Feng Zhanpeng called, and two fierce men rushed out.
The two men held rubber sticks and glared at Lu Fei with bared teeth. They were a fierce bunch.
Not only was Lu Fei not afraid, he actually laughed.
"Me?"
"I've seen so much!"
"The dignified Chinese collector family turns out to be a den of fucking bandits!"
"Old man, I want Mr. Hei's cricket jar. Please think of a more technical way."
"Using the old-fashioned trick of touching porcelain, don't you look down on me?"
Feng Zhanpeng got up from the ground, came to the two strong men, pointed at Lu Fei and said.
"Boy, stop talking nonsense."
"You pushed me just now, causing the vase in our house to break. You must compensate according to the price."
"This vase is a genuine 800-year-old official kiln pastel made during the Qianlong period, worth 8 million."
"I'll give you two choices, either to compensate according to the price, or to hand over the cricket jar. Otherwise, you and this beauty will not be able to leave today."
After handing the cricket jar to Wang Xinyi, Lu Fei came to Feng Zhanpeng and sneered.
"I have something important to do, and I don't want to talk to you, an old dog."
"Since you are so shameless, I will play with you and have a good time with you."
"You said that vase is worth eight million, right?"
"no problem!"
"But eight million is too little, and it's not worth it for me to dig out my wallet. I'll give you some more, and remember it clearly!"
As he spoke, Lu Fei came to the solid wood shelf and suddenly kicked hard on the beam of the shelf.
The two-meter-high and three-meter-wide ancient shelf bounced heavily against the wall. With the vibration, all the dozen or so pieces of porcelain placed on the ancient shelf fell down.
There was a crackling sound, and more than a dozen pieces of porcelain were smashed to pieces.
When this scene happened, Feng Zhanpeng and the three people nearby were stunned for an instant.
They never expected that, faced with the name of the Feng family and the threat of the two strong men, Lu Fei would not only not be afraid, but would also take the lead in attacking.
This is absolutely unscientific!
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When the three of them reacted, the second Bogu frame was also brutally attacked.
All of a sudden, broken pieces of porcelain were scattered all over the floor, making it a mess.
"Boy, you, you, you are brave!"
boom--
Split!
Feng Zhanpeng shouted boldly, and the third Bogu frame collapsed suddenly, which was terrible to watch.
"Hold!"
"Beat me, beat me to death!"
"ah--"
Just as Feng Zhanpeng ordered to take action, a small blue and white bowl flew toward him.
Feng Zhanpeng was caught off guard, and the small bowl hit his forehead, causing blood to flow all over his face instantly.
The guy screamed and squatted down holding his head.
At the same time, two strong men swung the rubber sticks in their hands and attacked Lu Fei.
Unfortunately, Lu Fei's clothes were not even touched. The two of them hugged their wrists and screamed.
Lu Fei ignored their screams and pushed down all six book racks in one go, then smashed four sections of the counter to pieces, and then clapped his hands with satisfaction.
Lu Fei lit a cigarette and admired his masterpiece, feeling extremely happy.
No wonder Wang Xinlei got excited and volunteered whenever there was a business of smashing things.
It turns out that smashing things is really enjoyable and relieves stress!
Arriving in front of Feng Zhanpeng, Lu Fei said with a smile.
"Shopkeeper Feng, have you remembered clearly and how much is the total?"
"Little bastard, you are so brave. You dare to run wild on the Feng family's territory. You are dead, I tell you."
"Just wait, I'm going to scream"
Feng Zhanpeng was still shouting and received another kick from Lu Fei on the shoulder.
Feng Zhanpeng sat down heavily on the ground, feeling miserable.
The ground is littered with extremely sharp broken pieces of porcelain,
Feng Zhanpeng got a lot of luck in this sitting, and his screams were so tragic that the ghosts and gods were shaking in the heavens and the earth.
Lu Fei chuckled, raised his foot and shook it in front of Feng Zhanpeng and said.
"Old man, what did you want to say just now?"
"I"
Feng Zhanpeng endured the severe pain and opened his eyes. Looking at the swaying feet in front of him, he suddenly got goosebumps all over his body. He dared not speak anymore.
"Why don't you speak?"
"If you don't say anything, I'll leave!"
"Hey, I'm really leaving?"
Seeing Lu Fei's playful eyes, Feng Zhanpeng was aggrieved to the extreme, but he dared not speak out in anger.
Lu Fei retracted his feet and said coldly.
"Today is a small punishment for you."
"If you do too much injustice, you will be punished. If you continue to do evil, you will be punished sooner or later."
Seeing Lu Fei and Wang Xinyi swaggering away, Feng Zhanpeng cursed loudly.
"It's reversed, it's reversed!"
"How dare you smash up our old Feng family store? This bastard wants to die!"
"You two useless losers, howl your shit, call the young master quickly."
"Ouch!"
"My ass"
After leaving the antique market, Lu Fei took a taxi to take Wang Xinyi back to the hotel and went to the First Hospital alone.
At the entrance of the hospital, Xue Tai, Zhong Haiyang, and a woman in her early thirties had been waiting for a long time.
Lu Fei got out of the car and Zhong Haiyang trotted towards him.
"Mr. Lu, please."
"We are all our own people, Academician Zhong, there is no need to be polite."
"Master, tell me what you need to prepare, and we will arrange it immediately," Xue Taihe said.
"Don't be anxious yet. I'll see the patient first."
The young woman also came over to say hello.
"Mr. Lu, for my husband's illness, please pray to me. I'm so grateful to you, Zhong Lin."
"You must be Academician Zhong's daughter!"
"Academician Zhong and I are old acquaintances. You're welcome. Just call me Lu Fei."
"Sister Zhong, don't worry, I'll see the patient first."
"Don't worry, as long as it's a blood disease, I'm sure to cure it." Lu Fei said.
Zhong Haiyang knew Lu Fei well. Although this man was crazy, he never spoke nonsense.
Now that Lu Fei dared to guarantee this, the old academician felt reassured.
Surrounded by two top bosses from China Medical College, Lu Fei quickly entered the hospital.
When we arrived at the hematology ward on the ninth floor, there were two rows of experts, doctors and nurses in the department, including hospital leaders.
When Xue Taihe called Lu Fei for help before, two nosy nurses happened to pass by and overheard.
When they heard that Chinese doctor Xue Da actually had a master, the two nurses were shocked. Then, the breaking news quickly spread within the department.
At this time, these two rows of people were all eagerly waiting to pay their respects to Fu Zunrong, the doctor of Xue Daguo.
The elevator door opened and everyone looked over.
When they saw Doctor Xue Da and Academician Zhong walking out surrounded by a bald boy, these people were immediately disappointed.
In terms of their thinking ability, Xue Daguo's master must not have arrived yet.
As for this young man, he was probably just a passerby who happened to take the same elevator.
Xue Taihe, who walked out of the elevator, frowned slightly, glanced at Dean Zhao Changsheng and asked.
"Dean Zhao, what are you doing here, don't you have to work?"
Zhao Changsheng said with a slight smile.
"Don't worry, everyone on duty is on duty."
"We heard that your mentor, Mr. Xue, is coming, and we plan to have a look at his grace."
"Hasn't your master arrived yet?"
Xue Taihe stood still, pointed at Lu Fei with a proud look, and said to Zhao Changsheng.
"This is my mentor, but he is not as old as you think."