Murongke opened his mouth wide and pointed his finger at himself: "Me?"
Teacher Li slammed the table, stood up and walked out. Only Fang Zhiyi and three others were left in the office. Murong Ke looked aggrieved but didn't dare to say anything. He could even feel the malicious smile on Fang Yunhe's father's face. The teacher was there just now, and if he turned around to speak now, he would probably get beaten again.
Teacher Li came back quickly with a schoolbag in his hand, and found a pack of cigarettes and a small amount of money.
His face was gloomy: "Bringing cigarettes to school? Huh? Robbing money? Huh? Murong Ke, I have tolerated you for a long time." His reputation has always been bad.
Murong Ke was completely stunned. He didn't smoke, did he? Not to mention robbing him. Look at him like a mad dog. How could he dare to rob him?
"Your parents must be called here today!" Teacher Li slammed the table and roared.
"Teacher, what about us?" Fang Zhiyi asked quietly. Teacher Li waved his hand and said, "Yunhe's father, you take Yunhe back first. Don't miss any classes."
Walking out of the office, Fang Yunhe looked up at his father, and Fang Zhiyi also looked at him.
"You kid, you learn everything?" Fang Zhiyi only took a look at him and knew that this kid had come to his senses. Not only that, he had also learned to apply what he had learned to other situations. He even remained calm when he was framed?
"Can I eat the meal you cook today?"
"Eat shit! Do you think your behavior is right? You do it for me to eat."
"Alright."
The next day, just as Fang Zhiyi was about to start his day's work, someone stopped him.
Several big men in black suits said coldly, "Fang Zhiyi, right? Please come with us."
Fang Zhiyi spread his hands and said, "You can go. I can make 30,000 to 100,000 yuan an hour. Will you pay me back?"
The big man didn't say anything, just pointed at the car next to him.
Fang Zhiyi sneered and sat down.
There wasn't much of a plot about the Murong family in the early days, but it was similar to what Fang Zhiyi had guessed. There were almost no people in the entertainment venue during the day. A middle-aged man in a flowered shirt was sitting at the bar. As soon as Fang Zhiyi walked in, he smiled.
"It was your son who beat my son like that, and you framed him?" He was holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand. Those were the cigarettes Murong Ke had taken from his schoolbag yesterday.
Fang Zhiyi sat down on the sofa in a casual posture.
"I originally thought that the children should handle their own affairs, but isn't your family a little too strict?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled: "I didn't interfere from the beginning to the end. Aren't you the one who is interfering in the child's affairs now?"
The middle-aged man's eyes were gloomy: "Don't think you can fight me. Do you know who I am?"
"I don't know, I don't know either." Fang Zhiyi looked at his watch. "I only know that I make hundreds of thousands of dollars an hour, and I've already wasted an hour here with you. You have to compensate me."
"Compensation? You don't deserve it!" The man was completely enraged by Fang Zhiyi's attitude. He didn't know how this old man in front of him dared to challenge him. "Teach him a lesson!"
Several strong men on standby were about to step forward when a voice came from the door: "Don't move!"
The middle-aged man frowned and looked over, then saw a young man striding in: "What are you doing here?"
Murong Xun stood tall and straight: "Dad, you can't touch this person."
"Why?"
Murong Xun didn't answer, but turned to look at Fang Zhiyi respectfully. "Master, you are truly a master of predictions. I'm impressed. You said you could calculate my fate today, and I've arrived. Is that true?"
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