I have to say that Zhang Fan's physical fitness is still good. Now, the person who is holding Miao Renfeng for more than 130 pounds is not slow at all.

Zhang Fan had observed it before, and the location of the branch was only more than 100 meters away from the main gate of the hospital.

Zhang Fan hugged Miao Renfeng and ran wildly for less than half a minute before the two rushed to the door of the police station. At this time, a group of young men carrying guys behind him were about ten meters away, and they barely chased after him.

At this time, the large iron door of the police station was closed, and there seemed to be no one, but Zhang Fan was not afraid because there was an infrared camera under the eaves at the door, which was open and had a red light.

After arriving at the police station, Zhang Fan immediately put down Miao Renfeng and called the police at the same time.

At the same time.

"Dang thump!"

The group of young people who caught up behind saw that Zhang Fan and Miao Renfeng had already rushed into the police station. Then, one by one, stopped across the street.

Under the street lights, a burly young man in a down jacket with a look, waved his hand, glared at Zhang Fan opposite him, and then shouted at the person behind him, "Okay, stop chasing him!"

As soon as the words were finished, a young man with long hair and looking a little non-mainstream, Ma Biao and Ribiao immediately said angrily: "Brother Hui, I almost caught up! I'm afraid of the ball! Keep chasing! I will definitely catch these two little kids!"

The young lover named Hui brother looked like the head of these people. He heard this and turned around and glared at the non-mainstream, cursing: "Nigga! Why are you so stubborn? Didn't you see the police station?"

"What's wrong with the police station? There must be no one in this New Year!"

"213!" Brother Hui glanced at the black ghost speechlessly, then ignored the latter, took out his cell phone, walked alone under a tree more than ten meters away, and called a phone number.

"Mr. Wang... I didn't catch up with these two people, so I went to the police station."

"... Didn't they find out that they settled in the central hospital? I can't even catch this?"

Brother Hui was a little helpless: "It's right in the hospital, but the hospital is too close to the police station, so we dare not take action."

"Okay, if you really can't catch it, just forget it. Xiaolei has an explanation. After all, it's not our territory. Since no one is caught, don't get involved. Come to Haibei quickly. There are many orders here recently and need staff. There are also Gong Gang's group of people. We have bitten us tightly recently. You can bring people here to help."

"Oh, OK!"

Brother Hui nodded and hung up the phone.

Then Brother Hui and about twenty people left by car.

Not long after Zhang Fan called the police, the police arrived. At around 8 o'clock in the morning, under the escort of two policemen, Zhang Fan and Miao Renfeng got on the train to Haibei again.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, it was already snowing here in Haibei, and it was snowy and the weather was particularly cold.

Zhang Fan did not have a place here, let alone an acquaintance, so at the invitation of Miao Renfeng, he came to Miao Renfeng's studio.

When he arrived at Miao Renfeng's studio, Zhang Fan realized how terrible this so-called studio must be.

It turns out that in Zhang Fan's impression, Miao Renfeng's studio should be like this: On a certain floor of an office building in the center of the city, there is an office area of ​​at least two or three hundred square meters. There should be about twenty people in the studio, and then all kinds of office equipment should be complete.

However, after Zhang Fan arrived, he realized that the so-called studio was actually like this: on the first floor of an old five-story building in the urban-rural fringe of Haibei, there were two storefronts. The locks on the storefront were rusted. When he entered the storefront, it was dirty and messy. The so-called office equipment inside was a bed stacked side by side, and then two computers were added.

The so-called staff are one man and three women.

The man looked like he was two or three years old, and he was not very thin. He looked a little too nutritious. He looked messy and looked like he hadn't washed for a month, and he was covered in greasy. He was wearing a down jacket and a four-cornered red shorts under him. His face turned red because of his coldness. He kept rubbing his hands and roasting the fire inside.

The three women looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, each wearing earrings, yellow hair, or holding a cigarette in their hands, wearing very thick smoky makeup, wearing ripped clothing, looking at the strong smell of a social sister.

In addition, Zhang Fan also noticed that one of the women looked very young and probably hadn't grown up yet.

In contrast, Miao Renfeng's studio is still pretty normal.

As soon as he entered the door, Miao Renfeng took Zhang Fan's hand and said with a smile: "Come on, Brother Fan, I'll introduce it to you."

As he said that, Miao Renfeng pointed to the young man wearing red shorts, squatting beside the fire box, and was snot so cold that he was snotted: "This guy is my good friend, my childhood friend, and my name is Wu Liangbin. Don't look at my brother Bin as a bit ugly, but his work is not bad. He is known as the golden finger of the new generation of Asian Union!"

Zhang Fan was a little confused, looked at Wu Liangbin, and asked tentatively: "What is golden finger?"

"You will know when you stay here for a while. This is a unique skill!" Miao Renfeng sighed and said, then pointed at the three girls beside Wu Liangbin: "These three are, well... they are our studio partners. The one on the left is Tian Jing, who is twenty years old this year, and the one in the middle is Ropepee, nineteen years old, from Hecheng, you are your fellow countryman, and as for the one on the far right, Xu Sui is eighteen years old, named Zhou Qian, and is Bin's Ma Zi."

"Hello, hello."

An unnatural smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth, and he felt that the atmosphere in the studio was a bit weird, especially those girls. From the moment he entered the door, he glanced at his crotch from time to time.

Tian Jing spit out a mouthful of smoke rings: "Hello! Little brother!"

Ropepee cast a charming look at Zhang Fan, and stayed on Zhang Fan's lower body for a while, then Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Hello, fellow villager! I'm looking forward to working with you!"

Only Wu Liangbin's Ma Zi Zhou Qian just nodded at Zhang Fan and smiled, feeling a little reserved.

After being glanced by Ropepee, Zhang Fan subconsciously clamped his butt and squeezed a smile out of the corner of his mouth, "Hello, hello."

In my heart, Zhang Fan was a little puzzled: Cooperation? What is the so-called cooperation?

Also, Miao Renfeng’s studio was mainly engaged in game training business before, but when he arrived at the scene, it didn’t look like that?

Zhang Fan thought to himself, if they don’t come on the second day of the Lunar New Year, they will be three women and two men. Five people are crowded in such a small room, will they not have to celebrate the New Year? Are they so dedicated?
Chapter completed!