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After ten minutes of intense bargaining, with both parties racking their brains to fight for every inch of land, the deal was finally settled with 15 bowls of noodles in exchange for 25,600 yuan.
Zhuo Zhaoyun happily sat on the sofa in the living room, eating steaming noodles, turning on the TV and watching the morning news.
Zhang Feng, on the other hand, got into the kitchen again and cooked another bowl for himself.
When he brought it out, he saw that Zhuo Zhaoyun had eaten all the noodles in his bowl and was drinking the soup.
"Have you eaten all? Do you have such a big appetite?" he asked in surprise.
Zhuo Zhaoyun patted her belly and said, "Hmph, I want you to take care of it. Hey, hot noodles are more comfortable than bread when you eat them in your stomach."
Zhang Feng shook his head with a wry smile and asked while eating his own noodles: "By the way, my senior sister said last night that you two were good with wine and food, so you drank too much, but I saw that there wasn't even a hair on your table. What did you drink with me?"
"Hehe, anyway, the food and drinks are good, but I won't tell you, I have to pack up and go to work." With that, Zhuo Zhaoyun stood up with a smile and ran into her room.
Zhang Feng had a headache for a while. It was really strange. Could it be that he regarded the smog in Kyoto as an appetizer
When Zhuo Zhaoyun walked out of the room, she looked completely different, wearing black stockings, a hip-hugging skirt, an OL uniform, and a brown woolen coat. With exquisite makeup, tied up hair, and a pair of rimless glasses, she looks extremely capable.
As soon as Zhuo Zhaoyun left, the doorbell rang again.
Through the peephole, I saw a strange middle-aged man standing outside. He opened the door and asked, "Hello, what's the matter?"
"Are you Mr. Zhang Feng? Mr. Wang asked me to give this to you and invite you to visit me at home when you are free." The middle-aged man was gentle and elegant. He took out a document bag from his pocket and handed it to To Zhang Feng.
"Mr. Wang? Which Mr. Wang?" Zhang Feng asked. He couldn't remember that he knew any Mr. Wang.
"Mr. Wang is the head of the Wang family and the grandfather of the patriotic young master." The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Mr. Zhang, the things you asked me to do have been completed. Goodbye." After saying that, the man turned around.
There was no sloppiness in walking away.
Wang Aiguo's grandfather invited him to be a guest? What the hell is this? The grandson is being punished, and the grandpa jumps out? If I take care of him, won't his ancestral graves be blown up
After closing the door, he sat on the sofa and opened the document bag. Inside was a transfer agreement for a villa. All the procedures were completed and it was now under Zhang Feng's name.
In addition, there was a piece of paper inside the document bag, with a phone number written on it, but no name. However, Zhang Feng estimated that the phone number should belong to Mr. Wang. He hesitated whether to call him, but after thinking about it, he gave up on it. Intend.
Now that I and the Wang family have a grudge against Wang Aiguo, it is better to keep a distance deliberately without knowing the other party's attitude.
I just don't know what to do today. Now that I have this villa, I just want to go and look at the house. Living in the same room with Zhuo Zhaoyun all the time is not an option.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number. It beeped for a long time before the answer was answered. An impatient voice came from inside: "Who is it? Is there something wrong? You don't want to sleep so early in the morning. , where’s the soul-calling?”
"Hu Laosan, it's okay. The sun is shining on your butt, and you're still sleeping." Zhang Feng said jokingly.
"Zhang Laoer? I thought it was who it was when I went there. You kid, Niu B, I heard about what happened yesterday. I originally wanted to call you, but I didn't expect you to call yourself. How about it? ? Come out to play?" Hu Xinjian said with a smile.
Ever since he listened to Zhang Feng's words, he just took the management rights of the film and television company from Wang Aiguo and wouldn't give it to me? Well, I can only go and blow air in my sister’s ear. Don’t you want to pick up my sister? How can I help without some benefit? Wang Aiguo, who had a good grasp of the scale, had no temper at all, and directly handed over the ownership of the film and television company to him. As a result, Hu Xinjian turned against him, and Wang Aiguo could only scold her in private, without any temper at all.
"Forget it. I have built a villa and am going to check it out. I am not familiar with the place. Do you want to ask for help from a local snake like you?" Zhang Feng said.
"Easy. I'll find you in an hour." After saying that, Hu Xinjian hung up the phone.
An hour later, Hu Xinjian appeared in the small cell on time.
Downstairs in the district, he was still looking at his arrogant and domineering open-top Maybach sports car, but there was a woman wearing sunglasses covering her face sitting in the passenger seat.
After receiving Hu Xinjian's call, Zhang Feng casually put on his clothes, went downstairs, and drove out of his Ford Raptor.
After parking the car and the Maybach, Zhang Feng lowered the window and said with a smile: "How are you, Hu Laosan? Do you know where it is?"
"Made, how many times have I told you to call me Hu Sanshao, Hu Laosan, it sounds like the bandit leader Hu Hansan." Hu Xinjian cursed and corrected: "Oh, there are places in Kyoto that I am not familiar with. Let’s go, I’ll lead the way, just follow.”
The woman sitting in the car was Yan Yu'er, who officially became his girlfriend under Hu Xin Jiantian's shameless offensive. I couldn't help but smile when I heard the conversation between the two of them, Hu Sanshao, Hu Laosan, and the bandit leader Hu Hansan.
After the Maybach left the city and got on the highway, it stepped on the accelerator and started racing wildly.
120^130^150^170.
Hu Xinjian deliberately wanted to leave Zhang Feng behind, but he was surprised to find that no matter how fast he accelerated, the Ford Raptor would follow him at a leisurely pace, neither far nor close, but it felt like a lump in the throat.
"Mad! I still don't believe that I can't get rid of you, I can't beat you, and I can't beat you in a racing car?" Hu Xinjian increased the accelerator again. The top-level sports car has been modified, and the speed suddenly soared to 220.
At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket rang. Hu Xinjian was not in the mood to answer the phone, so he said: "Yu'er, help me see who is calling.
"Okay." Yan Yu'er took out the phone from his pocket, connected it, turned on the external voice, and heard Zhang Feng's smiling voice: "Hu Laosan, come and look at your left side!"
When Hu Xinjian heard this, he glanced to the left out of the corner of his eye and saw a Raptor roaring past, and he could even hear the roar of its engine.
Being copied by Zhang Feng, Hu Xinjian suddenly withered. He closed the accelerator and slowed down immediately. He picked up the phone and said, "Zhang Laoer, are you crazy? You're running close to 250 with a broken pickup truck!"
"What's wrong with a broken pickup truck? I just can't stand you pretentious people, you idiot!"