Taoyuan Village Little Magician

To put it in one sentence, that is, I have no grievances with you, why did you just smash me when you came up?
"Ok!"

Song Fanshuang nodded. Of course, she could tell from what happened tonight that Zhang Fan's status was definitely not weak. Maybe with Zhang Fan's intervention, he could really seek justice for his father.

However, after a ten-minute drive, the Rolls-Royce drove into Beijing Siping.

Here, it is almost the same as the place where Li Jun lived before. They are all self-built houses with ups and downs. If it is not a bustling metropolis not far away, anyone will have a feeling of returning to the town.

look.

Song Fanshuang's family is really down and out.

Under the guidance of Song Fanshuang, the car turned around for a few nights and stopped outside a brightly lit self-built house.

On the courtyard dam in front of the door, there are tables of running water mats, surrounded by white silk, and in the middle of the main hall, there is also a coffin, with a big word "mourning" on the back.

"Xiao Fan, I'm sorry, my father has been dead for three days, and there is no way to bury him yet."

After Song Fanshuang got out of the car, he said with an ugly face.

Beside the mourning hall, there were more than a dozen middle-aged men in suits, sitting there eating and drinking.

"These people... are all former partners of your father's group?"

Zhang Fan guessed.

Although the weather in the capital city has started to cool down, but the corpse has been placed for three days, and when it is buried, it may already have a bad smell, right?

Don't these people even understand the basic truth that the dead are the greatest?
"Well! After the company was liquidated, it was already bankrupt. Now, how can there be any extra money for the partners to settle the settlement?"

Song Fanshuang was obviously used to such situations.

Maybe this kind of life has continued since her father died?

Or maybe it started after the Song family went bankrupt and came to this slum?
In short.

Looking at these former partners, the boss who used to call her niece, Song Fanshuang felt disgusted.

"Let's go and have a look."

Zhang Fan walked straight towards the mourning hall.

Now that you have encountered these things, please help if you can.

It was really embarrassing for Song Fanshuang, a mother and daughter, to face the ugly faces of these people every day.

"Hey! Xiao Song is back, how is it? It's good to work in Yipinju, right? At least a few thousand a day, right? When will the cooperation funds for the uncles be settled?"

"Old Song left suddenly, and did not leave any property to you, but the father's debt is paid by the son. This is an eternal truth. Our cooperation money is also hard-earned money."

"Yeah, you have to give us some time, otherwise it's not appropriate for us to sit in the mourning hall every day."

Although Zhang Fan was at the forefront, these partners didn't take Zhang Fan seriously at all, they just ignored him and surrounded Song Fanshuang, chasing and asking questions.

"Where's my mother?"

Song Fanshuang ignored these people, but pushed aside the crowd and walked into the mourning hall.

I saw a thin middle-aged woman sitting beside the coffin, neither speaking nor crying, like an old monk in meditation.

"Hey, Xiao Song, this... can I give you a letter?"

"Leave your mother alone, she now..."

These partners still wanted to say something around Song Fanshuang, and a big hand directly grabbed one of them.

"How much is the Song family missing from you in total?"

Zhang Fan looked at the crowd with a smile and asked.

"Who are you? How much money the Song family sent us for cooperation has anything to do with you?"

"No, this little brother seems to have gotten out of the car with Song Fanshuang just now, maybe he is the one who took care of Song Fanshuang?"

"What car did they ride in just now? How do I remember that it seems to be a Rolls-Royce?"

These partners began to discuss in a hurry again, and the expression they looked at Zhang Fan changed.

"Tell me, how much money the Song family is missing from you for cooperation."

Zhang Fan didn't answer these people's questions, but asked indifferently, and at the same time asked Hong Tianhao at the side to bring a paper to take notes.

"My Lin's Timber is short of the cooperation payment of 320 million."

"My side is also short of 160 million."

"And I, checked sixty..."

All of a sudden, the bosses of these partners reported the amount of cooperation between themselves and the Song family.

"How much is the total?"

The bosses of eight partners in total, after explaining the cooperation money one by one, Zhang Fan looked at Hong Tianhao and asked.

"290 million."

Hong Tianhao quickly told Zhang Fan the total.

"It's quite a lot."

Zhang Fan smiled, looked at the crowd and said: "Tomorrow, you all go to Gu's house to collect the project funds, as long as what you say is true and there is no fraud, or the collapse of the Song family, it has nothing to do with you, just send your money , not a single point less."

heard.

Everyone was dumbfounded at once.

How could they go to the Gu family to collect the funds for the cooperation project between them and the Song family?

"Little brother, are you kidding us?"

"The Song family's debt, the Gu family will pay it? We small families, what qualifications do we have to go to the Gu family to ask for debts?"

"Either, you give the money now; or, if the wronged person has a debtor, we will continue to ask Song Fanshuang for it."

After the bosses of these partners came to their senses, they all felt like they were being played by Zhang Fan, and they snorted coldly, not listening to Zhang Fan's nonsense at all.

"Really? Forgot to introduce myself."

Zhang Fan smiled, and said calmly: "My name is Zhang Fan, the owner of Huairen Hall, do you think I can't afford to pay the Song family back for this mere tens of millions?"

"Huirentang doesn't have a lot of liquidity in the capital, but the Gu family can withdraw it at any time. By the way, I am the son-in-law of the Gu family. It's only tens of millions of funds, and I can still transfer it."

There was no complacency on Zhang Fan's face, just a touch of teasing and disdain.

These businessmen, Zhang Fan doesn't think there is a good thing, if your momentum can't hold them down, then they can trample you on the ground.

How could Zhang Fan give them a chance.

"You, are you Doctor Zhang?"

"The boss behind Huairentang? The therapist for Li Jun's incident?"

"This, this... how could Song Fanshuang know Miracle Doctor Zhang?"

Hearing Zhang Fan's self-report, these businessmen were completely stunned.

Who doesn't know how much Huairentang makes money?A mere ten million is really not considered money in Zhang Fan's eyes.

How uproarious was the Li Jun matter before?

The results of it?
Those who want to frame Zhang Fan will go to jail themselves.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you guys. I plan to investigate the matter of Yuanfeng Jianmu Group going bankrupt overnight. No matter who is behind the scenes, I will find them out one by one."

"At that time, those who should be punished by law will be punished by law, and those who cannot be punished by law will be punished by me."