Ding Fan got up and opened the curtains, and sure enough he saw a large bat, banging its head against the glass in a rhythmic manner, endlessly.
Huang Yao came to deliver a letter again. Could it be that he likes to write letters very much and is narcissistic about his literary talent? The last time he wrote was clearly a limerick!
Just as he was about to open the window, night owl Wu Yahuan came in. Seeing Ding Fan standing in front of the window, he asked in confusion: "Xiaofan, can't you sleep too?"
Brother Fan really wants to sleep, isn't this a messenger?
Ding Fan pointed to the window and said with a smile: "Look, what is that?"
Wu Yahuan took a closer look at the window and immediately stepped back with a look of extreme disgust, "How disgusting. Where did the bat come from? Is it lost?"
"You came here specially to deliver a letter to me. Huang Xianren missed me." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"That demon in Dong Qingshan?" Wu Yahuan was shocked. He was able to drive bats to deliver messages, which once again confirmed that this man indeed had great supernatural powers.
"That's right, there was a letter before, but I didn't tell you. He asked me to quit, otherwise he would turn me into ashes." Ding Fan said.
"Xiao Fan, I'm a little scared! The dead can't survive now, and we have to save the living. If that doesn't work, just quit!" Wu Yahuan's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly grabbed Ding Fan's arm.
"No, we must fight him to the end, because he is targeting living people."
Ding Fan said, and went over to open the window. As expected, the big bat flew in and spit out a small metal ball. However, it did not fly away immediately and remained stuck to the glass.
Of course Wu Yahuan's eyesight could not see the bat spitting out the ball. When he was suspicious, Ding Fan closed the window, closed the curtains, and turned on the lights in the room.
Ding Fan found toilet paper, picked up the metal ball on the ground, wiped it with alcohol several times to disinfect it, and then handed it to Wu Yahuan. It was small and looked like a bead.
Wu Yahuan took a closer look and said in shock: "The logo of the Tiandi Chamber of Commerce."
"So, it can be confirmed that Huang Yao is the real boss behind the scenes." Ding Fan said.
"Hollow?" Wu Yahuan felt as light as nothing, but didn't know how to open it.
"There are private goods inside."
Ding Fan found the silver needle, and based on his previous experience, he easily separated the ball, but found a small dry leaf hidden inside. When he opened his Dharma Eyes, he did not find the existence of You Xuan Qi.
From this point of view, Yu Xuan Qi is also very precious to Huang Yao and cannot be wasted casually.
Without a magnifying glass, Ding Fan looked closer at the leaf, and sure enough he found a sentence on it. It was slightly carved, but very clear. The calligraphy was not bad, it was in standard block letters.
"Little friend Ding Fan, if you quit, I will give you a fortune pill. Can you please? I look forward to your reply."
Rubbing his eyes carefully, Ding Fan further confirmed that he had read it correctly, it was the Fortune Pill. His heart beat wildly with excitement. He really, really, really wanted it!
"Xiaofan, what's on it?" Wu Yahuan asked curiously.
"He wants to give me a fortune pill in exchange for my withdrawal." Ding Fan said.
"Good Luck Pill, it has a cool name, what does it do?"
"Super elixir, after taking it, you will have the root of immortality, and you have the chance to become an immortal. No matter how much money you spend, you can't buy it. Huang Yao really has it in stock."
Ding Fan was very emotional. In comparison, the Daoxuan Sect he joined was extremely poor.
From Ding Fan's point of view, Huang Yao was not bragging, there should really be such a magical medicine. The Qiming ointment that nourishes spiritual eyes is so rare that if you pick up the leftovers from Haishan, you will still only get half a bottle.
"what do you think?"
Wu Yahuan couldn't help but ask. She knew very well that the allure of this elixir to Ding Fan exceeded all the wealth in the world, even the most beautiful woman in the world!
Of course, Wu Yahuan also wanted to have the Good Fortune Pill and have a different life. Through her contact with Ding Fan, she had already believed that there were superhuman beings in this world.
"I wanted to trick him into getting the Fortune Pill, but I felt it was inappropriate. This kind of elixir usually has a mark, and he can lock me in for a long time. So, I gave up and couldn't take it." Ding Fan made up his mind and refused the temptation.
Wu Yahuan suddenly felt relieved. While feeling sorry for Ding Fan, the little man in front of her once again made her feel tall. "Xiao Fan, won't you regret missing the Fortune Pill?"
"I don't regret it. He can give me one at will, and even if I take it, I won't lose control. As long as we work hard, maybe one day we can refine it ourselves."
Ding Fan said this as a comfort to himself. Alas, that was the Good Fortune Pill, which was really rare.
The messenger was still waiting at the window. Ding Fan found a small piece of paper and wrote a reply to Huang Yao.
One hundred fortune pills, I quit!
Seeing this sentence, Wu Yahuan couldn't help but laugh out loud. Ding Fan really dared to open his mouth so much that he could eat a hundred fortune pills!
This kind of insincere statement means that you don’t want to quit, so there is no need to explain it further.
Ding Fan crumpled the note into a ball, stuffed it into the metal ball and closed it. Then he turned off the light, opened the curtains, opened the window, waved it in front of the big bat, and placed it on the windowsill.
As expected, the big bat spread its wings and flew up, swooping down, accurately holding the metal ball in its mouth, and then disappeared into the night.
Ding Fan returned to the bed and lay down. Wu Yahuan also came up and leaned against him, saying softly: "Xiao Fan, I don't know why, but I always feel in a trance, especially at this time."
Of course Ding Fan knew why. The sequelae left by Leng Ling'er's invasion of his body certainly couldn't be broken, so he grabbed Wu Yahuan's wrist and felt the pulse in a serious manner.
"Sister Huan, you are overthinking, and you are lonely and cold. You need to learn to be more open-minded. You will be fine in a few days," Ding Fan said.
"Nonsense!" Wu Yahuan was amused, but he hugged Ding Fan's arm and closed his eyes slightly.
She just didn't want to leave, and Ding Fan couldn't chase her away, so the beauty was by his side, and the scent filled his nose, and the two fell asleep clinging to each other.
After going to work the next day, as soon as Ding Fan sat down in the office, his secretary Fang Meiqian walked in with two documents in his hand.
"Xiaofan, are you going to hold a fashion expo?" Fang Meiqian asked.
"yes!"
Ding Fan didn't quite understand how Fang Meiqian knew the news, even though she only told Bai Yifei and Mo Yuhong.
"Great, I will let the models step up their training and strive to have excellent performance at the fashion expo." Fang Meiqian was so happy that she put the two materials on the table.
Ding Fan really couldn't understand the English material, "Sister Qian, what are all these?"
"I just logged into the office's mailbox and saw documents from the International Fashion Association. One is a letter agreeing to hold a fashion expo, and the other is a power of attorney. You are solely responsible for it, and it is agreed that you will receive 50% of the proceeds.
, it belongs to you personally." Fang Meiqian explained, with a lot of envy in her eyes, half of the share is worth fighting for.
"Did the above say what to do if you lose money?" Ding Fan had to be a villain to prevent being deceived and causing legal trouble.