When I saw the older police officer, I was so surprised that I was speechless.
The patriarch of the Shanlin family on the side immediately smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Old friend, don't worry, I'm fine. This was just a joke between Mr. Fang and I."
"It's just a joke, and it can lead to this kind of trouble. If it gets bigger, wouldn't it..." The old dean opened his mouth and looked towards Fang Xiaoyu, and Fang Xiaoyu also glanced at him, scared.
He quickly retracted his neck and covered his mouth with his hands, not daring to say another word.
Seeing this, Fang Xiaoyu smiled knowingly and said to the old director of the hospital: "Don't worry, I will ask someone to take responsibility for the losses in the hospital."
Upon hearing this, the patriarch of the Shanlin family immediately smiled and said: "Yes, yes, we must be responsible for the losses in the hospital. I am responsible for this matter. Come, secretary, give me the bag."
The patriarch of the Shanlin family habitually waved to the car, and immediately a female secretary came over and handed him a briefcase.
Upon hearing this, the old dean who was wearing reading glasses immediately lit up with joy and exclaimed excitedly: "Great, great! Thank you, the old patriarch of Shanlin. As long as there is compensation, I will
Okay. Haha! As long as there is compensation."
The patriarch of the Shanlin family smiled slightly and boldly took out a check from his briefcase. After a few strokes, he added a long list of numbers and stuffed it into the old dean's hand. He said with a proud look on his face: "
Take it, all the losses in the hospital are mine, and if it’s not enough, come back to me.”
"Enough, enough, completely enough!" The old dean took the check in his hand, his hands trembling with excitement.
He never dreamed that the patriarch of the Shanlin family, who had always been shrewd and stingy, would suddenly offer him an astronomical amount of compensation.
After being happy for several seconds, the old dean cast his doubtful gaze on Fang Xiaoyu's face and sighed in his heart: "What is this guy's background? Even the head of the Shanlin Family wants to listen to him. Could it be that he is someone from Tokyo?"
A young master from an aristocratic family?"
As soon as the old dean's thoughts came to his mind, he heard Fang Xiaoyu's voice in his ears.
"Sorry, I'm not from Tokyo. I'm from China." Fang Xiaoyu was smoothly drawn into the old dean's thoughts. He smiled and shouted to the old dean.
This casual greeting startled the old dean.
"Ah... you... you... are you a human or a ghost?"
The old dean was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
Fang Xiaoyu quickly went over to support him and greeted him with a smile: "Old sir, don't be nervous. Chinese people have always been friendly."
"Ah... just now you..." The old dean opened his mouth wide, wanting to ask if Fang Xiaoyu was talking to him in his thoughts before, but he swallowed the words immediately when they reached his lips.
He finally understood why the always shrewd patriarch of the Shanlin family was so respectful to the young man in front of him. Obviously, this boy was a truly capable person.
Thinking of this, the old dean couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "China is really full of talents! I didn't expect that there are such gods and gods!"
After hearing what the old dean said, everyone was extremely puzzled and looked at each other in confusion.
Even the Shanlin Princess and the Shanlin Family Patriarch looked confused.
None of them knew exactly what Fang Xiaoyu said to the old dean to make him so excited.
The older police officer and several other police officers from before were even more confused.
He saw everyone looking at him with surprised eyes.
Fang Xiaoyu cleared his throat, winked at Princess Shanlin intentionally and said, "Okay, let's go, take me to have breakfast!"
"Hey! Okay! Mr. Fang, please." Princess Shanlin made a respectful gesture toward Fang Xiaoyu.
The moment she stretched out her hand, she was immediately startled by her own action. She couldn't help but ask herself: Don't I hate this kid very much? Why, why should I be so respectful to him? Am I afraid of him? Or am I afraid of him?
Respect him?
The forest princess fell into deep thought.
Fang Xiaoyu didn't bother to pay attention, got into the car, cleared his throat and shouted to the driver: "Drive."
"Wait, there's me." When Princess Shanlin heard the shout, she immediately opened the door and got in.
The patriarch of the Shanlin family and his secretary also got in.
After a while, the car started and drove forward slowly.
"Let me go, what is this kid's background? He can actually make the head of the Shanlin family so respectful." The older police officer looked at the back of the car, shaking his head and sighing to himself.
All the police officers also looked surprised.
Only the Shanlin family members hiding in the corner lowered their heads in anger and shame.
They hate Fang Xiaoyu and are even more afraid of Fang Xiaoyu.
After walking for more than ten minutes, the car stopped in front of a luxurious Japanese restaurant. This is a self-owned restaurant owned by Shanlin Group.
Seeing the car of the patriarch of the Shanlin family arriving, he immediately arrived. Two waiters came and opened the car door.
Immediately afterwards, a tall young Japanese woman came forward.
She is the main person in charge of the restaurant.
The young woman smiled and greeted the Shanlin Princess and the Shanlin Family Patriarch.
Although Fang Xiaoyu got out of the car first, this young and tall Japanese woman acted as if she saw nothing and stretched out her hand as if she was going to help the patriarch of the Shanlin family.
"Mr. Shanlin, please slow down!"
The woman bowed her hips with a respectful look that made people laugh.
Precisely because this movement was a bit too big, it happened to block Fang Xiaoyu's way.
"Miss, could you please move your body? Your butt is blocking my way." Fang Xiaoyu shouted unceremoniously at the young and tall Japanese woman.
The young and tall Japanese woman turned around and saw that Fang Xiaoyu was just a young boy in his early twenties. She sneered at him angrily: "Isn't he just a bodyguard? He spoke so rudely. He didn't see that I was talking.
The old patriarch of Fushanlin?"
"He doesn't need help." Fang Xiaoyu replied coldly.
"It's a joke. The head of the Shanlin family doesn't need support, but do you need support? What? You want me to support you? Unfortunately, you are not qualified yet." The young and tall Japanese woman shrugged at Fang Xiaoyu with a provocative look.
Shoulder.
Upon hearing this, the head of the Shanlin family turned pale with fright.
He shouted at the young and tall Japanese woman with a serious face: "How could you be so rude to Mr. Fang? He is my best friend."
Speaking of this, the head of the Shanlin family yelled at the young and tall Japanese woman in front of him: "Go and serve Mr. Fang quickly. If you make Mr. Fang dissatisfied, be careful and I will kill you." (To be continued)