Fan Wencheng's face darkened. He looked at the phone page that had been hung up and was about to call back when the phone rang again.
He adjusted his mood, curled his lips, answered the phone, and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Pan!"
As a result, bad news came from the other end of the phone again. The investment that had just been attracted collapsed again. Without even giving him a chance to speak, the other party hung up the phone directly.
Before he could react, the phone rang again.
Fan Wencheng looked at the caller ID and his heart skipped a beat. After seeing the previous two examples, he seemed to have anticipated something.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he pressed the answer button.
As expected, I still regretted cooperating with his company.
Hearing the hang-up sound coming from the phone, Fan Wencheng was so angry that veins on his forehead popped out. He punched the steering wheel and said, "Fuck you!"
This is called transfer?
Give him hope first and then let him despair, right?
A second ago, while looking at the pedestrians walking back and forth on the road, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a woman in white sitting on the street across the road, setting up a stall.
Fan Wencheng's eyes flickered. He thought that Master Long was so shrewd, but then he thought of Li Shu's warning to him and admitted, "Who else can you meet besides the client? Hurry up and give you the money."
Suddenly I thought of something, and my pupils suddenly contracted. I stared outside again with my eyes wide open. Sure enough, there seemed to be a painting under the man’s stall!
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Little Master Long waved his hand and finished sending him away. "Why is he asking so many questions again?"
Before hanging up the phone, Master Long sat behind the table and thought for a while, and finally figured out why the lucky beads suddenly malfunctioned.
Over there, Dicun had just returned to his stall after using the toilet.
Fan Wencheng cursed loudly and threw his phone under the seat.
Di Cun curled his lips, said nothing, and then walked away.
When I was halfway through the meal, I suddenly felt a little choked, so I picked up the water cup at hand, unscrewed the lid, tilted my head back and took a small sip.
After saying that, he waited for Qiang Daiyi to react before hanging up the phone.
Master Long, you are indeed a liar!
Di Cun frowned. I remember that when I came back from the toilet, it seemed that no one was setting up a stall in this vacant space.
The eight million that was originally in my hands is now only one million left. It's really bad luck.
Master Long casually replied, "Seven million."
The moment I raised my head, I was sure that I was not the painting seller Li Shu was looking for. "He was asking how he knew you could buy it."
Thinking of this, Master Long lowered his eyes to check the time on his phone. Seeing that it was still early, he stood up from his chair and disguised himself in front of the mirror to have an extremely friendly and unique face. Then he packed up his equipment for setting up a stall and went out.
In the afternoon, he wanted to pay him the balance of two million, but then he got busy and forgot about it.
The woman lowered her head, leaning against the shadows, and the light was dim over there at night, so her face looked small and clear.
I sat down on the stool, picked up the chopsticks, held up the lunch box, and continued to eat the fried rice, occasionally looking up to greet passers-by passing by the stall.
Master Long frowned, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and said in a confused tone, "How could it be? It really hasn't taken effect yet."
Upon hearing this, Little Master Long raised his head and looked towards Di Cun. He carefully looked me up and down. It was obvious that I was a poor man. He instantly became interested. "Big brother, that's a special painting of yours. He can afford it."
"So expensive!" Di Cun exclaimed, "Why are his paintings so special?"
There were few people outside that night, so I randomly found an empty space, set up my stall, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for a "lack of destiny".
Junior Master Long narrowed his eyes slightly, "Boss Fan, who did he meet today?"
Fan Wencheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. There was still a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. He opened the call list and called Master Long directly.
Soon, the call was connected. Before Master Long could say anything, he started to question, "Where's the promised change of fortune? How come all the eight deals I just broke up this day are back in place!"
Now I think it’s a good thing that I didn’t transfer it at that time, otherwise all the money would be wasted. The company is already short of funds.
Although I made a small profit a few days later, the male ghost outside the painting I sold disappeared inexplicably.
Seventy minutes ago, Master Long arrived at the ancient street where he often set up stalls.
I didn't go back to my stall, but pretended to be a passerby and continued to walk to the back.
I even cast a spell to search for your scent, but found nothing. It's really strange.
He lowered the water cup in his hand and tightened the lid. Seeing that the man kept looking up, he thought for a moment, then stood up and walked around the table to the opposite side.
Little Master Long pressed his brows with a headache, feeling that everything had gone so smoothly for him since he was seriously injured the next time he cast a spell.
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I walked up to the other stall, stopped, pointed at the painting on the ground, and asked, "That painting of his is pretty bad-looking. How's it selling for?"
Since we were able to negotiate a bad cooperation during the day, it means that it worked. As for the sudden collapse now, it is naturally related to me. But what went wrong?
"Haha, you have to ask him. He should give you the one million you will transfer to him right now, otherwise you will be done with him!" Fan Wencheng said angrily.
It seems I need to go out and find new targets.
You Nai just started the car and left.
I paused, my voice tinged with sinister intensity as I continued, "Not yet. Don't even think about causing trouble for you. You can crush him like an ant. If you trust him, don't give it a try."
Master Long's face darkened slightly. It made no sense for him to give back the money he had collected.
I really had no idea about Master Long. Later, because we were on good terms, I specially asked someone to check on Master Long. As a result, they did find some information, as if that person actually existed. In short, it was very weird.
Meanwhile, Fan Wencheng suddenly called me and said he wanted to treat me to a meal. At the time, I thought it was strange that he hadn't mentioned anything about coming down, but now he's calling again and saying it worked...
After some thought, Master Long agreed, "Mr. Fan, you can't ask for the balance, but that and the money you collected will naturally go into the account. Besides, you made sure to transfer the money for him. As for why it suddenly became invalid, that's your responsibility."
Fan Wencheng grabbed his hair in annoyance. Who would have thought that in just a dozen minutes, he would be threatened and warned twice by the same person, and he had no way to deal with it.
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