Skilled in managing a house

"It's not interesting, I'm just asking." Fan Shiji quickly put on a smile when he saw that Yang Qizhao looked unhappy.

If this were the case before, he would never be like this, but today is different from the past. Now, he no longer has any capital.

"Boss Fan, do you have anything else?" Yang Qizhao said, obviously an eviction order.

"Nothing else, I'll take my leave now and wait for your call." Fan Shiji said with a smile.

"Okay, then I won't give it away. Boss Fan will go slowly." Yang Qizhao said calmly.

Fan Shiji stood up helplessly and walked outside.

Looking at his back, Yang Qizhao sneered in his heart, "The bad luck on your face is annoying, but don't pass the bad luck on to me. You also asked me to deal with Zhang Yu, because you have such irresolvable bad luck. , whoever cooperates with you now will be in trouble!"

Although Yang Qizhao couldn't beat Zhang Yu, his vision was still quite good. How could he not see that Fan Shijiyintang was black, and it was very black, and there might be a bloody disaster. Yang Qizhao naturally didn't want to get along with such an unlucky guy.

He sat quietly, listening to Fan Shiji going up the steps. After a while, Chen Xiangyun came down from the outside and came to his room.

"Qi Zhao, he came to do business with you again."

"Yes." Yang Qizhao nodded slightly and said, "Is the person gone?"

"He has already left. I watched him get into the car with my own eyes." Chen Xiangyun said.

"Then let's go and move." Yang Qizhao said.

"They moved here again from Mingxiang Teahouse." Chen Xiangyun frowned.

"This old guy is full of bad luck. I let him sit here for a while, and I felt that the bad luck here is very bad. It's better to go." Yang Qizhao said straightforwardly.

"Then, where are we going?" Chen Xiangyun asked.

"I think there is no future in Zhenhai. Let's go to Nandu." Yang Qizhao said.

"Are you too careful?" Chen Xiangyun was a little reluctant to leave Zhenhai.

"Be careful with your fortune. Wherever you have money, you will never live a good life. When I go to Nandu, I don't have to sit in the basement all the time." Yang Qizhao said.

"Okay, I'll arrange the store for someone else, and we'll go to Nandu tomorrow." Chen Xiangyun said.

"That's right." Yang Qizhao laughed.

Fan Shiji took the driver and left Xiangyun Farmyard.

The driver didn't look good when he saw Fan Shiji's face. He probably didn't get any benefits here, and the purpose must have been failed.

He didn't dare to get into trouble with Fan Shiji and said cautiously: "Boss, where are we going now?"

"Go home." Fan Shiji didn't know where to go anymore, he just wanted to go home and be quiet, maybe he could come up with some good ideas.

From Yang Qizhao's face, it was not difficult for him to see that he was now a dragon swimming in shallow water and a tiger falling in the sun. Yang Qizhao was so polite to him in the past, but today he dared to look down on him.

"Okay." The driver agreed immediately and drove towards home.

At this moment, Fan Shiji's home.

His home is a large villa not far from the sea. At present, because he owes a large amount of debt, all the properties under Fan Shiji's name have been seized. This villa is not in his name, so it has not been seized.

There are six bodyguards and two nannies in this villa. His wife and children are abroad, and there is no one else. At this moment, it was quite normal outside, but in the large living room, six bodyguards, two nannies, and Jin Aoxiang's family were all here.

They squatted on the ground, not daring to move. There were hundreds of people standing and sitting around the living room.

These people are all here to collect debts, including the Third Young Master of Temple Street, Yang Yong and others.

As Fan Shiji's confidant, Jin Aoxiang certainly knows where Fan Shiji's home is. Unfortunately, the lives of the family of three were at stake, so Jin Aoxiang could only bring everyone here and ask Fan Shiji for money.

The Third Young Master of Temple Street and his group were so large in numbers that the few bodyguards at home could not stop them.

They were all waiting for Fan Shiji to come back. Jin Aoxiang also said that Fan Shiji was the former chairman of Jixiang Group and his family was rich. The Third Young Master of Temple Street and others also wanted money, so they killed Jin Aoxiang. At best, they were just out of anger. No one could get 500 million yuan. So, they can only wait here.

Zhang Yu came to Mr. Pan’s house.

Just knocking on the door, a young man opened the door for him. Zhang Yu knew him. He was Mr. Pan's subordinate and a trader. All the other traders had left, and he was the only one left. He was obviously the old man's confidant.

Zhang Yu greeted him and immediately wanted to go to the old man's room. Unexpectedly, the young man pointed to the kitchen diagonally and whispered: "The old man is in the kitchen."

"Go to the kitchen." Zhang Yu couldn't help but be startled. With his hearing, he could already hear the sound of cooking in the kitchen, but he really didn't take it seriously at first. Zhang Yu laughed and said, "I'll go over and take a look. The old man can still go to the kitchen..."

While joking, Zhang Yu entered the kitchen and saw Pan Chonghai washing his apron and frying tofu. Not to mention, it tastes good.

"Here you go, try my craftsmanship later." The old man turned around and smiled at Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu also smiled and said: "Old man, why are you going to the kitchen yourself? You shouldn't be..."

"You don't know, your uncle, Pan Sheng, his master, always thought that my skills were poor, so I trained specially..." Pan Chonghai said with a smile.

"I think your skills are poor..." Zhang Yu said.

"Isn't it? If I don't practice my skills well, I don't dare to go back... I heard that the new Taoist temple has been repaired, and I am thinking about going back and staying for a while..." Pan Chonghai said seriously.

"I asked why you have been living here and not going back. It turns out that you are practicing cooking skills." Zhang Yu suddenly realized.

"After this tofu is fried, let's start cooking. I've made four vegetarian dishes, and you can check them for me..." Pan Chonghai continued to stir-fry as he spoke.

"Sure." Zhang Yu nodded, but he was still a little surprised.

The old man said it was urgent, so he just wanted me to taste the food.

A bowl of tofu was quickly finished, and the two men came to Pan Chonghai's room with the dishes. The food was laid out and there was a bottle of bamboo leaf green.

The old man didn't drink wine first and let Zhang Yu have a taste of his craftsmanship.

"It's really good. It seems that you have practiced a lot." Zhang Yu said.

"Isn't that right? I've been cooking by myself every day since I came here." Pan Chonghai said.

"Then why haven't I seen it before?" Zhang Yu wondered.

"It wasn't done well in the early stage, and I'm embarrassed to let you try it. I think it's almost done now, so I let you try it." Pan Chonghai said seriously.

"Old man, I'm convinced..." Zhang Yu laughed.

Pan Chonghai raised his glass, "Actually, I'm even more impressed with you. I've already heard about your great victory. Let's have a drink."

"That's not relying on your advice." Zhang Yu also raised his glass and clinked a drink with the old man.

After finishing the glass of wine, Pan Chonghai suddenly said earnestly: "Although you have won this battle, the battle is not over yet, it has just begun."