Seeing Zhang Fan entering the door, Lin Jianmin's family quickly gathered around him.
"Mr. Zhang, my daughter is awake now. She should be fine, right?" Lin Jianmin asked.
"It's okay, Qingling has recovered." Zhang Fan said.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the faces of everyone present were filled with joy. Lin Jianmin said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."
"You're welcome, Qingling and I are friends." Zhang Fan replied, and then walked towards Lin Qingling's bed.
Lin Qingling, whose face was glowing just now, now looks tired. Although he looks very tired, the black energy in his Yintang position has dissipated, which proves that Lin Qingling's life is not in danger.
"Zhang Fan, thank you..." Lin Qingling, who was a little haggard, looked at Zhang Fan and said gratefully.
"You're welcome." Zhang Fan said, "You have a good rest during the next period of time. If you feel anything unusual, please call me in time."
Lin Qingling nodded slightly.
"You can rest, I won't disturb you." Zhang Fan said.
After saying that, Zhang Fan took Old Man Ouyang out of the door, and Lin Jianmin quickly followed.
"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Ouyang, please wait a moment." Lin Jianmin stopped the two of them.
Zhang Fan and Old Man Ouyang paused, turned around, and looked at Lin Jianmin.
I saw Lin Jianmin put his hand into his bag, took out a stack of bright red RMB, looked at Zhang Fan and said: "Mr. Zhang, I know your rules, just take it."
"Forget it, Qing Ling and I are friends." Zhang Fan waved his hand.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Lin Jianmin did not force him. At the same time, he felt slightly happy. What made him happy was not that Zhang Fan didn't ask for his money, but that Zhang Fan regarded his daughter as a friend.
I saw Lin Jianmin put the wad of money back into his wallet again.
"Mr. Ouyang, this is 210,000, please accept it." Lin Jianmin respectfully handed the money to the old man Ouyang.
Two hundred and one hundred thousand? Zhang Fan really said it. For old man Ouyang, this is not a small amount. At this age, he has never made so much money at one time. He has made a lot of money these two times.
All his business was made under Zhang Fan's leadership, and Zhang Fan was considered his nobleman.
Old man Ouyang took the leather bag from Lin Jianmin's hand naturally, "Then I'm welcome."
"You deserve it." Lin Jianmin smiled.
"Okay, Lao Lin, you go to the room and take care of Qing Ling. If you need anything, call me. By the way, ask the driver to take us back," Zhang Fan said.
"No problem, I'll tell the driver right away." After saying that, Lin Jianmin called his driver.
After Zhang Fan and Old Man Ouyang left the hospital, they took Lin Jianmin's Maybach back to school. They found a restaurant next to the school to eat and drink some wine. Old Man Ouyang was holding 210,000 yuan and was so happy that he asked Zhang Fan repeatedly
cup.
After finishing the meal, Old Man Ouyang took a taxi and left holding his 200,000 yuan.
Zhang Fan went directly to the administration building and Liu Wenhai's office. When he went to the tomb, Liu Wenhai also went to see him. He went to see Liu Wenhai to see what happened.
"Dong dong dong..."
Zhang Fan knocked lightly on the door of Liu Wenhai's office.
"Enter
Come……"
A deep male voice came from inside the house, and Zhang Fan opened the door directly and entered.
"Principal Liu, long time no see." After entering, Zhang Fan looked at Liu Wenhai who was working at his desk and said.
Hearing Zhang Fan's voice, Liu Wenhai suddenly raised his head. After seeing Zhang Fan, a joyful expression appeared on his face and said: "Mr. Zhang, you are back. Sit down quickly. Sit down quickly."
Liu Wenhai made a warm invitation gesture towards the sofa, and then poured a cup of tea for Zhang Fan.
"Principal Liu, what do you want from me?" Zhang Fan looked at Liu Wenhai and asked.
Liu Wenhai glanced at Zhang Fan with some embarrassment.
"If you have something to say, please tell me quickly. Don't be nagging." Zhang Fan waved his hand. Zhang Fan glanced at Liu Wenhai's face. Judging from Liu Wenhai's face, Liu Wenhai's family and Liu Wenhai were fine. Combined with Liu Wenhai's expression,
Zhang Fan guessed that Liu Wenhai was looking for him probably because of someone else's business.
"Two days ago, I went to a friend's house and found that his wife had been unconscious. It is said that his wife has been in this condition for half a year. The hospital could not find anything wrong, and several so-called masters were invited to take a look at it.
, but failed to cure his wife.
He knew about my son and asked me which master cured my son's illness. I answered him like this. I said that the master was very powerful but always mysterious. Let me ask for you. He is willing to
If you don't want to come, if you want to come, I'll tell you, if you don't want to come, you can hire someone else, Gao Ming." Liu Wenhai said.
Later, Liu Wenhai continued to add, "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, I haven't disclosed any of your personal information."
"This friend of mine is very pitiful. His son died a year ago, and his daughter-in-law ran away half a year ago, and then his wife fell ill. Life was really hard. The son also left behind a two-year-old grandson. It's really pitiful.
." Liu Wenhai shook his head slightly and said.
Zhang Fan glanced at Liu Wenhai and said, "Okay, take me to meet this friend of yours."
This is indeed a somewhat bitter life. Losing a child in old age is the most painful thing in the world.
Hearing this, Liu Wenhai's face showed a hint of joy.
"Can we go now?" Liu Wenhai asked.
"Okay." Zhang Fan replied.
Afterwards, Liu Wenhai simply tidied up, and the two of them went downstairs together, got into Liu Wenhai's Passat, and drove towards the Taxation Bureau Family Courtyard in Xicheng District.
The Family Courtyard of the Taxation Bureau is not considered an old community. It is a house built in 2003, so it is still relatively new. The building is six stories high and there is no elevator. This family lives on the third floor.
Since Liu Wenhai had called his friend before coming here, he just knocked on the door and the door suddenly opened.
In front of Zhang Fan's eyes appeared a middle-aged man of medium height, wearing a white shirt, and with gold-rimmed eyes. He looked about fifty years old.
"Wen Hai, you're here." The middle-aged man said with enthusiasm, "Come in quickly, come in quickly."
Liu Wenhai and Zhang Fan entered the living room together.
The middle-aged man stuck his head out and looked around in the corridor.
"Old Wang, what are you looking at?" Liu Wenhai asked.
The middle-aged man turned around and looked at Liu Wenhai with doubtful eyes, "Wenhai, didn't you say you would bring the master here? Where is the person?"
"Far away in the horizon, but close in front of you." Liu Wenhai said with a smile.
Hearing Liu Wenhai's words, the middle-aged man was stunned, and then he turned his eyes to Zhang Fan, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.