Zhang Fan smiled bitterly: "Have you heard of Junhao Group?"

Kong Yi was stunned: "Ah? Of course, with such a big sign, Junhao can rank among all private enterprises in China, right?"

Zhang Fan said in a low voice: "My father is the founder of Junhao."

“…”

Kong Yi looked at Zhang Fan in a daze, trying his best to find a sign of joking in Zhang Fan's eyes, but he was disappointed.

There was no sign of joking in Zhang Fan's eyes, and his expression was extremely serious.

Kong Yi was a little confused. He had thought that Zhang Fan's father was a rank-level official or a rich man in China, but when Zhang Fan really said it, Kong Yi still felt a little unbelievable.

After a while, Kong Yi half-joking and half-taken it, he said, "You are a real-life version of the abandoned young man from a wealthy family."

"I have never seen him since I was a child. I only knew his existence in my teens when I was in my teens. And I have never seen him later. My impression of him is only at the level of news and newspapers."

Kong Yi nodded with a similar feeling: "It is hard for a clean official to make a decision on family matters, I can understand you very well."

Zhang Fan took out his cell phone, looked at it for a while, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's one o'clock in the morning in half an hour, I have to pass."

Kong Yi said in a deep voice: "I will go over with you, work and eat together, I can't always hide behind you."

"No, it's not me who belittles you, you're not just a knife material. If you go, it will only distract me."

Kong Yi's face turned dark: "Cao! Is there anyone who says that to you? Can you save me some face?"

"Haha, OK, it's time for me to leave!"

Zhang Fan grinned, opened the door of the van parked at the entrance of the yard, got in and started the ignition.

Kong Yi frowned and looked at Zhang Fan away, his expression a little confused, and he did not follow him in the end.

At around 0:50 in the morning, Zhang Fan came to the square of the old Ice Age factory again.

At this moment, completely different from the quiet and dim environment around it, there were eight BMW cars parked on the square, one left and one right, one side, and four BMWs, all in black BMW 525.

Eight vehicles were arranged in a row, with all headlights on, leaving a passage of about ten meters in the middle.

Fang Zhong, Hei Xiazi and others were all there. There were about twenty of them, clustered in the middle of the square, squatting or sitting in the square smoking and chatting.

Zhang Fan's van stopped from afar. He had a gun in his arms, and walked up unfast but determinedly.

When he saw Fang Zhong and the others in such a situation from afar, he felt relieved.

The bigger the situation, the smaller the matter is, because in this era of information digitization, many mass events are easily put in the spotlight, and in the Asian Union, the most troublesome thing about the official is mass events.

If a group incident is not handled well, it will easily inspire and intensify social conflicts, thus bringing unstable factors to the ruling class. In this context, few people who take the lead often have good results. This is also a portrayal of the old saying "shoot the first bird out of the gun".

In the middle of the square, surrounded by the crowd, Fang Zhong squatted in the middle and smoked. He saw Zhang Fan coming alone from a distance.

When Zhang Fan walked closer, Fang Zhong looked up slightly, glanced at Zhang Fan, and sneered in the corner of his mouth: "Here are you? You are a bachelor, you are here alone, haha."

"Otherwise, I'll arrange two divisions of troops to come over?"

Zhang Fan said sarcastically.

Since you have come, you will be at ease. Since you have come, Zhang Fan will relax his mind, "Where is my brother?"

"Haha, don't worry, since you are here, let's talk about something. It's not too late to see your little brothers again." Fang Zhong smiled with a cold look on his face, then got up, waved to Zhang Fan: "Come here, go to the same place with me."

"Crash"

As Zhang Fan approached, the group of people surrounding Fang Zhong, such as Hei Xiazi, stood up, staring at Zhang Fan with a bad expression.

Zhang Fan ignored it and stepped to a place less than two meters away from Fang Zhong, standing still, frowned and asked, "Where are you going? There are so many people here, shouldn't you just talk about it here?"

"These are all buddies who can't sleep at night, so they call out to drink." Fang Zhongmu said without expression, then looked around everyone and said to the black blind man: "Blind man, please treat him well, Jason, Lord Buddha, you come with me."

"clear!"

In the crowd, two young men in their thirties, one tall and one fat, nodded and responded.

Then Fang Zhong winked at Jason and Lord Buddha. The two of them immediately understood and immediately took a step forward, staring at Zhang Fan with a cold face.

Zhang Fan was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"search!"

"I haven't even decided whether to go!"

"You can't help!"

The fat, chubby, who was over 1.7 meters tall and about 160 or 70 kilograms, said coldly, then reached out and searched Zhang Fan's pocket and trouser pocket.

Zhang Fan was stunned and subconsciously touched the gun in his pocket.

"Don't move!"

"Swish"

Jason's face changed slightly, he quickly stepped forward, blocked Fang Zhong slightly, and at the same time quickly took out his gun and pressed it against Zhang Fan's head.

Zhang Fan never thought that he could take Fang Zhong away or collapse him under such circumstances. It was unrealistic. The sharpshooter was afraid that he would not have the ability.

Therefore, Zhang Fan did not resist and allowed the Buddha to find the gun in his pocket.

While searching, Zhang Fan noticed that this Buddha was actually wearing gloves.

This made Zhang Fan subconsciously alert.

What can I do with gloves? Can I keep warm? Don’t joke, it’s July and the dog days of summer.

"I'll keep this shotgun for you first! Haha."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the Buddha's mouth, wearing a pair of black sheepskin gloves on both hands, and as he said, throwing the gun into a transparent plastic bag that was taken out of his pocket.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, Fang Zhong opened the door of the back seat of a BMW: "Get on the car, Zhang Fan, I will drive you personally. You should feel honored, and Huang Long does not have such treatment."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and got into the car nervously.

After getting on the car, Jason and Lord Buddha immediately slammed Zhang Fan from left to right, and clearly took out their guns and pressed them against Zhang Fan's waist.

Fang Zhong got into the cab and started the car.

A moment later, the car drove out of the Ice Age. Fang Zhong said relaxed while driving: "Zhang Fan, just click and talk. There are not many parts for your three brothers. It is no problem to take them away, but you have to withdraw from Yiresha from now on."

Zhang Fan had expected Fang Zhonghui to raise this question, so he saw no surprise on his face and nodded directly: "Yes!"
Chapter completed!