Wu Yahuan said and forwarded a video to Ding Fan. It was from the surveillance camera outside the door of Hengfu Building, which faithfully recorded everything that just happened.
A man in his early thirties was slowly crossing the road. At this moment, a Hummer came at a high speed and hit the man very accurately without any signs of evasion or braking.
The man was knocked ten meters away and lay on the ground squirming. At this moment, the Hummer stopped. The license plate number was the same as Ding Fan's!
The driver got out of the car to check the situation and faced the surveillance camera. He appeared to be dressed and looked the same as Ding Fan. Of course he was wearing a simulated mask, but the degree of simulation was so high that it was difficult to tell the real thing from the fake one on the surveillance camera.
But at this moment, several cars came quickly, and before the man could run back to the Hummer in a panic, he was surrounded by a group of men in suits who got out of the car.
A fight broke out during this period. The man was good at martial arts, but he couldn't withstand the group fight. He was beaten to the ground in embarrassment and his mask was mercilessly taken off.
Seeing this face, Ding Fan felt disgusted. It was so ugly, with dark skin, brows, small eyes, and a bulbous nose. No wonder his mouth was always closed, and he also had two big buck teeth!
Vaguely visible, there is a scar on the forehead!
The perpetrator was firmly under control. The man in the suit was holding his waist and dialing the phone. He should be calling the police.
That's all for the video, but you don't have to watch what happened next to know. Police cars and ambulances arrived one after another, the injured were taken to the hospital, and the perpetrator was taken away by the police.
A well-planned conspiracy was actually caught, and all the masks were taken away. It is estimated that at this moment, Fu Dongyang is like an ant on a hot pot, eager to clear all relevant evidence.
happy!
Ding Fan was in a good mood and said sincerely: "Sister Huan, thank you very much!"
"You don't have to do this with me. You've been dating Fu Huainan's secretary for so long. Nothing happened to you, right?" Wu Yahuan rolled his eyes. Usually, this kind of woman is very good at seducing men and can take the risk.
"Of course not. Let's drink coffee, chat, read palms and so on." Ding Fan said.
"This woman is also an accomplice, we cannot let her go."
"In fact, before I even arrived at the hotel, she reminded me to leave and find a place with more people."
"How is that possible?" Wu Yahuan was in disbelief.
"She may have fallen in love with me, and she can't bear to be plotted against my master!" Ding Fan said arrogantly.
"For that kind of thing, you also..."
"Hey, don't be impatient, just listen to me."
Ding Fan narrated the whole process, including the conclusion through fortune telling that Zhang Xueyan's younger brother was sick and the feng shui problems of the ancestral graves. Only then did Zhang Xueyan feel touched, repented, and would no longer help the evildoers.
Wu Yahuan couldn't help but secretly admire Ding Fan's perseverance and patience. Doing so is wise and strategic, and turning enemies into friends is undoubtedly the best policy.
If it had been her, she would have beaten Secretary Zhang so badly that she was injured inside and out, and died before her brother.
"Xiaofan, don't be optimistic. Fu Dongyang must have a back-up plan, and he will be killed if he is involved. In the end, he probably won't be able to do anything to him." Wu Yahuan reminded.
"Through this incident, let him know a truth. The mantis stalks the cicada before the oriole leaves behind. If you plot against others, they will be plotted against you. You must learn to be more honest." Ding Fan said,
"Well, this goal should be achieved." Wu Yahuan nodded.
We also have to take a look at Mu Xiaolei, the biggest hero. If he hadn't discovered the conspiracy in advance through lip reading, we don't know how the situation would have developed.
"Go and take a look. Xiao Lei is depressed. When he sees me, he droops his head." Wu Yahuan said with a bad smile.
"What's wrong? I'm not okay?" Ding Fan was puzzled.
"Tch, he knows you're fine." Wu Yahuan stretched out two fingers, "Two hundred thousand, gone!"
The young stock god failed in the stock market and lost 200,000 yuan so quickly. Even an adult would beat his chest. It was indeed enough to make Mu Xiaolei depressed and undermine his self-confidence.
When Ding Fan came to Mu Xiaolei's house, the little guy was indeed a little tired and lay down early for the first time.
"Xiao Lei?" Ding Fan shouted, but there was no movement. Ding Fan chuckled, went over and patted his buttocks through the quilt, "Should I snore twice while pretending to sleep?"
"Brother Fan!"
Helpless, Mu Xiaolei had no choice but to sit up from the bed, his eyes averted, his smile unnatural, and his small hands had nowhere to rest.
Poor baby!
Ding Fan sat on the edge of the bed and said with a smile: "Xiao Lei, thanks to you, I escaped an unnecessary disaster today. That group of people planned it carefully. If you hadn't been able to read lips, I would have at least reported it to the police."
Explained explained.”
"It's my duty to help Brother Fan!" Mu Xiaolei patted his thin chest, and then said with a cry: "Brother Fan, I thought I could understand the stock market, but after struggling for so long, I lost two hundred thousand to Sister Huan.
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"It doesn't matter. The stock market is like a battlefield. Victory or defeat is a matter of military affairs." Ding Fan patted his little shoulder comfortingly and said: "In my opinion, you can't bet on luck in the stock market, and any curve chart is even less reliable. You must understand the behind-the-scenes of the stock.
Companies must conduct analysis and pay special attention to good news in order to remain invincible.”
A layman who has never traded in stocks starts to analyze the stock market with practitioners, just like an experienced teacher.
Of course Mu Xiaolei understood the content on the side of the road, but he still pretended to be very patient, listening to Ding Fan's irrelevant instructions and nodding his head in cooperation.
"Brother Fan, I won't trade in stocks now. I will learn it when I grow up. I will repay her the money I lost in the future." Mu Xiaolei gave up.
"You just got started, why do you give up so easily? Sister Huan will be disappointed when she hears this. Xiaolei, I have made the decision. Even if I lose one million, it doesn't matter. I will communicate with Sister Huan.
Just go ahead and speculate!" Ding Fan said generously.
"Really? Can I still be fired?" Mu Xiaolei was pleasantly surprised.
"Of course, it's just a million. If you lose a lot of money, you'll get it back."
Having said that, Ding Fan's heart was still bleeding. It was not easy to make money. Brother Fan only made half a million by showing people Feng Shui once.
"Brother Fan, I know why I lost money in the first place. I am confident that I will definitely make money."
"We also believe in you. Since this money is fully entrusted to you, don't put too much pressure on it."
Um!
Mu Xiaolei was resurrected with full health again. The main reason why he always lost money before was because he ran away after falling, for fear of losing more and being unable to explain to Sister Huan.
Now with these words from Ding Fan, we can take a long-term view appropriately.
Next, there was Mu Xiaolei's endless talk about stock market knowledge. Ding Fan yawned so much that he came back from Mu Xiaolei's room, chatted briefly with Wu Yahuan, and then went back to the house to rest.
In fact, he didn't sleep either. Ding Fan first swallowed a Qi-Building Pill and refined it, then opened the Baihui Point on the top of his head, took out the Soul Receiving Flag, and released Leng Ling'er.