On the phone, Jia Zhihao's voice was low: "Wu Zonghui, are you sick? I haven't even figured out what's going on? The person below just now told me that the blind man was broken!"

Wu Zonghui asked, "My son plays with your people. If you don't like him, just respond to me with this attitude when you turn around?"

"What else? What do you want me to do? How can you, your father, not know about Wu Xiaofan's virtue? What can I do? I'm not his nanny either?"

Wu Zonghui said upset: "Okay, okay, I don't want to talk to you about this now, just say, how do you deal with this matter?"

Hearing this, Jia Zhihao was silent for a while on the other end of the phone and said in a deep thought: "I just heard from the person below that the person who shot was a man named Lu Lijun. This Lu Lijun was playing with Huang Long. How did you do this?"

Wu Zonghui was stunned: "Huang Long?"

"Yes, you probably heard of his name."

Wu Zonghui frowned and asked, "No wonder a little boy named Zhang Fan told me that he had reached the finish line as soon as he started. Haha, Jia Zhihao, you compare with Huang Long..."

"This is incomparable. Our relationship is not as strong as him. Rumor has it that Huang Long and Ma Guohua from the Ministry of Commerce are so good that he can wear a pair of pants. Moreover, he debuted early and became famous for many years."

Wu Zonghui was stunned: "Then is this matter?"

"Look at how Huang Long said first!" Jia Zhihao sighed on the phone and said, "Now, it's all over to make money. Zong Hui, we don't need to be angry with Huang Long. Huang Long is very complicated. He is not alone, and there are several pushers behind him."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zonghui wanted to say: Is this a pissing thing? My son’s legs were all ruined!

But Wu Zonghui didn't say this in the end and finally remained silent.

The two then hung up the phone.

On the other side, in a rental house in Haibei, he didn't sleep much until around 8 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Fan received another call from Huang Long.

"Hey, Brother Huang."

"You make some preparations and go with me in the afternoon to meet Wu Zonghui and Jia Zhihao."

Zhang Fan was stunned: "What are you doing when you see them?"

"What did you say? You just didn't say anything after hitting someone? You have to express something, right?"

"Oh, I understand." Zhang Fan nodded, "Who is Jia Zhihao?"

"Don't ask, send me the location, I'll pick you up, let's talk in the car."

"good."

As he said that, the two hung up the phone, and Zhang Fan sent Huang Long a location.

At this time, Wang Cheng also woke up. He opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at Zhang Fan: "Brother Fan, who are you talking to?"

"With a friend." Zhang Fan glanced at him, "You can sleep a little longer, I'm going out later."

"What are you sleeping? I have to get up and go to work."

"Stop talking." Zhang Fan said speechlessly: "You are like this, and you are still in a yarn class. Just lie down with peace of mind. Go back and say hello to Huang Youqiong and just go on sick leave."

Wang Cheng smiled: "There is someone above me who is easy to do, thank you Brother Hafan."

Zhang Fan was silent for a while and shook his head: "Why thank you? This is because of me. I'm still implicating you."

Wang Cheng didn't say anything.

Then Zhang Fan washed down and went downstairs.

Huang Long was very efficient. After only about half an hour, a Jeep Wrangler arrived downstairs of the rental house where Zhang Fan was. Then the Wrangler lowered the window of the rear seat of the Wrangler, revealing Huang Long's face. He looked at Zhang Fan, who was squatting on the side of the road, and waved: "Get on the car."

"Why!"

Zhang Fan put out the cigarette butts and opened the car door and got into the car.

After getting in the car, Zhang Fan found that the person driving was a strange young man in a 25 or 26-year-old in a white shirt, while Huang Long was lying in the back seat, smoking a cigarette.

After Zhang Fan got into the car, Huang Long sent him a cigarette and asked, "Looking at how you are, you didn't sleep well last night."

"That's sure. I didn't sleep all night last night. I was so nervous that I was very worried that the black blind man would come to the door with someone again."

Huang Long said casually: "Don't worry, he doesn't dare."

Zhang Fan was a little surprised: "Are you so confident?"

Huang Long did not respond to Zhang Fan, but spit out a cigarette and looked at him: "Zhang Fan, this is your first time in Haibei. You don't know much about Haibei, right?"

"Don't understand."

"A war changed the whole world." Huang Long said softly: "Before the three wars, Haibei was a first-tier city. After the war, Haibei was hit hard by war. Various high-tech industries and industrial facilities were almost destroyed. Various social orders changed and order was reshaped. Therefore, in this process, many speculators emerged, and both Jia Zhihao and Wu Zonghui were speculators."

"Speculator? How do you understand?"

"It's the kind of person who made money by drilling loopholes and gained huge profits at a very small price." Huang Long pondered: "Take Jia Zhihao as an example. About ten years ago, a Resident Evil swept the whole world. He made a lot of money by consuming medical equipment. Later, he saw the war coming, hoarded a lot of food and made another fortune. Later, he relied on violent and bloody means to form his own circle of power in Haibei, and went step by step to the present. I heard that he seemed to have been involved in some medicinal products business recently."

Zhang Fan couldn't help asking, "Brother Huang, after hearing what you said, are these things Jia Zhihao doing crazy tests on the edge of the law? Hasn't something happened yet?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Long was amused and smiled and said, "Yes, justice will not be absent, but justice is often late, do you know?"

Zhang Fan was speechless.

Huang Long turned his head to look at Zhang Fan and pondered, "I came out of society at the age of sixteen. When I first left society, I was full of passion and justice. But later, as I grew up, I realized that this world was not what I imagined. It was not a black or white world. Later, an opportunity allowed me to enter the world. After more than 20 years, although I still have no glamorous life, I have at least some fame and reached the level of being able to exchange fame for money."

When Zhang Fan heard this, he looked at Huang Long with a little surprised expression.

Zhang Fan was a little surprised by Huang Long's words and actions.

It's strange... why Huang Long suddenly became so easy to talk to? Zhang Fan still remembered that just a while ago, Huang Long forced himself to kill someone with a gun. At that time, Huang Long was quite cold and realistic.

But now... Huang Long gives Zhang Fan the feeling that he is like an uncle next door. Not only does he have no airs, he likes to talk about his thoughts.

Why did this change occur? Zhang Fan was puzzled.

"Zhang Fan." Huang Long put out the cigarette butts, turned his head, and stared at Zhang Fan with a deep look: "Do you know what is the benefit of doing our business?"
Chapter completed!