When Jiang Zhichao saw Fan Jianming's cell phone number, his scalp exploded.
He didn't want to answer, but he didn't dare, so he just clicked on his scalp.
"Fan...Brother, I...I'm in the provincial capital!"
"Do you know someone named Lu Zhaoyong?"
"Lu Zhaoyong?" Jiang Zhichao was obviously frightened by the call, and couldn't turn around for a while.
"It was for Jiangcheng's senior leader to drive."
"Oh, know, know, I have helped him settle a few things in the past, what's wrong?"
No wonder it's so arrogant, it's really both black and white after a long time?
Fan Jianming said coldly: "Just now he asked me to kneel for him, and said that he is very familiar with the Big Three in Jiangcheng."
"Hold the grass, he's looking for death? I'll call him right away."
"In addition, you tell me the phone numbers of Uncle Long and Uncle Biao."
"Ok."
Upon seeing this, the boss asked: "Brother Fan, what are you—"
Fan Jianming smiled and said, "Isn't that Lu Zhaoyong pretty good? I think I can eat black and white. I want him to be slapped in black and white. See if he is still arrogant?"
After a while, Lu Zhaoyong, who had already settled and walked outside the door, received a call from Jiang Zhichao. Without a word, he ran back to Haobao and gave Fan Jianming a plop on his knees.
"Brother Fan, I'm sorry! I, Lu Zhaoyong, have eyes but don't know Taishan, and I ask you to ignore the villain."
When the lobby manager standing on the side saw this, he felt very happy.
Fan Jianming waved his hand: "Forget it, don't be embarrassed here, go quickly."
"Thank you!"
Lu Zhaoyong quickly got up and left.
Fan Jianming dialed Uncle Biao's phone again.
Uncle Biao saw that it was an unfamiliar call, and asked with a grin: "Who is it?"
"Fan Jianming, Jiang Zhichao called me Brother Fan."
I go, this plague god?
That night, in front of the sales department of Shengshi Mingzhu, the ambush failed, and the scene of being blown up immediately appeared in front of us.
Uncle Biao shivered involuntarily: "Brother Fan, you... what are you asking me for?"
"Do you know Lu Zhaoyong?"
"Lu Zhaoyong...you said that you drove for a high-level leader? Know, know."
"Then it's no wonder he's a great pen. He said he was yours and just forced me to kneel."
"I'll go, this donkey day, I
Call him now. "
Lu Zhaoyong had just walked to the door, and the five buddies were still waiting for him, but Uncle Biao called him again.
After Lu Zhaoyong answered the phone, he ran back to Hao Bao, and knelt down to Fan Jianming with a plop.
At this time, Fan Jianming and the others had already ordered their food. They were eating. When they saw Lu Zhaoyong kneeling down without saying a word, Fan Jianming asked, "Didn't you let you go? Why are you here again?"
Lu Zhaoyong said with a look of embarrassment: "Uncle Biao called me to come this time. I'm really sorry, Brother Fan."
"Okay, I see, you can go."
Just after Lu Zhaoyong left, Fan Jianming called Uncle Long again.
When it heard that it was Fan Jianming's call, Uncle Long was also blinded.
The last time his daughter got married, Fan Jianming made a fuss on the spot. He was already losing face.
He was not as impulsive as Uncle Biao, and went to find Fan Jianming for revenge on the spot, but was waiting for the opportunity.
Unexpectedly, instead of waiting for the opportunity, he waited for a call from Fan Jianming, and said that Lu Zhaoyong borrowed the name of Uncle Long to force Fan Jianming to kneel.
Uncle Long quickly stated that there was no such thing, and at the same time immediately called Lu Zhaoyong.
Lu Zhaoyong just walked to the door and received a call from Uncle Long, and suddenly collapsed.
Another asked, "Brother Yong, what's the matter?"
Lu Zhaoyong yelled: "You are all to blame for the paralysis. Okay, why do you say that the Big Three should give me face?"
After speaking, Lu Zhaoyong returned to Haobao again, and banged his head to Fan Jianming three times in tears: "Brother Fan, it's all because I have no eyes, so please forgive me!"
Lu Zhaoyong was terribly miserable this time. He was humiliated three times in a row at noon, plus the first reprimand from a senior leader. This was already the fourth time.
The boss and the lobby manager felt very happy. Li Qianqian saw it and suddenly felt that Lu Zhaoyong was very pitiful. A middle-aged man in his thirties repeatedly entered the door and knelt down to Fan Jianming. This face was also lost home.
She touched Fan Jianming lightly, meaning that she told Fan Jianming to let him go.
Fan Jianming asked at this time: "Lu Zhaoyong, who else do you know in black and white?"
Sweat!
Lu Zhaoyong dare not say that even if he knows someone else with this face being beaten.
Fan Jianming can mobilize high-level leaders and Jiangcheng’s Big Three. Lu Zhaoyong can’t think of anything better.
People.
If there is, and if Fan Jianming still knows it, Lu Zhaoyong will only have a chance to hit the corner of the wall.
"No no, Brother Fan, you can spare me!"
"Lu Zhaoyong, anyhow you also drove with the leader, and mixed with these gangsters, didn't you discredit the leader's face?"
"Fan's lesson is that he will never dare to do it again."
"I asked the senior leaders to come, just to tell you one thing. Justice may be late, but it will never be absent."
"Yes Yes Yes."
"I asked the Big Three to call you to tell you a truth. People are not to look like, and the sea is not to be measured. Do you think that you are the only one who eats black and white? Do you know which cloud above your head, it will definitely not rain What?"
Lu Zhaoyong kowtow again: "Brother Fan, I understand, I understand."
"Go back and tell you those brothers, as long as their department dares to pick things up at Furama, my Fan brother must play them to death, understand?"
"understand."
"roll!"
"Yes Yes Yes."
Lu Zhaoyong left in a desperate manner. After walking downstairs, he pointed at the few people and said, "Remember, Fulihua and this surname Fan can't be offended, otherwise, you just wait to die!"
After the lobby manager came out of Haobao, he shook his head inconceivably, thinking: This fan is really amazing!
The boss looked at Fan Jianming in reverence, and stood up from the chair with a tremor, feeling that he was about to kneel for Fan Jianming.
Upon seeing this, Fan Jianming immediately asked: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Li Qianqian quickly stood up and said to the boss: "What do you have to say, sit down and say, don't do this, we are here to help you, why do you seem to be scared?"
The boss seemed to have just recovered, took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, quickly took out a stock prospectus from his pocket and placed it in front of Fan Jianming.
Fan Jianming took a look and asked, "What do you mean?"
The boss swallowed nervously and explained: "That's right, our annual profit at Fulihua is between 5 million and 7 million. If you weren't for these two times, I wouldn't be able to pass these two hurdles. I mean, from now on, you get 10% of the dry shares from me every year, even if it is our shareholder, what do you think?"
(End of this chapter)