This whole family actually went to that place of right and wrong.
"Mr. Qin, do you have any instructions?"
Ozawa Nozomi asked respectfully.
Qin Fan smiled and said, "Mrs. Xiao and Mr. Xiao also went to the African continent today, did you know?"
"Oh, I don't know that."
Not to mention, Ozawa Nozomi really didn't know that she was visiting the United States.
"Okay, I just want to know about it."
Qin Fan hung up the phone.
Ozawa Nozomi, who was in the United States, was a little confused and began to think about Qin Fan's words.
What does it mean?
Is it just a question?
In fact, Qin Fan really just asked.
But Ozawa Nozomi, like most subordinates, began to worry about gains and losses, and repeatedly speculated on Qin Fan's intentions.
She thought about it and felt that Qin Fan's phone call might have some hint.
After a long time, she stopped pacing.
He secretly thought: "China has strict control, but the African continent is different. Does the master want me to do it for you?"
"That must be the case, then I will be one of the master's hands, leaving you on the African continent."
Qin Fan naturally didn't know because he called to inquire.
Instead, Ozawa Nozomi racked his brains to figure it out.
He didn't even know that Ozawa Nozomi was going to be one of his hands.
The Wang family also learned of the great changes in the Lu family, and Lu Ning became the new head of the family.
They also learned that Wang Yingsi and Xiao Zhan rushed to Africa urgently.
But in comparison, Wang Yifan is relatively calm.
"Yi'er, you should pay more attention to Qin Fan's movements. We don't have to worry too much."
Wang Yi nodded, "He rarely goes out, and I don't know which opera he is singing in."
"I have neither participated in the management of investment projects, nor have I gone to Bianquetang for medical treatment."
To be honest, none of the four major families is good.
Qin Fan was assisted by Xiaowen, Phoenix Girl, and Yuwen Xiangwan. Wang Yi and Xiao Zhan also arranged for people to keep an eye on the Jiang family.
Therefore, Qin Fancai deliberately stayed in seclusion so that his opponents could not figure it out.
This time is very critical for Qin Fan. The more activities there are, the more flaws will be exposed.
He is quietly looking for gaps and trying to break them one by one.
Just like what happened to the Lu family, unless an opportunity arises, we will never take action.
Hit the snake seven inches to hit the vital part.
Another two days passed, and Qin Fan took his satchel and prepared to go out.
Zhao Jiashu made an appointment with him last night and would come to pick him up for a consultation today.
When passing by the front yard, I saw my grandfather Jiang Cheng pruning flowers and plants in the yard.
"Young Master, you have to go out."
Chen Tu smiled slightly.
"Well, I helped my friend's mother see a doctor, and he came to pick me up."
Qin Fan said.
"Oh, Xiaofan, you didn't tell me what the disease is?"
Jiang Cheng stopped what he was doing.
"They didn't say it. From what they said, I've seen both Chinese and Western medicine, but it doesn't have any effect."
Qin Fan smiled and said, "Grandpa, I just promised to go for a diagnosis and we will discuss it based on the situation."
Jiang Cheng smiled and nodded, "Then go quickly and tell grandpa when you come back."
"Okay, grandpa, Uncle Chen, I'll leave first."
Qin Fan walked out of the door. Zhao Jia Shu's Maserati had already been parked there. He and Yi Lei were both sitting in the car.
Seeing Qin Fan coming out, Zhao Jiashu quickly got out of the car.
He said with a smile: "How is it? Are you still used to it now?"
Qin Fan was startled, "What are you used to?"
"The eldest son of the Jiang family."
Zhao Jiashu opened the car door as he spoke.
Qin Fan smiled and shook his head, noncommittal.
He got into the passenger seat and discovered that Yi Lei in the back seat was still seizing the time to play mobile games.
When he saw Qin Fan getting into the car, he stopped playing the game and raised his head and smiled at Qin Fan.
