Time and Space Trading Drift Bottle

Chapter 125 Lin Qiuzhou

Mu Qiling's family background is indeed as Fan Chengfeng thought, and to a large extent, it can be compared with the Tao family.

Moreover, compared to Su Yating, Mu Qiling knew many things in more detail.

With Mu Qiling here, Fan Chengfeng had a good understanding of his future partner.

In Shannan, the Tao family has a very high right to speak.

The identities of the family of fortune tellers allowed them to freely enter and leave the circle of the top wealthy family in Shannan.

Three generations of management, itself has become one of the wealthy.

Tao Tianming from the Tao family, traveled all over the country with the old man since he was a child, and started to walk in the rivers and lakes at the age of 19.Now, not only is he a well-known little physicist, but he is also one of the top five local tyrants in Shannan.

However, Tao Tianming's spectrum is too big, and he rarely shows up in public, so we know that there are not many legends about him.

"His legend cannot be replicated,"

Fan Chengfeng sighed.

Mu Qiling didn't hide her dislike for Tao Tianming at all, and Fan Chengfeng couldn't say anything.

"Okay, I'm going back, let's get in touch later when we have time."

Mu Qiling shook her phone, turned and left.

Fan Chengfeng chuckled, called the proprietress, and helped Mu Qiling pay the bill.

When he paid for those tables, chairs and benches before, he paid online together. Mu Qiling didn't order much supper, 100 yuan was enough, and he could keep the fare back to the hotel.

There was still some harvest tonight. What Mu Qiling said was equivalent to telling Fan Chengfeng about the composition of the upper class in Shannan.

Tao Tianming's background was completely revealed to him.

"It's really an investment vision,"

Fan Chengfeng smiled. He had to admit that Tao Tianming had a good eye and picked a stock with the greatest potential.

Back to hotel, shower and sleep.

The next morning, after running, I ate breakfast and went straight to the plane.

For Fan Chengfeng in the provincial capital, he will not come here again if there is no major event. For now, he will accompany Zhang Xianqu to finish the Yulongxue store.

Back at Yulongxue, Zhang Xianqu went to the store, and Fan Chengfeng simply took advantage of this time to send the seeds he bought last night to Li Kun in his sports car, and specially instructed him.

Potatoes and corn are high-yield crops, as long as they can be contributed, Li Kun's dream of meeting Tianyan will definitely come true.

As for whether he can get other rewards, it depends on Li Kun's own fortune.

"Arrange the cook to learn these things as soon as possible. If you lack funds or something, just tell me."

Fan Chengfeng also knows how to invest in this kind of thing.

These ancient time and space people are like a blank sheet of paper, what kind of bright future they will have in the future is all painted by Fan Chengfeng, the soul painter.

To be honest, Tao Tianming might be inferior to Fan Chengfeng as the most discerning investor.

After dealing with these matters, Fan Chengfeng just had nothing to do.

Zhang Xianqu was left to work on the storefront. It was not the right time for Xiao Huomiao to make a mobile phone, and it was hard for him to leave Yulongxue.

In the life of a rich man, Fan Chengfeng only enjoyed loneliness.

"Come to the store quickly, there is trouble at your door."

Just when Fan Chengfeng thought he was successful, Zhang Xianqu sent a message.

Fan Chengfeng hurriedly got out of the car and ran wildly. He had just started to decorate the facade and had trouble coming to the door. He could think of who it was with his knees.

This kind of street is not suitable for drag racing. To be honest, the speed may not be as fast as Fan Chengfeng's light kung fu.

In the former Xueshan Qizhen shop, decoration workers were busy inside, and Zhang Xianqu was confronting a bald middle-aged man.

Fan Chengfeng deliberately ran in out of breath, and asked with some doubts, "What's going on?"

Zhang Xianqu pouted at the bald middle-aged man, "This uncle is out of his mind, saying that we picked his peaches and asked us to draw the road."

The tone was very relaxed. Everyone knew how the Xueshan Qizhen shop came into Mr. Tao's hands.

This balding middle-aged man is the chief culprit for the sad exit of Xueshan Qizhen's more than ten-year-old shop.

"No, uncle, let me give you a strong introduction."

Zhang Xianqu pointed to Fan Chengfeng, "This is the boss of our store. If you want to make gestures, you should go through the boss first."

Fan Chengfeng glanced at him speechlessly, but still stood in front of Zhang Xianqu, looked at the bald middle-aged man coldly, "If you have any questions, just tell me."

The balding middle-aged man with a hooked nose looked at Fan Chengfeng sullenly.

"You should know what happened to the owner of this store,"

"You dare to intercept the game that I have worked so hard, be careful not to die without a whole body."

Fan Chengfeng chuckled, reached out and grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar, "Threat me?"

"You can understand that,"

The middle-aged man flicked his fingers lightly, and Fan Chengfeng immediately felt a piercing pain.

This finger is powerful.

"Now, you can go."

Fan Chengfeng used all his strength to grab the man's collar and was about to take it out.

The man stood still, with a sneer on his face.

"It turned out to be a martial artist from the inner family. Let me tell you, who would dare to intercept my Nanxianlin Qiuzhou?"

Fan Chengfeng and Zhang Xianqu chuckled, "I've seen shameless people before, but I've never seen such shameless people, why don't you go to heaven."

Such a person is also known as Nanxian.

"Since you are so awesome, why didn't you expect someone to cut off your beard?"

Fan Chengfeng pushed back unceremoniously, making Lin Qiuzhou half dead with anger, his face was livid and his lips trembled.

Jaw bumped up and down, gnashing his teeth, wishing to kill Fan Chengfeng.

"Just wait for the backlash from the big formation,"

Lin Qiuzhou said something viciously, and flicked his fingers again.

But this time Fan Chengfeng was well prepared.

The moment Lin Qiuzhou flicked his fingers, Fan Chengfeng quickly withdrew his hand.

Then he turned his fist into a palm and hit Lin Qiuzhou's chest with a bang.

Lin Qiuzhou's complexion changed, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Nanxian, next time you come to my shop, it will be more than just this palm."

Lin Qiuzhou's eyes showed a look of hatred, "I will remember your palm,"

Zhang Xianqu also raised his hand beside him, "Come on, you are not welcome here."

Lin Qiuzhou stared at Fan Chengfeng steadfastly. If his eyes could kill, he would probably be willing to tear Fan Chengfeng's corpse into tens of thousands of pieces.

Looking at the back of Lin Qiuzhou leaving, Zhang Xianqu said with some concern: "This guy doesn't seem to be a good person, we have to take some precautions."

No matter how much you laugh at Lin Qiuzhou's nickname, after all, he has brought down an old store of more than ten years, which is not something ordinary people can do.

"Then you dared to be so arrogant before?"

Fan Chengfeng looked at Zhang Xianqu amusedly.

"Before, didn't you think that we couldn't weaken our own prestige?"

Scratching the back of his head, Zhang Xianqu said with a chuckle.

　New day, continue to ask for recommendations.

　　


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