Dozo America

John looked at Zhen Fan expectantly and patiently persuaded him, because in his opinion, wasting one's own talent was a completely unforgivable act and irresponsible to all mankind who wanted to enjoy the visual feast.

"I know you are a doctor, and being a doctor may be a good profession, but... I can help you make more money, you know? You can realize your own value, millions of dollars? No, no, no, tens of millions of dollars

Needless to say, if you are willing to work hard, hundreds of millions of dollars is not impossible."

John may be telling the truth, because he himself is a master of TV capital operations. The trick of turning one's hand into clouds and turning one's hands into rain is the basic element of their survival. As long as they meet the right people and the right things, they will succeed.

You can extract capital as much as you want and make a fortune.

"No, no, no, John!" Zhen Fan quickly waved his hand, "I recently took on a business, do you know how much money I can get in the end? It's a foreseeable number." Zhen Fan spread his fingers as he spoke.

, used both hands, and then shook it at John and Christine.

"Ninety thousand?" John snorted, looked at Kristen and blinked. But seeing Zhen Fan's disapproving look, he felt a little shaken, and then he said tentatively, "Nine hundred thousand?"

"

Zhen Fan smiled, then looked at Christine, turned to him and said, "Why don't you boldly tell the number in your heart? No, it's not nine hundred thousand, you have one more chance!"

"God, this is impossible!" John shook his head and turned to look at Christine, "Do you know what he just said? It's so crazy, no one is willing to spend so much money to treat themselves

Yes, this is completely impossible... No, Zhen, are you testing me?"

"Okay, let me tell you this number - nine million, which is US dollars!" