Chapter 225 Three Conditions
"According to you, how rogue must Hua Jun be?"
Chen Xiaodao came out of curiosity.
I have never seen anyone who can’t even become a gangster in my life!
Feng Zhibai turned sideways and scrolled through the videos. He found them too boring to watch, so he just flicked past them. "Can't I just assign a sweeping job at the police station?"
"He's so proud and arrogant, and he's the son of a wealthy family, how could he possibly work as a cleaner?"
"His family is so rich, why does he have to go to work?"
After being poked by Yan Kuan's words, Feng Zhibai immediately put down his phone, his face full of confusion.
If she had money, she wouldn't even have to go to the bathroom, let alone work!
This question made Yan Kuan feel a little amused and helpless.
"Hmm...how should I put it."
Seeing him hesitating, Lao Mitou kindly offered to help him out: "It's a habit of rich people to go down to the grassroots and experience hardship. Look at Director Yan, isn't he also the son of a wealthy family? Isn't he still at the grassroots level, working a job that only pays a few thousand a month?"
Looking at Lao Mitou with gratitude, his expression brightened a little. "Hua Jun is not very old, only about 20 years old, but he has been idle and extravagant since he was a child. Over the years, he has brought shame to Uncle Hua, and Uncle Hua has no choice but to let Hua Jun go out and exercise. I happened to be at the police station, so he thought of sending Hua Jun there. Firstly, he wanted me to help him, and secondly, he wanted to temper his temper and strengthen his sense of responsibility."
Being a police officer, the most important thing is responsibility.
With responsibility on our shoulders, we must face it head-on.
"Even if it means choosing a career for Huajun."
After turning off the phone, Feng Zhibai put on a smile.
There are very few sons of wealthy families who can honestly go out to work.
Most of them start their own businesses or continue family businesses.
It is absolutely impossible for someone like Hua Jun, who has a strong sense of self-esteem and is arrogant, to be a small policeman in the police station.
Yan Kuan took a deep breath and sighed loudly, "That's right. Not only did he not go, he also sent people to break into the police station. While the police officers were on duty, they stole my house. When I got back after receiving the news, the equipment in the police station had been smashed to pieces, and the documents in the archives were scattered all over the floor. From the beginning, I planned to assign him a job guarding the archives, but I didn't expect that job to fail, and he even messed up the police station."
"Even more arrogant than me! Has he been arrested? Has he been sentenced?"
"No, his father is Huayang. It's not that easy to catch him. It might be retribution. When I went to find Huajun the next day, he was sick. To be precise, he wasn't sick, but he had contracted an evil disease."
He clasped his hands together and placed them in front of him. "When I went there, there were many doctors standing in Hua Jun's bedroom examining him. But strangely, they couldn't find anything. Later, Uncle Hua sent him to the hospital, and I went with him. The results from the hospital and the home examination were exactly the same."
His face was heavy. "I've been staying by Hua Jun's side for several days now. He's been going crazy every night. It was fine at first, but once it gets to 1:30 in the morning, he starts howling like a ghost, tossing and turning in bed, and keeps yelling in pain. Sometimes he holds his head and says his head hurts, or he holds his arm and says his hand hurts. After 1:30 in the morning, he still emits a foul odor from time to time. To sum up, other than an evil disease, I really can't think of anything else."
"It was howling like a ghost, tossing and turning, it was painful, and there was a foul smell. It was definitely possessed by a ghost."
Rubbing his chin, Chen Xiaodao asked curiously, "Huayang is so rich, why didn't he ask a master to see his son?"
"That's right. Huayang Real Estate is so rich, it should be easy for them to hire a master."
Old Mi was also confused.
Yan Kuan said helplessly, "There are no Taoist temples in Qinghai City, only Buddhist temples and churches. We invited the abbot and the headmaster of the temple, but it didn't work. The church's gods are foreigners and don't care about local ghosts. We also paid for fortune-tellers on the street and even went from street to street to find fortune-tellers, but after they came, they all said they couldn't do anything. I'm a policeman, and although Hua Jun may not be a good person, he is a legal citizen after all. After thinking it over and struggling, I had no choice but to come to you."
Chen Xiaodao, Lao Mitou and Gu Yu remained silent.
The three of them were waiting for Feng Zhibai to speak.
Now that Yan Kuan asked if he needed help, he naturally had to wait for the person in charge to speak.
Slowly examining her fingers, she whispered, "Does Huayang know you're here to see us?"
Yan Kuan sat up straight and nodded honestly: "I know. But I didn't tell them that I knew you very well, I only said I met you once."
"On the road."
Giving a thumbs-up in appreciation, Feng Zhibai lifted the quilt and said, "I can save him, but there are three conditions. Listen carefully."
Seeing her stand up, Yan Kuan also stood up and leaned over to listen carefully.
"Money doubles, not by its equivalent, but by its wealth."
"We can ensure that Huajun will not die, but we are not responsible for after-sales service."
