Fang Zhiyi watched from a distance and nodded with satisfaction.
That's right, people who are willing to take out a knife when forced into a corner just lack the courage to have someone's support.
Because of Fang Yunhe's sudden change, Murong Ke didn't notice the transfer student, Bai Anan at all.
Fang Yuntian has been very busy recently. He signed a big order and successfully got promoted by his boss to sales manager. As long as he continues to work hard, he can save enough money to open his own store.
Fang Yuntian washed his face in the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and vowed to himself that he must live like a human being. At least he couldn't be like his gambling addict father, who was old and only knew how to act like a father. Ugh! What a waste!
There was a sound coming from the toilet cubicle behind me, like someone was making a phone call, it seemed to be the boss.
"Hey, Mr. Wang, hello, is that story you told true? Why does it sound so mysterious?"
"No, have you tried it? You need to make an appointment? Who is so crazy?"
"Really? Did Mr. Fu from Jinrui Real Estate say that?"
"Yeah, we're friends. Okay, I'll ask around later. The address is... No. 7 Sanming Street? Okay, I'll treat you to a drink someday! Haha."
The boss hung up the phone and walked out, meeting Fang Yuntian's eyes. Fang Yuntian lowered his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
The boss cleared his throat and said, "Xiao Fang, you're here."
"Well, wash your face and wake up."
The boss also came over to wash his hands: "By the way, where are you from?" He was trying to make small talk.
"It's local."
"Oh, local is good, you're the only one at home?"
Fang Yuntian's mind flashed with that cowardly brother, and his eyes dimmed: "Hmm."
"Oh, that's great, work hard!" After washing his hands, the boss patted him on the shoulder and left.
Fang Yuntian recalled the address he had just heard. From the sound of it, there must be something at that address that could be circulated among these bosses. His already restless heart began to become active.
After work, Fang Yuntian deliberately took a detour and went to the other side of his rented house, to No. 7 Sanming Street. What caught his eye was a narrow storefront with the shutter door closed. He looked up at the sign, which read "Repair, Water and Electricity, Real Estate Agency, Car Sales, Used Car Recycling, Mortgage Loan" and a series of words, and even a handwritten "Marriage Agency" at the end.
Fang Yuntian was a bit confused. What the hell was this? A know-it-all? He scoffed and got on his electric scooter to leave when he saw a black car slowly pull over. A woman got out. He had seen her from afar while doing business. She was the boss of a large company and, it was said, had four assistants.
The woman's appearance made him a little unsure, and he looked up at the sign again.
"Mr. Zou, it's almost 12 o'clock." The driver beside him reminded him. Mr. Zou nodded, raised his wrist to look at his watch, his eyes swept past Fang Yuntian and looked at the rolling door.
Fang Yuntian also subconsciously looked at his watch. There were still thirty seconds until half past eight.
At this moment, an electric bike came hurtling towards them and stopped steadily in front of the storefront. A man covered in oil got off the bike, bent down and pulled up the rolling door.
Zou's eyes lit up. She checked the time again. It was exactly half past eight. She walked over with a smile and said, "I guess you are Master Fang, right?"
Fang Yuntian was stunned for a moment. This guy's surname is also Fang? No, the key point is that his appearance doesn't look like a master.
But when the man turned around, Fang Yuntian's head buzzed.
That person turned out to be his biological father Fang Zhiyi!
"Are you here? Wait a minute, I need to change my clothes. I just helped a customer repair his car urgently." Fang Zhiyi glanced at Fang Yuntian, turned around and went inside. President Zou did not show any displeasure, but just stood at the door waiting.
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