Aristocrats have the temperament of aristocratic, and grassroots have the characteristics of grassroots. Many people actually don’t need to ask, just take a look and you will understand what kind of player he is.

For example, in the corner of the city, standing by the dark street in the evening, dressed in a single woman, you don’t have to ask her if she can talk about her ideals and life, just negotiate the price directly!

The group of women who got out of the taxi gave Zhang Fan the same feeling, but they were more sensory.

Some of them were wearing student uniforms, while others were wearing nurse uniforms, and a small tool box was slung around their waists.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan sneered at the corner of his mouth and murmured: "The life of the boss is so terrible. It's so bad!"

Time passed very hard. At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Fan, who had been lying on the mountain while watching behind him, suddenly saw Xu Zecheng coming out of the orchard alone.

In a distance, under Zhang Fan's observation, Xu Zecheng must have drunk a lot of wine, and was shaking his face when he walked, and his face was red. He kept muttering in his mouth. As he walked, his center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and he stepped on the air and fell into the field.

Zhang Fan was still a little puzzled. Why did Xu Zecheng run out alone? Suddenly, Huang Long's cold voice came from the headset: "Zhang Fan, be ready! Xu Zecheng is going home. When he walks almost to the town, just do it!"

Zhang Fan suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked in surprise: "You really want to do it? Will you be too deliberate to do this? Wouldn't you bother with me?"

"What does it mean to be intentional? If it is not intentional if it becomes a car accident? If it is not intentional if it becomes a suicide? The key is the result! The process is not important! This person is ignorant of politeness, he asked for it!"

Zhang Fan stood on the mountain, looking at Xu Zecheng who was getting closer and closer to him, and struggled extremely in his heart!

Do you really need to do it?

Such an innocent stranger! He is still so young!

A yamen who is ignorant and independent, may be a good person...

Zhang Fan struggled extremely, his steps seemed to be filled with lead, extremely heavy...

On the other end, in the office of a bureau in Haibei City.

Ma Guohua stood by the window and answered a phone call: "Hey, Lao Huang, how are you doing?"

"The Zhang Fan you asked me to check, I found something new."

Ma Guohua raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"This person's background is a bit complicated! His grandfather is Bai Yuan, a well-known entrepreneur in H-bei Province, but Bai Yuan seems to be disliked by his grandson. Zhang Fan's mother's name is Bai Siyu, his father..."

"What's wrong with his dad?"

"Bai Siyu is still unmarried, but she has a son Zhang Fan. Who do you think his father is?"

"You mean... Zhang Fan is an illegitimate son?"

"Yes, I have carefully investigated the question of who his father is today. There are two suspicious targets. One is Liu Bo, the former general manager of Junhao Group. Liu Bo, an accident in Liu Bo, was reported to a lot of news in China a few years ago. You must have known it, and Zhang Fan was still involved in that matter."

Ma Guohua narrowed his eyes and asked, "What about the second one?"

"The second one is Zhang Jun himself!"

Ma Guohua raised his eyebrows: "Zhang Jun?"

"Yes, it's Zhang Jun!"

"Why do you say that?"

"The first one is Liu Bo's surname, and Zhang Fan's surname is Zhang! The second one is that I have checked Bai Siyu's resume. She seems to have no intersection with Liu Bo. Instead, she seems to have had a relationship with Zhang Jun. The third and most important point is, I asked the relevant person and compared the DNA of Zhang Fan and Liu Bo. According to the responses of the relevant person, it is almost unlikely that these two people have a biological father-son relationship."

"So, if it is not Liu Bo, why should Liu Bo give Zhang Fan 2.6 billion at one time? There is only one possibility! Zhang Fan is Zhang Jun's son! Only in this way can we explain the origin of the huge sum of money! Of course, these are my guesses. Perhaps only the very few people from Junhao and Bai Siyu himself know about it."

Upon hearing this, Ma Guohua was speechless for a long time and was silent for a long time before he said in a complicated expression: "Okay, Lao Huang, I understand, thank you."

"What are we talking about?"

"Well, I have something to do, so let's die first!"

Ma Guohua said a little hurriedly, hung up the phone quickly, and then called Huang Long's cell phone: "Huang Long, hasn't the matter been done yet?"

Huang Long was stunned on the other end of the phone. He didn't understand why Ma Guohua called him personally at this moment. "No! I've told Zhang Fan, he will do it right away!"

"Stop first!" Ma Guohua said in a deep voice: "Call Zhang Fan immediately and tell him not to do anything. You can change the specific person to handle the matter."

Huang Long was stunned: "Why?"

"Don't ask! Just do as I said!"

Huang Long had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll call Zhang Fan right away."

Two minutes later, at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Fan was holding a gun, and was extremely entangled. He had just gone down the mountain and was about 100 meters away from Xu Zecheng, suddenly Huang Long's voice came from the headset: "Zhang Fan! Stop immediately! Don't do it! I'll go change someone!"

"Huh~~"

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Huang Long! Are you playing with me, right? What does it mean? Is it fun?"

"Don't ask! Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with you! Go back first and wait for the letter!"

Zhang Fan sat on the ridge of the field, his voice low: "Huang Long! What are you doing?"

"Don't ask after saying that, this is what the above means! Just go back and wait!"

Huang Long responded coldly.

Zhang Fan had no choice but to look at Xu Zecheng who was staggering towards him with complicated eyes.

More than half an hour later, Zhang Fan returned to the hotel where he had been temporarily staying. More than an hour passed. It was about eight o'clock in the evening. Zhang Fan turned on the TV in the hotel, and a news was being broadcast on the TV.

"This station news, at 6:05 this afternoon, a car accident occurred near the intersection of Beixiang Road, Batai Town, this city. The accident caused one person to die on the spot. The driver who caused the accident did not escape and was waiting at the scene. He has been taken away by the GA agency. According to roadside news... The driver who caused the accident has a history of intermittent mental illness..."

Zhang Fan stared blankly at the scene coming from the TV, looked at the familiar Xu Zecheng's clothes inside the TV, and looked at his bloody face with mosaics, and his heart was extremely shocked.

After waiting in the hotel for about two hours, Huang Long entered the hotel and met Zhang Fan in the room.

After entering the door, Huang Long's first words were: "Go home, Director Ma will carefully consider your affairs."

Zhang Fan was shocked: "That's over? Are you sure you didn't fool me?"

"Is it interesting to me to play with you?" Huang Long suddenly glared at Zhang Fan, and shouted in anger: "Do you think I'm playing with you? I'll tell you Zhang Fan! Actually, we are both the same! We are both pitiful people, and we have no choice!"

Zhang Fan was choked and didn't say anything for a while.

Huang Long waved his hand impatiently: "Don't ask anything, ask for life! This industry is dirtier than you think!"
Chapter completed!