Seeing Zhou Ming like this, Zhang Fan no longer planned to go there.

Because in his opinion, Zhou Ming's current situation is not very good either.

However, what happened next surprised Zhang Fan.

After saying goodbye to many migrant workers, Zhou Ming got on his Buick car, drove away from the project area, circled around and came to the gate of a construction bank on the north side of the project area.

The straight-line distance between this Construction Bank and the second phase of the Dahan Project Area is less than 300 meters, but there is a big river in the middle. Moreover, because there are buildings blocking it, people in the project area cannot see it.

But Zhang Fan sat at the convenience store, just a river away from the Construction Bank, and could see clearly.

Under Zhang Fan's gaze, Zhou Ming took out a bulging shoulder bag from the car and then entered the bank.

"Interesting!"

Zhang Fan grinned, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, and then headed straight to CCB.

When Zhang Fan arrived at China Construction Bank, he happened to see Zhou Ming coming out of the bank. He had a slightly smug smile on his face and was still holding the big shoulder bag in his hand.

Unlike before, the bag is now dry.

"Oh, Mingzai."

Zhang Fan stepped forward and greeted him with a smile.

Zhou Ming didn't expect to meet Zhang Fan here. A hint of surprise and undetectable panic flashed in his eyes. He stood beside the car and looked at Zhang Fan: "Fan? Why are you here?"

Zhang Fan smiled and said, "I'm down and out. I just happened to meet you. Do you want to find you to enjoy a bowl of rice?"

An unnatural smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Ming's mouth. He waved his hand quickly and said, "What a joke? I'm not safe now. Come to me and let's go and drink the northwest wind."

Zhang Fan nodded and asked, "Just come out of the bank, are you saving money?"

"Well? I'll send two thousand yuan to my wife in the countryside. She takes her baby with her. The baby is old and she will go to school in the second half of the year."

"Well, this car is good. I didn't see you driving before. How much did I buy it?"

"Hey, don't mention it. This car is borrowed from a friend. I'm away from home and running around. Sometimes it's inconvenient to not have a car, so."

Zhang Fan inserted his left hand into his pocket and held the IOU tightly. He stared at Zhou Ming for a long time before he smiled and said, "Mingzai, I have encountered some trouble recently. I collided with someone and even hit the other party's mother in the hospital..."

"Didn't you find insurance for this?"

Zhang Fan shook his head, "Insurance is a thing that is easy to collect money, but Moji is unreliable when making claims."

"It's okay, I believe there is always justice in the world." Zhou Ming smiled and patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder, then opened the car door: "Why, I have to go to the construction site later. Time is very tight, so I'll leave first."

"It's okay, you're busy."

"Yeah, let's talk back."

Zhou Ming greeted him and stepped on the accelerator. The Buick roared, rolling the dust all over the ground and left in the dust.

Zhang Fan looked at Zhou Ming's disappearing car with red eyes. After a while, he took out the IOU and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road.

Zhou Ming, who said he would definitely repay the bill half a year ago and took the initiative to make an IOU, has not even mentioned this matter today.

This is reality!

Zhang Fan once thought that he had more or less good friends around him, but after several recent events he realized... It turned out that none of the people around him were humans, all ghosts!

Next to the trash can on the side of the road, Zhang Fan squatted on the ground, smoking a big mouthful of cigarettes, looking at the endless traffic on the street, a hint of bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Life seems to be a big joke with him, and today, Zhang Fan feels that he has returned to a year ago.

"Buzz~"

The cell phone in the pocket was vibrating, and the sound of text messages came. There was no need to read it. Zhang Fan also knew that this must be the Land Rover owner who was hit was urging him again.

"Dudu~"

A white Maserati stopped by the roadside, then honked its horn and lowered the car window, revealing the face of a young and unruly man wearing sunglasses.

Needless to say, this person is Pang Congcong.

Pang Congcong took off his sunglasses and shouted at Zhang Fan: "Hi, Brother Fan, what are you doing? Are you watching ants move on the roadside?"

Zhang Fan raised his head, looked at Pang Congcong, and without saying a word, then lowered his head again, looking a little depressed, and continued to think about things.

Zhang Fan has no dislike for Pang Congcong, nor has he any good feelings for him, nor does he think he is a friend of him.

"Swish"

The car door opened, and Pang Congcong, wearing a famous brand windbreaker, got off the car and came to Zhang Fan.

"Oh, Brother Fan, I have something to worry about. I see you are frowning."

Zhang Fan glanced at him and whispered, "Yes, I'm worried about the money."

Pang Congcong was stunned and immediately asked, "Are you short of money? Why are you short of money? How much are you short of?"

“Two hundred thousand.”

"It's just that little money? Not much, why don't you call me!" Pang Congcong said, taking out his cell phone and saying, "Brother Fan, come on, send me your account, I'll transfer it to you now."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan looked at him in surprise.

If Pang Congcong was willing to lend money to himself before something happened to Liu Bo, Zhang Fan would not doubt it at all.

Not to mention 200,000, Pang Congcong would probably not hesitate if he had one million.

But now, Liu Bo is about to enter, and all Zhang Fan's funds have been frozen.

At this moment, Pang Congcong borrowed money from Zhang Fan, what are you trying to do?

"Haha." As if seeing Zhang Fan's doubts clearly, Pang Congcong smiled and said, "Brother Fan, do you think I'm playing tricks on you? Or, treat me Pang Congcong as an ordinary force dog?"

Zhang Fan didn't say anything.

"Not all businessmen are urban philanthropy. Businessmen's investment is not only considering existing value, but also hidden value and future potential." Pang Congcong smiled and said, "My father told me since he was a child that people should be utilitarian, but not all utilitarian, otherwise it will be unmannerable."

While speaking, Pang Congcong had already added Zhang Fan's payment number and transferred the money on the spot with a swish.

Pang Congcong patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder, then stood up, and said with a smile: "Okay, Brother Fan, you don't have to be too grateful to me. For me, this 200,000 is not a big deal. If you want to do it in the future, you can still remember me, Pang Congcong, who can take the initiative to invite me over for a cup of tea, that's enough!"

As he said that, Pang Congcong waved his hand, then got in the car and drove away.

Zhang Fan stood up silently, looking at the direction where Pang Congcong left, but remembered this favor in his heart.

No matter when, timely help is always better than icing on the cake. At this moment, when almost everyone turns around 180 degrees and hates him, Pang Congcong is willing to borrow money on his own initiative, which makes Zhang Fan, who is on the streets of winter, feels warm in his heart.
Chapter completed!