Taoyuan Village Little Magician

Chapter 1097 I will give you one hundred thousand!

"No, it's quite a lot, and... and the life of a blind monk is worthless, thirty to fifty thousand is enough."

Meimei's head shook like a rattle.

Perhaps it was because of the large range, even the twin peaks on Meimei's chest began to shake crazily.

The slackers and veterans on the side were dazzled.

"I said less is less."

Zhang Fan smiled lightly and said, "How about this, I'll give you one hundred thousand, okay?"

"Damn! Are you serious?"

Seeing that Zhang Fan didn't look like he was joking, Meimei asked excitedly.

"Benefactor! The first time I saw you at the Wuzhe underground market the day before yesterday, I felt very destined. Not to mention, from today onwards, you are my reborn parents."

The Nanfeng old man stepped forward excitedly and took Zhang Fan's hands, almost crying and kneeling to thank him.

"Mr. is really kind and generous. When I first saw him in the arena that day, I felt very familiar. Looking at it now, it makes me feel like I have found a relative."

The slacker is also unprincipled, has no bottom line, and said shamelessly.

Even the blind monk, who was knocked flying several meters away, stood up now and hurried to Zhang Fan.

"Amitabha, benefactor, there are not many people like you in this world who are stupid, rich and caring. I accept this one hundred thousand."

The blind monk rubbed his hands, then stretched them out in front of Zhang Fan, as if waiting for Zhang Fan to take the money.

Zhang Fan was not surprised at all when he saw the monk who was hit by a car and flew several meters away.

When he walked over, he found that the breath of the blind monk was no different from that of a normal person.

He was not injured in the slightest by being hit by a car.

And his strength is still very good, even if he is blind, it will not restrict his actions.

"Aren't you... very short of money?"

Zhang Fan took out a bank card and handed it to them. As for the exact amount of money in it, Zhang Fan himself was not very clear.

However, Zhang Fan was very curious about whether these four people were short of money.

"Damn it! Benefactor, that is really in short supply."

Meimei quickly replied, and at the same time pushed the monk in front of Zhang Fan, saying: "Do you want to hire him as a thug? The one with more money and less work is the best."

For a moment, black lines appeared on Zhang Fan's face.

God so much money and little things.

"I want to hire the four of you to stay by my side and protect the people around me while protecting me."

Zhang Fan was completely defeated by this wonderful group of four, and said helplessly.

"Hire the four of us at the same time?"

Meimei, the slacker, the blind monk, and the old Taoist, without exception, just shook their heads without even thinking about it.

"Handsome guy, it's enough for the blind monk to stay by your side alone to protect you. We still have to find the young master."

Meimei said very confidently.

The slacker and the old man nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Why should I make money to support the three of you? Amitabha, don't think that poor monks are easy to bully. This is impossible."

How could the blind monk suffer from this?
He refused very simply.

As for Zhang Fan, it was even more messy in the wind.

I'm the employer, right?

When is it your turn to pick and choose?
If Zhang Fan hadn't been in a good mood and didn't like to get angry, sooner or later he would be so angry by these four weirdos that he would die on the spot.

"Don't have to talk?"

Meimei's gaze was suddenly extremely cold, she stared at the blind monk and asked.

Unexpectedly, the blind monk was also happy and fearless, and coldly snorted without thinking: "There's nothing to talk about!"

"Okay! Then the three of us stay and work for our benefactor, and you go to find the young master."

Meimei pouted and said.

The blind monk was dumbfounded.

Nima?

Am I redundant?

Then I go?
"Your young master... who are you?"

Zhang Fan looked at the four of them curiously and asked.

Looking at the four people in front of them separately, each of them looks quite normal, but together, they are clearly four strange things.

But it's still a strange thing that the martial arts cultivation base is not low.

What brand of young master is this, who can subdue these four people?

"No, I don't know..."

A look of sadness flashed in Meimei's eyes, and she shook her head helplessly.

If they knew who their young master was, it would be impossible for them to search for more than ten or twenty years without any results.

Zhang Fan: "..."

There was no way to chat today, otherwise, Zhang Fan didn't know if he would be led astray by the four of them.

"The money has already been given to you. You can think carefully about whether you want to accept my offer."

"I have other things to do, so I'll leave first."

The agreed eight-party consultation started at nine o'clock sharp, and now there is less than half an hour left before the start.

It's not good to be late.

"Goodbye, benefactor!"

"Papa! Go all the way!"

"I hope next time when I have no money, I can meet you who are stupid and have a lot of money."

As soon as Zhang Fan walked away, Meimei, Blind Monk and Nanfeng Laodao bowed deeply to Zhang Fan's back.

Zhang Fan, who had already reached the car door, staggered suddenly.

He couldn't afford to mess with this weird group of four.

"Let's go!"

Sitting back in the Maybach, Zhang Fan patted the driver on the shoulder, signaling him not to worry, just drive well.

The matter, anyway, has been resolved by him.

It's just that Gu Weixiong looked at Zhang Fan with some puzzlement, and asked curiously, "Do you know these four people? What did you say?"

"I also met these four weirdos when I went to the underground market with Boss Long the day before yesterday. I just don't understand how they suddenly want to be born after staying in the underground market for more than 20 or [-] years?"

Zhang Fan shook his head amusedly, but felt a little regretful at the same time.

Although these four people are wonderful, but if possible, he still wants to keep them by his side for his own use.

now.

Meimei, Blind Monk, Nanfeng Old Daoist, and Slacker, the four are like hotel doormen.

Standing on the side of the road, watching the Maybach and two Mercedes-Benz S600s leave.

After the vehicle had completely gone away, the three looked excitedly at the bank cards in their hands.

Then, Meimei suddenly asked a question that made everyone flustered in the wind.

"Then, what... did the benefactor just say the password of the bank card?"

a time.

The four of them kept an eerie silence in tacit agreement.

Wait half a minute.

"I'm going back to prison."

The Nanfeng old man made a decision immediately without even thinking about it.

At least the prison is full of food and housing.

"I'll go as well."

"I also need to go!"

"Wait for me……"

Meimei, the blind monk, and the slacker all made the same choice tacitly.

Everyone in the prison is a talented person. After returning to the prison, isn't it home?

None of the four felt that there was anything wrong with the prison.

Except... the food is more difficult to eat.

On the way to prison.

"The benefactor is not honest about this matter. He gave the bank card but not the password. Doesn't this make us look forward to plum blossoms and quench our thirst?"

The slacker said with a mournful face.

(End of this chapter)