Fan Hua suddenly became anxious and angrily said, "Money, money, money! You two don't care about anything else except money, right? My money all came from the wind. I just bought those four houses and it cost over five million. How can I have any money? Do you still think your father runs his own banknote printing factory?"

Fan Zhimao insisted, "Either pay me or forget it. If you don't make life easy for us two brothers, your whole family will have no hope of living well!"

If you don't have money, you can sell your house. You used fake property certificates to fool us with those four apartments. Could your property certificates be fake too? And isn't your mansion in Beijing for sale? It should be worth at least 20 million, right?

Fan Hua was so angry at Fan Zhimao that he almost died. He said, "If I give it all to you, how can I live like this? I just have this status to sound good. Do you think I can be like a big boss, with money flowing into my pocket continuously?"

Fan Zhimao asked in return, "Isn't that right? You can't earn so many houses just by treating patients and giving lectures, right? If you want to earn more, there are definitely many ways to do it."

Fan Hua hated the feeling of being led around by the nose by a young boy, especially when that boy was his son who was always timid and submissive in front of him.

He was furious and slapped Fan Zhimao in the face. He then grabbed Fan Zhimao's neck and said viciously, "Don't think I can do nothing about your little tricks. If I'm serious, I can make you two brothers, plus that shifty Qian Xiaoshu, disappear without a trace. So, go back and tell those two brothers to behave themselves."

Fan Zhimao was strangled by Fan Hua until he couldn't breathe. He felt like he was on the verge of death. Coupled with the influence of Fan Hua's vicious eyes and cold tone, he felt a great fear in his heart.

He didn't dare to say anything until Fan Hua released the hand that was pinching his neck and turned away with big strides.