Sun Changsheng's tone was cold and he cursed coldly: "You bastard! As the saying goes, leave a thin line in your life so that we can meet you easily in the future! If you go too far, aren't you afraid that I will fight you to the death?"
At this time, Ye Fan flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said with a playful look: "Master Sun, you don't dare to fight me to the death!"
Sun Changsheng frowned slightly and asked warily: "Why?"
"Because of your son's arm! No one in the world can pick it up except me! And you came to the door today because you were helpless, right?"
From the moment Sun Changsheng came to the door, Ye Fan had already seen through everything.
"you?"
As a result, Ye Fan's words hit Sun Changsheng's weakness.
In fact, the reason why he came to the door in person was not only to see how arrogant Ye Fan was, but more importantly, he wanted Ye Fan to reconnect his son's arm.
Because of my son's injuries, even the hospital was helpless, and many experts in the hospital had said that to untie the bell, you must tie the bell!
Whoever breaks his son's arm will be responsible for fixing it.
Because of this, he came to see Ye Fan.
But what he never expected was that Ye Fan's attitude was so arrogant that he actually asked for 10 billion!
Does he think the Sun family prints RMB?
But Sun Changsheng didn't like this feeling of being controlled by others. He felt that everything was under his control.
His expression became more and more ugly, "You brat! Don't think you are so powerful. I don't believe that no one in the world can connect my son's arm!"
At this time, Ye Fan sneered playfully: "You can go find it! But your son can't wait!"
Well?
Sun Changsheng looked slightly surprised, and then asked with a vigilant look: "What do you mean, kid?"
At this time, Ye Fan looked at the time on his watch, and then explained calmly: "It has been almost 12 hours since your son's arm was disabled, right? If he hasn't connected it in another hour, don't tell me
It’s me, even if Jesus comes, I can’t connect His arm!”
Sun Changsheng snorted coldly. He mistakenly thought that Ye Fan was bluffing to scare him.
"You brat! Do you think I'm a three-year-old? If you are so childish, will I believe it?"
Sun Changsheng sneered disdainfully, because in his eyes, "My son's injury is just a traumatic injury. It's just a little painful at most, but it doesn't mean it's hopeless."
Ye Fan spoke like this just to scare himself and gain more chips.
"hehe--"
As a result, the next second, Ye Fan sneered disdainfully.
"You brat! What are you laughing at? Is what I said wrong?"
Sun Changsheng's face became increasingly ugly.
At this time, Ye Fan said with deep meaning: "Master Sun! You'd better listen to what I say! In another hour! No one can cure your son's arm!"
"Ye Fan! Do you think I don't know you are bluffing? You are trying to scare me like this and deliberately make the situation more serious, just to increase your bargaining chip!"
"If it were other people, maybe they would be restrained by you, but I am different! I have been in Qingzhou for decades! What big storms and waves have I not seen? How can you deceive me with just this little trick of yours? Haha!"
Sun Changsheng's face was full of disdain, and he didn't take Ye Fan seriously at all.
The next second, his cell phone suddenly rang.
The caller was the director of the hospital.
At this time, Sun Changsheng answered the phone, then asked coldly with a serious face: "Dean! What's wrong?"
"Master Sun! Something big has happened! Master Sun... something big has happened!"
At this time, the dean's very anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What? What happened to my son?"
At this moment, Sun Changsheng cried out in surprise on the spot, and his expression suddenly changed.