Cheng Quande's affairs came to an end.

As a relatively simple countryman, Cheng Quande had no choice but to do anything to Pang Tong.

Moreover, this matter was just Cheng Quande's guess. Although the case was reported, Cheng Quande did not have much hope.

Time returned to the second day when Pang Tong destroyed the loquat tree, it was around 3:00 p.m.

Zhang Fan took a taxi to Maotian Village alone, and the taxi stopped in a single-family farmhouse courtyard at the entrance of the village.

This place is not as flashy and noisy as the city center, and it is relatively quiet. Zhuzi and the others were arranged by Zhang Fan to live here.

There were people holding hands outside the courtyard for 24 hours, and the large iron gate of the yard was locked. However, Tiemin and others did not treat Zhuzi badly. They did not talk much, nor did they ask again. In the past few days, Zhuzi and the others had been living a comfortable life except that they could not leave the yard.

At the entrance of the yard, when he saw Zhang Fan coming, Tiemin and his brothers who were squatting at the door and smoking and waiting, he stood up. Tiemin smiled and greeted him, reached out to send a cigarette to Zhang Fan, and asked, "Here, why are you thinking about coming to see these people today?"

"Well, come and take a look. Brothers are all very lucky."

Zhang Fan nodded with a smile, greeted Tiemin and the others, and then asked, "Zhuzi and the others are still inside, right?"

"Here! They're all good!"

"Well, Brother Min, then I'll go up first. See Zhuzi first. Let's talk about it later?"

"It's okay, you can go busy, you're on the second floor."

"Okay!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, stepped into the courtyard, and then strode straight to the second floor.

When Zhang Fan went up to the second floor, Tiemin and his brothers at the gate of the yard were squatting at the door, smoking cigarettes and discussing.

A young man wearing a leather jacket and combed in a 37-shaped head shape frowned and asked, "Brother Min, what's the origin of this Zhang Fan? So many of us are surrounding him?"

"Yes! I haven't heard of such a person before? I don't know where it came out."

"That's right, I heard that when Brother Long drove him home a while ago, he was broken. Brother Long didn't care much about the affairs of the world for a long time, and even he knew Zhang Fan?"

Upon hearing this, Tiemin frowned and said, "What are you asking for? This is what the boss has assigned. You don't need to inquire. Work hard and do your own business well?"

The young man in leather jacket curled his lips when he heard this, "To be honest, if it weren't for the wrong age, I really suspected that Zhang Fan was a mistake made by Brother Long when he was young."

Tiemin glared at him, then turned his head to look at Zhang Fan who had just reached the second floor, and lowered his voice and responded: "Don't talk nonsense about this! You can joke, but it's also a matter of points. If Zhang Fan hears it, do you know what he will think?"

Tiemin said this, but in fact he was also confused and surprised.

Among the people who made their fortunes with Huang Long, Tiemin and Wang Yalong are the core characters, but even Tiemin, I don’t know why Huang Long suddenly treated Zhang Fan so well.

In Tiemin's opinion, Huang Long's attitude towards Zhang Fan was obviously a bit beyond common sense.

For example, if you are optimistic about Zhuzi, it is logical that you can just send a few people to guard outside, but Huang Long actually called Tiemin himself.

This unusual attitude forced the iron-min to be cautious, so he has been staying in Maotian Village in person these days.

The second floor of the courtyard, in the room.

When Zhang Fan went in, Zhu Zi and the others were playing mahjong in the room.

Zhang Fan had seen Zhuzi once before, and Zhuzi knew Zhang Fan, so when he saw Zhang Fan come in, he was not surprised. He only had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, wrapped gauze in his left hand, and continued to play mahjong.

"Haha, are you playing?"

Zhang Fan grinned and walked in.

"Twenty thousand! Haha, isn't that right?" Zhuzi smiled, glanced at Zhang Fan, and teased, "Our life these days should be considered a retirement treatment for senior officials. Every day, it's so boring, so you must have fun."

"Brother Zhuzi is right." Ma Fang teased: "To be honest, I have begun to miss this place, Brother Fan, right? Look at me, my brother and his men have been staying in the same yard for a long time, which is quite boring. Why don't you give me some girls?"

"Dou! Mazi is right!" Another young man with a melon head smiled and said, "The day before coming to Haibei, Brother Zhuzi took us to have fun. I heard that what is the biggest place in Haibei? It seems to be called Bishui Yuntian, right? I heard that there are European and American foreign goods there? Brother Fan, if you are a pitiful brother, just give me some foreign goods to come over. To be honest, I have grown up so old that I have never tasted foreign goods yet! You asked me to eat meat, and you will be my real father in the future! Whatever you said, we will follow you!"

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes: "It's nonsense! There's no foreign product. If you're really thirsty, I'll give you one big chimpanzee, why don't you?!"

"Grass!"

“Not authentic!”

“…When I haven’t said it!”

Zhuzi and others burst into tears.

In recent days, Zhuzi has contacted Meng Yuan by phone, so he is still optimistic about the current situation, so he has less concerns when talking.

"Have you got better?"

Zhang Fan pulled over the chair, sat down aside, looked at the wound on Yinzhuzi's left hand, and asked.

"It's okay, it's starting to scab."

"Daily life doesn't have much impact, right?"

Zhuzi glanced at Zhang Fan and said, "What do you think? There is no other impact. It was just that when I was masturbating, I used my left hand. Now I have to change my right hand, and I can't adapt for a while!"

When Mamabiao heard this, she smiled and said, "Come on, Brother Zhuzi, when you say this, I think it's a good thing."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you went to the right, and now you use your right hand. After a long time, won't you reset it?"

The pillar collapses: "Grass!"

When Zhang Fan was talking nonsense with Zhuzi and the others in the yard, what he didn't know was that Pang Tong was driving a dilapidated van and parked across the road about a hundred meters away from the small yard.

In the van, Pang Tong was smoking two boxes of hibiscus, his eyes as cold as a poisonous snake, staring at the opposite yard through the window.

On the other side, at the entrance of a kindergarten, about 300 meters away from the yard where Zhang Fan is located, there is also a Songhua van parked on the side of the road.

In the Songhua van with a deep membrane, a young man in his thirties, with a triangular eye, a small flat head, and a jacket was sitting in the cab, holding a cell phone in his hand, talking to someone.
Chapter completed!