"Mr. Qin, I didn't expect that you have an extraordinary background, and you are actually the eldest son of the Jiang family."
Zhao Jiashu fastened his seat belt and started the car.
He smiled and said: "We Mr. Yi didn't believe it at first, but now we believe it."
"Haha, to be honest, I would rather go back to my previous identity."
Qin Fan said.
His answer was equivalent to answering the question that Zhao Jiashu started.
"Why?
The eldest son of the Jiang family is so majestic! You can do what you want!"
Yi Lei asked in surprise.
In his view, having money and power is prestige.
"Hahaha, are you as powerful as Mr. Yi?"
Qin Fan joked with a smile.
Zhao Jiashu curled his lips, looking helpless.
"What authority do I have? There are many things that I can't say or intervene in. I'm not as good as Zhao Jia Shu."
Indeed, he has a halo above his head, but there are many things that he cannot intervene in.
This is because of Yi Lao. Yi Lei, Yi Qing and Yi Jing have to avoid suspicion in many things. This is an unwritten rule.
Zhang Feng is still a major general in the army and can use his expertise.
The position of Zhao Jiashu's father is neither high nor low, so Zhao Jiashu is more influential than Yi Lei.
Perhaps this is because the higher the position, the more attention it receives, and there are countless eyes staring at it at any time.
Qin Fan couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that the young master in the government office also had his own difficulties.
The three of them had a drink together, which strengthened their relationship a lot.
There was nothing to talk about along the way.
After a while, the car drove into a guard post, with soldiers with loaded guns standing on both sides.
Even though it was a familiar Maserati and the license plate was familiar, the guard still conducted a strict inspection before waving it through.
After driving slowly on the internal road for a few minutes, the Maserati stopped in front of an official residence.
This is a three-story small building, one next to the other. Between the buildings are green paths, with birds singing and flowers fragrant.
"Letter from home, your mother is not in the hospital anymore?"
Qin Fan asked.
"Oh, I picked her up some time ago. Today is the weekend and my dad is at home too."
The three of them got out of the car, and Zhao Jiashu led Qin Fan and Yi Lei into the building.
The first floor is a spacious and bright conference living room, where Zhao Yong is sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.
There was also a middle-aged woman sitting there.
"Dad, Mom, Mr. Qin and Yi Lei are here."
Zhao Jia Shu said.
"Director Zhao, hello, Auntie!"
"Uncle Zhao, hello Aunt Wang!"
Qin Fan and Yi Lei shouted respectively.
Zhao Jiashu put on special slippers, while Qin Fan and Yi Lei put on shoe covers directly on the shoe cover machine.
Zhao Yong put down the newspaper in his hand and nodded slightly to Qin Fan and Yi Lei without a smile.
"Well, Mr. Qin, Xiao Yi, please come and sit down."
Zhao Jiashu's mother just looked at the two of them expressionlessly, looking listless and lifeless.
In fact, this is the case for most chronically ill patients.
Just imagine that if long-term treatment is not good, both life and mood will be seriously affected.
Not a healthy person can understand the torture of this kind of illness.
Qin Fan had been observing him since he came in. His face was swarthy and he was a little fat.
The three of them came to the middle of the living room and sat on the small sofa next to them.
Zhao Jiashu's mother is Wang Meizhi, who used to be a government worker. After contracting the disease, she recovered early.
The last time Mr. Zhao was critically ill, she was also hospitalized for treatment, so she did not rush to Haizhou.
After Zhao Yong and Zhao Jiashu returned from Haizhou, Zhao Jiashu proposed that Qin Fan come for treatment.
Zhao Yong also nodded in agreement, because he had personally seen the precedent of Mr. Zhao coming back from the dead.
It can be said that both father and son are waiting for Qin Fan to return to Beijing.
Wang Meizhi had long been disappointed with the treatment. Anyway, he could not die even if it could not be cured. It was not a terminal illness but a terminal illness.
She felt that no matter who she tried, the result would be the same.