Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 213

It was so itchy that Wang Fugui kept scratching his body. After a while, his skin turned red, and his fingernails were bloodshot.

"Mr. Fan, I just remembered." Wang Fugui hurriedly begged for mercy, "I beg you, how about I compensate you 20?"

If this situation cannot be stopped, Wang Fugui will not doubt that he will scratch the skin of his whole body.

"20? Young Master Wang, it turns out that you are as petty as Liu Xin." Fan Denglong looked at Wang Fugui with a smile, "By the way, let me remind you, if this continues, you may not only be skinny and bloody Simple."

you're going to die, you know that?
Wang Fugui suddenly showed a touch of panic, and knelt down crying, "50, 50, really, I can only give so much."

In a small place like Dragon City, even the richest man's net worth is tens of millions, and there are a lot of real estate and the like. It would be nice to have a few million in working capital.

Wang Fugui took out 50 yuan at once, and it is estimated that he almost emptied all his money.

"Okay, let's transfer the money." Fan Denglong was also very satisfied with such an unexpected harvest. Yu Banghan spent more than 1000 yuan in the hospital, and he made up for it with a few bunches of grapes.He earned hundreds of thousands for nothing, and let him experiment with his newly acquired abilities, which is not bad.

Enduring the itch, Wang Fugui took out his mobile phone to transfer money to Fan Denglong. Not long after, Fan Denglong received a text message reminder.

"In the future, please walk around when you see me. To be honest, seeing you like this is really a joy."

Fan Denglong tapped a few acupuncture points on his chest, and said with a smile.

This is completely a smiling tiger, a master who cannibalizes people without spit out his bones. Wang Fugui never wants to see Fan Denglong again in his life.

The itchy feeling on his body finally disappeared, and he heaved a sigh of relief, nodding his head as a promise.With a mournful face, he said to Fan Denglong: "Mr. Fan, can I go now?"

He was really scared now, and he didn't dare to stay with Fan Denglong anymore.

"Let's go, do more good things in the future to accumulate some deha for yourself." Fan Denglong tapped him on the back a few more times without any trace.

Although the itching on Wang Fugui's body disappeared at this time, it was swollen everywhere from his scratching, and his nerves and senses were very weakened. Fan Denglong tapped a few times, but he hardly noticed anything.

Seeing Wang Fugui walk out of the private room, Fan Denglong laughed immediately and almost fell to the ground.

"What did you do to him again?" Although Fan Denglong's method was concealed, he couldn't hide it from Huang Long.

"Hey, it's nothing, I just temporarily lost some abilities." The smile is called cheap, and any man can understand it.

Even Huang Long, who is usually cold, couldn't help pursing his lips, "Don't offend him in the future, otherwise you won't know how you died."

It was a rare joke, and both Yu Banghan and Zhou Jinpeng nodded in agreement.

Just now Fan Denglong just tapped Wang Fugui's chest to make Wang Fugui look like a ghost, it's really scary.

In the future, you must always pay attention, don't let this kid do this to yourself, otherwise the fun will be great.

"So you are the legendary acupuncturist? You are so freaking evil." Yu Banghan said that his eyes were finally opened, and it was performed by his classmates, "I don't remember you being so crazy before."

During this period of time, the more he came into contact with Fan Denglong, the more confused Yu Banghan felt that there were two people at all.

"Hehe, I met an old Chinese doctor, he taught me." Fan Denglong didn't explain too much, but the eyes of Huanglong who was next to him really shined. There are still many secrets hidden in this person.

"Maybe recruiting him is indeed a very correct choice." Huang Long also couldn't understand Fan Denglong, this young man whose file was almost blank was getting more and more interesting.

It is true that there are people in the world who know acupuncture points, but not many.

Basically, it is in the hands of a group of people. They claim to be descendants of immortal doctors when they travel outside, and they often travel while hanging pots to help the world.

However, their whereabouts are very mysterious. Although there are legends about them in the world, they have never been seen.

Based on this information, Huang Long guessed that the few old Chinese doctors that Fan Denglong so-called knew might be descendants of immortal doctors.

If he could draw this ancient sect to his side, then Huang Long felt that he would have more confidence.

"Okay, your drinks are gone, let's drive back first. Huanglong and I still have some things to do, so we'll be back later." He came here because Jiao Huanglong went to Sister Qian's place for dinner, and this task must not be forgotten.

"Okay, bring more beer back, the house is almost out of wine."

Now Yu Banghan's life is relatively comfortable. He stays in Zhujiachong and draws pictures every day and then reads books on management. When he is free, he drinks two bottles with Fat Brother.

In addition, Fat Brother's father's construction team also likes to drink alcohol, which consumes a lot every day.

"Fuck off, you guys want me to buy wine when you drive back? Go buy it yourself." Fan Denglong said cursingly, then went out, found the lobby manager of Dadong's restaurant, told the situation in the private room, and went straight to the door. Give him 2000 yuan, which can be regarded as the cost for them to repair the wall.

Anyway, if you earn hundreds of thousands, it doesn't matter if you separate two thousand.

When the work was done, the three of Huang Long also followed.

"Let's go," Fan Denglong got into Huanglong's car, and then drove to Sun Qian's rental house.

He is quite familiar with Longcheng. Although he has never been there before, he can still find it as long as he knows the detailed address.

When they found the place, Sun Qian and Ouyang Muxue were wearing aprons and washing vegetables. The kitchen was full of activity. The two beauties looked like good wives and loving mothers.

Fan Denglong originally wanted to help, but he was kicked out, so he and Huang Long had to drink tea and watch TV in the living room.

"Can you recommend an old Chinese doctor you know?"

Huang Long didn't care much about Fan Denglong's elusive acupuncture skills, but cared more about the group of people standing behind him.

If it is really a descendant of the immortal doctor, then it is worth paying attention to.

Although the heirs of the immortal medicine family walk in the world, they take the responsibility of hanging the pot to help the world, but they also pay great attention to the maintenance of their personal relationships, and have deep friendships with many wealthy and powerful people in China.

These days, no one is immune to birth, old age, sickness and death, so naturally they are willing to make friends with the genius doctor.

Huang Long secretly calculated that many hundreds of wealthy people in the country have been treated by the heirs of the immortal doctor in these years, and each of them will offer a sum of money for consultation in return.

It is definitely not as simple as tens of thousands or tens of thousands of these rich people. The heirs of the immortal medical school can accumulate a lot of wealth just by relying on these consultation fees.

　In the last two chapters yesterday, the chapter name was wrongly typed, and I only realized now that I was also drunk! ! !
　　
　
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