Lan Shan immediately denied it and asked tentatively, "I wrote a letter to Master Shenxuan, can you help deliver it?"
"Okay, I've made some progress. I know how to keep in touch with family members." Ding Fan praised and asked again: "You won't curse my master in the letter, right?"
"Well, he is my only blood relative in this world. Why are you scolding him?" Lan Shan said.
"Then you didn't scold me, did you?"
"I'm full!"
Ding Fan chuckled and reminded, "Shanshan, contacting Master is very time-consuming, so you have to be patient."
"I am not in a hurry."
"Give me the letter!"
Ding Fan stretched out his hand, and Lan Shan took out a letter from his pocket and handed it over, emphasizing: "Ding Fan, be like a gentleman and don't peek."
"Who do you think I am? I'm not interested!" Ding Fan frowned and said dissatisfiedly. In front of Lan Shan, he threw the letter sealed with several layers of glue into the drawer and spread his hands: "
Don’t worry this time, it’s sealed tightly.”
"thank you."
Lan Shan curled her lips in disdain, turned and left, and went downstairs to coach the security guards.
It would be weird if you don’t look at it!
If Lan Shan curses the master in the letter, and the apprentice is also affected, the master will blame him for not communicating well.
Ding Fan took out the letter, opened his Dharma Eyes, and put it under his eyelids. He really saw the writing inside. It was actually just a piece of paper, with no more than 200 words in total.
After reading it roughly, Ding Fan almost made his nose twist with anger. He had never seen such a slanderous person.
In the letter, Lan Shan rarely called her uncle. She was very lonely and wanted to know what her biological parents were like back then. The conversation changed and she mentioned Ding Fan.
The Ding Fan in the letter is absolutely rubbish. He spends all his time looking for flowers, stays up all night, gets into fights, and is greedy for wealth. He flirts with women all day long, cheats money and sex, and also likes to gamble, losing his pants.
The last sentence suggested that the division should be purged, and the best thing to say was to call Ding Fan back, beat him up, and then drive him down the mountain!
Don't guess what a woman is thinking. You can't figure it out even if you keep guessing. Ding Fan thinks he's already pretty good to Lan Shan, but he actually stumbles behind her back and doesn't blush when questioned!
Of course, Lan Shan also underestimated Master's understanding of his disciples. Brother Fan was one of Master's most proud disciples and had been patiently cultivated for many years. How could he be instigated with just a few words?
Not even my niece!
Hey, you are unkind, I am unjust, let’s not follow the rules!
Ding Fan had already decided that when he handed the letter to Yun Ling, he would open it and tear out the section that slandered him, so that Lan Shan's plot would never succeed.
At this time, the mobile phone rang and Huang Yongping called.
"Brother, come downstairs and help me check out the feng shui of the studio." Huang Yongping urged as he came up.
"Where to choose?"
"Hey, you'll know when you get down. I'll wait for you! Give me a kiss."
A chirping sound came from the phone, which made Ding Fan so sick that he subconsciously wiped his face and hurried downstairs to see Huang Yongping.
After getting into Huang Yongping's car, the boy turned the corner and entered the small street opposite Fuyao Building. He drove a hundred meters and stopped.
"Brother Huang, you wouldn't choose your studio here, would you?" Ding Fan asked in surprise.
"Hey, it's close, so it's convenient to discuss something with you as a shareholder." Huang Yongping smiled proudly and pointed to a closed beauty shop on the roadside.
Ding Fan regretted it endlessly. He really shouldn't have tinkered with Huang Yongping's opening of a studio. It was so close and he couldn't be bothered to death!
No, Huang Yongping had an ulterior motive for choosing this place. Sikong Ye works in Fuyao Building. As long as he often waits on the street, he can take a loving look at it from a distance.
"Brother, how is the feng shui of this place?" Huang Yongping asked.
"It's too bad. You can't make a fortune at all. The whole street has bad feng shui." Ding Fan said immediately.
"You must be teasing me!" Huang Yongping didn't believe it at all.
"It's true. The Fuyao Building is so tall that it blocks the intersection and blocks all the financial resources."
"Well, then I can only discuss it with the old man in a low voice and ask him to ask Bai Yifei to find a room in Fuyao Building." Huang Yongping sighed regretfully.
Fuyao Building is not for rent, and the office is a special case. But if Huang Fu came forward, Bai Yifei might agree. Ding Fan didn't want Huang Yongping to spend all day on the eighth floor having fun. That would be a difficult life.
Thinking of this, Ding Fan shuddered and hurriedly changed his tone, "Brother Huang, although the feng shui here is bad, brother, I am an expert at changing luck. With a little treatment, I can turn the bad feng shui into a first-class feng shui treasure.
"
"Haha, I don't trust anyone else, I only trust you, brother."
Huang Yongping laughed happily and actually got the key to the beauty shop, opened the door and walked in.
A two-story building with an area of about 200 square meters. Although it is not far from Fuyao Building, it is still a small street with a small flow of people and no location advantage.
The shops in the small streets all serve nearby residents. Fortunately, roads were built some time ago and are smooth, making transportation very convenient.
Ding Fan walked around upstairs and downstairs. The original interior decoration was okay and did not need to be changed much. Speaking of Feng Shui, there were indeed some problems. Taking the hairdresser as the coordinate, the green dragon on the left was too high and there was no care in front.
It’s not that there are no financial resources, but that the financial resources are too large for ordinary people to bear, and it will affect their health.
Without a good body, of course you can't make money, which is why beauty shops can't continue to work.
"Brother Huang, how much does it cost to rent this place for a year?" Ding Fan asked.
"Six hundred thousand a year, I plan to pay for half a year first, and with some money left, I need to hire people and buy some equipment." Huang Yongping said.
Half a year is 300,000 yuan, and Huang Yongping doesn't have much money in his hands. A good hairdresser's monthly salary is not low. It seems that he still needs to continue to invest.
Brother Fan's money is not brought by strong winds. If he keeps investing like this, he will definitely return to poverty.
"Brother, you don't have to worry about the money issue. I was hanging out with my mother for a while last night, and she supported me with 300,000 yuan. Huh, I must not let the old man look down on me this time." Huang Yongping said.
Ding Fan stroked his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled up a swivel chair and sat down. He formally asked Huang Yongping about his birth date. After a simple calculation, he quickly drew a Kang'an Talisman. Huang Yongping was convinced of Ding Fan and immediately posted it on the door.
On the beam.
In the long run, it still won't work here. Let's talk about it in half a year!
Now that it was settled, Huang Yongping immediately went through the formalities and called it Huang Yongping Studio. It focused on high-end hairdressing and styling, and low-income groups were not included in the service.
Efficiency was achieved, but the quality was too poor. Even after renting it for half a year, Ding Fan complained endlessly and lamented that ginger is still too old. Huang Fu obviously couldn't solve the problem by himself, so he found Ding Fan as a breakthrough!
What an old fox!
As soon as Ding Fan cursed, Cai Xin's call came. He reported the work to his boss, completed the task, and returned smoothly!
Alas, Huang Fu is already honest enough. This matter has nothing to do with him. It is Huang Yongping who is blamed for his incompetence!