Seeing that I fell silent, Lingxi immediately pointed out: "Meng Fan's family is not as poor as you think."
"His parents are doing business in Jiangxia City. What you would consider a small business is fairly profitable, earning at least three to four million a year."
"For wealthy people in Kyoto, three to four million is really a drop in the bucket. But for ordinary families, this kind of annual income is very considerable."
"The Meng family owns two high-quality residential houses in Jiangxia City, with a combined price of more than 6 million."
"A small villa in Kyoto, covering an area of 500 square meters, with a total price of 23 million."
"Oh, his family still has two old houses over there in the old square in Kyoto. One is for his grandparents to live in, and the other is rented to others."
"Both these two old houses are demolished houses. They will definitely be demolished in the next two years, and the compensation they can get is about 20 to 30 million yuan."
"In addition, Meng Fan's father has good financial management skills. He has invested in several hotels and restaurants, and his annual dividends are four to five million."
"Don't say you are worth over 100 million, there are always people worth half a billion."
Lingxi said calmly: "So the Meng family has the financial resources to make an appointment at the Kunlun headquarters in Kyoto, and my disciples will notify me as soon as possible."
"You and he are classmates, and our relationship is so good. How could I not save him even if I die?"
"Can you understand what I say?"
Lingxi looked at me and said, "You are my apprentice. If you ask me for help, I will naturally not refuse."
"But Meng Fan's parents are too shrewd, which makes me feel very uncomfortable."
"It's not that you care about the three million selling fee, but that you resent them taking advantage of you."
Lingxi's words made me fall into silence. I was sad but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little bit lucky.
Fortunately, the people who used me were only Meng Fan's parents, not Meng Fan himself.
Otherwise, after today, the relationship between Meng Fan and I will definitely break down.
It may not be possible that we will never see each other until we die, but it is inevitable that we will have knots in our hearts that are hard to let go of.
Thinking of this, I immediately took out my mobile phone and called Meng Fan and pressed the loudspeaker button.
Ling Xi is right, brothers have settled accounts, and some things are better to be clarified in person.
"What's wrong Ningzi, I'm on my way to buy a microwave oven."
After the call was connected, noisy voices came from Meng Fan. The guy asked me happily: "Which brand do you want? Is one enough? Do you need a spare in the living room?"
"Well, it's up to you." I hesitated for a moment, then said calmly: "Fat man, my master can help you. The price is probably high, can you accept it?"
After thinking about it, I added, "Why don't you go home and discuss it with your parents and ask them if it's feasible."
"After all, it's not a small amount. It has to be three million."
"Why can't you accept it?" Meng Fan answered me without thinking: "My dear brother, my brother is about to die, so asking for money is useless."
"Besides, Master Lingxi's selling price of three million is a rule, and no one can be deceived."
"You can ask her to save my life. I will remember this kindness in my heart. How can I take advantage of you again?"
Meng Fan said directly: "I know exactly what my dad thinks. He didn't go to the Kunlun headquarters in Kyoto to make an appointment. He insisted on me coming to you. The profound meaning of this is self-evident."
"Ning Zi, my dad is my dad and I am me. There is no need for us to beat around the bush."
"On the first day of the new year, you will take me away from heaven and earth safely. I want to be my brother for the rest of my life."
