Chapter Twenty-Seven

After these two people appeared in the Queen's Qing Bar, Zhang Liang restrained his madness a little, laughed, and greeted them, and exchanged pleasantries under the surprised eyes of everyone.

When everyone saw the person coming, their eyes widened suddenly, and they all yelled badly in their hearts, and some even took a step back subconsciously.

Uncle Zhang looked at the two of them in disbelief, his face full of fear, and stammered to one of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys: "Fan...Master Fan, you...why are you here! "

The young man was thin and thin, not tall, and his appearance was relatively ordinary. But his aura is unmatched, and as soon as he appeared, he seemed to become the focus of the whole bar, because he had an inexplicable aura about him, which seemed to be a natural majesty, which made people have to look at him. on him.

This young man doesn't have any famous brands, but even if he wears ordinary clothes, he gives people a solemn feeling, which is more unusual than luxury brands like Armani and Brioni. No one dared to look down on the glamorous big shot, rich second generation.

"Why, you can come, but I can't?" The young man said simply with a cold face, and glanced at Uncle Zhang lightly, not paying attention to him at all.

This young man was so indifferent and arrogant, but Uncle Zhang didn't dare to refute, but instead said with a smile: "If you can come, of course you can come, Mr. Fan, I didn't mean that!"

The moment Mr. Fan came in, the hearts of all the rich second generations sank, because they were too familiar with this person in front of them. The moment he saw him, the rich second generation almost wailed in his heart, if this person helped Zhang Liang...

"It's over, it's over!"

"Oh, how could it be him!"

Fan Jianming, whose father is the secretary of the Yingzhou Municipal Party Committee, and whose mother is the chairman of Huayi Pharmaceutical Company, is mainly engaged in the production and research and development of traditional Chinese medicine, with assets worth billions. He himself also has very impressive achievements. First of all, his grades are extremely excellent, and he has won awards in various competitions. He is a recommended student from Yanbei University. An auction house with tens of millions of assets, and this guy is a fighting genius. He has also participated in the cruel professional fighting competitions abroad and achieved a good ranking.

Fan Jianming's reputation in the whole circle is almost perfect and invincible. This person is very indifferent, decisive in his actions, and does not lie to anyone, but his own strength and the strength behind him make people dare not provoke him at all.

As soon as Ye Tian saw Fan Jianming, his eyes were fixed: "En? Very good physical fitness, more than ten times stronger than that Shao Yuchen."

He knew that this person was not a simple second-generation rich and second-generation official.

After Fan Jianming came in, he regarded the hundred and ten people in front of him as nothing, walked to the nearby sofa unhurriedly, sat down with a big horse, did not get into the topic, but said to the waiter: "Give me Have a glass of orange juice."

The waiter saw that no one in the hall dared to speak, and the boy's demeanor was really extraordinary, so he handed it over in a hurry, and asked after returning, "Who is this person!"

Some of the waiters had heard of his name, and when they mentioned his identity, the other waiters were shocked.

"I didn't expect Zhang Liang to invite such a character!"

"Yeah, this one person can overwhelm the audience."

"Hey, the Queen's Qing Bar is completely lost!"

Knowing the identity of the young man, everyone no longer had any hope, but hoped that they would not be implicated, and secretly reminded in their hearts that they must wink at critical moments.

Fan Jianming took a sip of orange juice as if no one was around, and then said slowly: "Mr. Zhang, I'll ask you a question!"

With a flattering smile all over his face, Uncle Zhang stepped forward and said, "Hey, Mr. Fan, don't call me Mr. Zhang. How dare I, just call me Lao Zhang. Just ask whatever you want, and I promise to tell you everything." There are endless words!"

Facing a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, he was like facing his own big boss, a person with seniority older than himself, full of good things, afraid that he would not say enough good things.

"Mr. Zhang, how is your land in Yingzhou New District?" Fan Jianming asked suddenly.

Uncle Zhang didn't know what he meant, why he suddenly mentioned this, and said in a daze, "It's about to be taken down!"

"Oh?" Fan Jianming didn't look at him, but took another sip of orange juice, and said in a somewhat erratic tone: "It's about to be taken down? That means it hasn't been taken down yet!"

