After what happened with the Su family's relatives just now, it was hard for everyone to stay, lest Su Baihe be embarrassed.
Chen Zhongpeng first said goodbye with all the leaders in the county and left.
"Mr. Su, then Feiyang and I will say goodbye first." Seeing this, Han Sihai was also ready to leave with Lu Feiyang.
"etc!"
Su Yun shouted, and then handed the document bag containing the restaurant transfer agreement back to Lu Feiyang, and said: "I said before, I didn't deliberately help you with anything, and you don't need to thank me. Moreover.
With your martial arts qualifications and perseverance, even if you practice hard on your own, in at most two or three years, you will be able to develop your inner strength naturally and become a fourth-level martial artist. There is no need to give such a generous thank you gift."
"Mr. Su, this is my opinion, you..." Lu Feiyang looked at Su Yun sincerely.
"Take it back!" Su Yun patted the document bag directly into Lu Feiyang's arms.
A trace of bitterness and regret suddenly flashed across Lu Feiyang's face.
Of course, he was not really overwhelmed by the money and wanted to give such a heavy gift to express his gratitude, but he wanted to take the opportunity to establish friendship with Su Yun, a powerful master, and forge a good relationship with his Lu family.
If Su Yun is willing to accept this heavy gift today, then if the Lu family is in danger in the future, looking at this little friendship, he might help him out.
But now Su Yun decisively refused, obviously not wanting to have any further entanglement with the Lu family.
On the side, Su Baihe saw Su Yun rejecting Lu Feiyang's generous gift, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"And this gentleman, your piece of strange wood is too valuable, so take it back together." Su Baihe was going to return the raised magic tree to Han Sihai.
After all, this is something worth tens of millions.
If he really took it away, he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully.
When Su Yun heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and advised: "Dad, this thing is good for your health, so just take it."
Su Baihe opened his eyes and said angrily: "You bastard, this is a treasure worth tens of millions, how can you accept it with the embarrassment!"
Su Yun looked helpless: "I don't accept this for nothing. I will give him a gift in return later."
Hearing this, before Su Baihe said anything, Han Sihai was already shaking his head.
"Mr. Su was joking. Sihai came to apologize. What would happen if he brought gifts back?" Han Sihai waved his hand.
"You accept what I give to you. I don't like owing favors to others." Su Yun said.
At this point, Han Sihai could no longer refuse.
"Wait for me." After Su Yun said that, he walked straight back to his room.
"This kid is really..." Su Baihe muttered, feeling that his son was a little crazy.
Whether it is Han Sihai or Lu Feiyang, they are noble people that ordinary people like me cannot come into contact with on a daily basis. How can they be so negligent?
He had no choice but to greet the two of them in the living room.
Han Sihai and Lu Feiyang looked at each other and laughed bitterly from the bottom of their hearts. Naturally, they could see that Su Baihe had no idea about his son's situation.
On the other side, Su Yun returned to his bedroom.
He wanted to write a handwritten letter as a return gift to Han Sihai.
I rummaged around on the desk and found that there was no pen or paper at home.
I have been studying in college for two years, and when I come back during winter and summer vacations, I still play with my mobile phone. Where can I keep these gadgets?
Su Yun glanced around, and then took down the calendar hanging on the wall.
"Just use this thing instead."
He tore off one and spread the blank page on the back on the table.
"Han Sihai, I hope that you are sincere in your devotion to martial arts and have the belief that you will die to find your way, so I will give you a piece of good fortune today." Su Yun sighed quietly and scratched the tip of his index finger with his nail.
Scarlet blood seeped out from it.
Su Yun was indifferent.
He stretched out his fingers in the air, holding his breath and concentrating.
A full quarter of an hour passed.
His spirit was concentrated to the extreme, and the blood-stained finger he extended suddenly fell down.
Use your fingers instead of the penholder, and use your own blood as the ink.