let's eat." Zhang Fan said.

By speaking clearly in this way, the golden-robed Taoist priests can live an easy life, and they can also live an easy life.

Throughout the entire meal that followed, the golden-robed Taoist priest did not deliberately seek topics, and the three of them finished the meal comfortably.

The three of them had just finished eating when the golden-robed Taoist priest's cell phone rang. The golden-robed Taoist priest picked up the phone and took a look at it, frowned tightly, then looked at Zhang Fan and said: "It was my enemy who called me.

"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows.

"Although we have each other's phone numbers, we have almost never called each other." At this point, the golden-robed Taoist priest's eyes lit up, "Huh? Does he want to ask for your help?"

"You'll know after you pick it up and listen to what he says." Zhang Fan replied.

The golden-robed Taoist priest nodded, then answered the phone, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Hey, why did you remember to call me?"

"Where is Mr. Zhang...?" came the voice of a frail middle-aged man in blue robes from the microphone.

"What do you want from Mr. Zhang?" asked the golden-robed Taoist priest.

"Save me, please save me, Mr. Zhang. I'm at home now. As long as you can bring Mr. Zhang over, I will tell you how to treat your son." The middle-aged man in blue robe said with difficulty.

Hearing the words of the middle-aged man in blue robe, the golden-robed Taoist subconsciously turned his attention to Zhang Fan.

"Let's go there right away." Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and made a decision immediately.

"You must be quick... you must be quick..." the middle-aged man in blue robe urged.

The golden-robed Taoist priest hung up the phone. Zhang Fan and the golden-robed Taoist priest simultaneously used the Qi in their bodies, ran out of the community, took a car and went straight to the residence of the middle-aged man in blue robe.

Under the urging of Zhang Fan and the golden-robed Taoist priest, the driver arrived at the residence of the middle-aged man in blue robes in only twenty minutes.

The moment the two got off the taxi, they felt a sense of evil coming from the residence of the middle-aged man in blue robe. After the two looked at each other, they quickly entered the home of the middle-aged man in blue robe.

The middle-aged man in blue robe, who was high-spirited yesterday, is now lying on the ground made of yellow marble.

His face was purple, his lips were dry, his eye sockets were sunken and dark, and he looked like he was dying.

(End of chapter)


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