"The third point is the most important. After this is done, Huayang and everyone around him cannot hold me or anyone else responsible. This is equivalent to the second point: succeed once, and don't worry about the future."
As soon as she said this, not only Yan Kuan, but also Chen Xiaodao and the other two were a little confused.
Her three conditions are: the money must be high, the commission must end after Huajun is fine, she will not be responsible for any problems that arise later, and the other party cannot cause her any trouble.
It’s harsh, really harsh!
"Grandma, aren't these conditions a bit too excessive?"
Chen Xiaodao scratched his head and asked awkwardly.
Feng Zhibai walked towards the master bedroom and spread his hands fearlessly: "Is it too much? How about I relax the conditions a bit?"
“How much can it be relaxed?”
Yan Kuan was a little anxious.
Feng Zhibai puffed his cheeks and hummed, "Hmm... We'll cover the after-sales service and try our best to prevent Hua Jun from dying. But I'm not sure if he'll lose limbs or have a brain problem."
Haha, these relaxed conditions are not as good as the original three conditions.
Lao Mitou clapped his hands on his thighs, put his hands behind his back and stood up. "How about this, Director Yan, please call and ask if it's suitable. Ask Chairman Huayang if he agrees. If he agrees, we'll take a break and then go over to take a look. If he doesn't agree, Director Yan, please find another one."
We are all friends.
But public and private are clearly distinguished.
It’s okay to help him, but helping others requires some consideration.
Yan Kuan looked embarrassed and honestly took out his phone from his pocket: "Okay, then I'll ask."
Walk to the balcony.
The rain was still falling outside, a little heavier than when he arrived.
After dialing the phone, he looked at the green flowers, plants and trees outside, and his heart suddenly became much calmer.
"Hello--"
The call was connected.
Yan Kuan was brought back to reality by the voice. He grabbed the balcony railing and looked back at the people sitting in the living room.
"Uncle Hua..."
Speak slowly.
After returning to the bedroom and changing into a fairly decent set of clothes, Feng Zhibai sat in front of the mirror to admire his own stunning beauty.
His face was sallow, and he even looked a bit pale and thin.
"Tsk, what's going on? You look worse and worse lately. Is it because you haven't gotten enough sleep?"
"Miss Feng."
Just as I was daydreaming, there was a knock on the door outside the bedroom.
He scratched his face and looked away from the mirror.
She twisted her body to get up and gracefully opened the door: "Hello?"
The moment the door opened, Feng Zhibai's familiar taste made Yan Kuan almost forget what he wanted to convey.
This horrible dressing aesthetic is unlikely to change in a few years.
"Uncle Hua wants to invite you over for tea."
Made a gesture of invitation.
She tugged at her mink coat, shaking her head as she walked out of the bedroom: "Drinking tea? I'm a very picky person. I might not be used to drinking the tea he offers me."
Lao Mi Tou and Chen Xiaodao have already changed their clothes and brought their equipment.
When I saw Feng Zhibai's usual dressing taste, I was impressed again.
“It’s an eyesore.”
“Ugly in a unique way.”
Gu Yu sat on the sofa, and couldn't think of her as the one who looked so fairy-like two days ago.
Of course, apart from that face, he really felt that everything was different.
"Has Miss Feng's dressing taste always been like this?"
He asked softly as he carefully approached the two of them.
Neither of them responded, but their nodding gesture already gave the corresponding response.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up, it's time to go to work."
She had already reached the door and looked back to see Chen Xiaodao and the others still whispering to each other.
He shouted in annoyance.
The four frightened people quickly packed up and accompanied her downstairs.
It was raining really hard outside, and even six umbrellas for five people couldn't stop us from getting soaked.
The distance from Lao Mi Tou's house to Yan Kuan's car was only a few hundred meters, but the few of them felt like they had walked thousands of meters, and the road was muddy!
The girl in the water had her white pants turned black.
After getting in the car, Yan Kuan couldn't wait to turn on the air conditioner.
"There's a towel behind the car, you guys can wipe it off."
He handed the clean towel under the seat to Feng Zhibai.
She took the towel and wiped her head roughly, but she always felt something was wrong.
There's something particularly wrong with the rain today.
"How many days has it been raining?"
She wrapped the towel around her head, shifted her body, and asked.
Chen Xiaodao couldn't find the towel behind her, so he grabbed the towel wrapped around her head.
With a crisp thud, Feng Zhibai's head hit the seat heavily.
"ah!"
The scream of pain frightened Chen Xiaodao so much that he quickly withdrew his hand, pretending to know nothing and asking with false concern: "What's wrong? Grandma, are you okay?"
Rubbing his forehead with his hand, Feng Zhibai looked at Chen Xiaodao, his eyes full of murderous intent.
Lao Mi Tou and Gu Yu were both frightened by her look, and they raised their hands and moved to the sides tacitly.
At the same time, he said: It has nothing to do with us.
Chen Xiaodao could feel the corners of his eyes twitching violently. He swallowed nervously and gave her a fake smile: "If I say it wasn't me, would you believe me, Grandma?"
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