Uncle Zhang suddenly understood what he meant. Beads of sweat protruded from his forehead. The land in the new district was very important to him. Hong Kong is related to his wealth and life. If he can’t take it down, all these years of hard work will be in vain, and he will even lose everything. He couldn’t help wiping off his sweat and said loudly: “Ha, Young Master Fan, you really know how to joke, really Will be joking..."

Fan Jianming's face suddenly turned cold, his eyes were like knives, and he looked at Uncle Zhang for the first time, his voice was not loud, but it made people tremble: "I'm not joking!" Then he said: "But if you..."

Uncle Zhang understood immediately, wiped his sweat again, and asked, "Heh, heh, I don't know what is your relationship with Zhang Liang?"

"Fa Xiao, he saved my life when I was a child!" He said very briefly, but loudly, he wanted to let Uncle Zhang understand his determination to help Zhang Liang.

After hearing this, Uncle Zhang immediately made a choice in his heart. No matter what, the land in the new district is the most important thing to him, and if he chooses to stand alone between the mayor and the municipal party secretary, he doesn't even need to think about it Thinking, of course it was Fan Jianming in front of him. He slapped his forehead, pretended not to know the situation, laughed and said: "You see, this is a mess, I haven't figured it out yet, so it turns out that they are all a family, they are all My family, isn’t the flood flooding the Dragon King Temple? Ha, it’s flooding the Dragon King Temple!”

Although he said it seemed that the two were not helping each other, he walked to Fan Jianming's side and stood still behind him, with a humble and respectful look, and the smile on his face never disappeared for a moment.

As soon as Uncle Zhang walked over, more than a dozen people followed him to Fan Jianming's place, bowing their knees to Fan Jianming.

In this short period of time, the people on Mo Shaotian's side began to defect on the spot, and a small part of them actually went to Zhang Liang's side.

The rich second generations panicked, no one thought that Fan Jianming would appear, and they almost regretted their trip to this muddy water.

They are not yet at the level to talk to people like Fan Jianming, and they have nothing to do with him, but they have heard about his various deeds for a long time. He will not stop if he is completely obedient. In Fan Jianming's words, this is called: "Do it right away, don't give him a chance to get up!"

They all looked at Mo Shaotian, but saw that Mo Shaotian's face turned pale, as if he had just been beaten with a sap, and he said in a dazed voice, "Uncle Zhang, you are..."

Uncle Zhang frowned and glanced at him, cursing secretly, why can't you see the situation clearly, it's too late to be subdued now, otherwise, he would wait until the game is over, and then said: "Young God, tell me about you, it's all about you!" Is it for something? I didn't understand anything, so I asked you to call me. If you had made it clear earlier, you wouldn't...you wouldn't have such trouble with Young Master Fan, you are really..."

He complained in public and said, "Shaotian, isn't it just a cleanup? Why did you make such a fuss? It's not worth it. It's not worth it. Give it to Brother Zhang Liang!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Shaotian's face turned even paler. The rest of the rich second generation didn't want Uncle Zhang to help his opponent speak up, but they dared not speak out, and they didn't have the courage to resist at all. How horrible.

It is widely rumored in the circle of the rich second generation that once there was an arrogant young man from Yunzhou who offended Fan Jianming and broke eight ribs, all ten fingers and ten toes were comminuted, and his brain was fractured. After lying in the hospital for more than a year, his family did not dare to take action against Fan Jianming, and since then, the young master has behaved like a cat, whenever Fan Jianming's name is mentioned, he trembles all over, saying that he is a devil.

Li Siyu never thought that Zhang Liang would know such a person, panicked like a rabbit whose ears were held by a hunter, and looked at Ye Tian bewildered.

Ye Tian felt her gaze, shook his head at her, and mouthed: "Don't worry, it's okay!"

Li Siyu looked at him, felt inexplicably relieved, moved her footsteps subconsciously, came to Ye Tian's side, and stood silently behind him, only then did she feel really at ease. He holds back all storms.

On the other side, Zhang Liang folded his arms and sneered when he saw the mournful look of the crowd.

"Clear it, it will be there soon!"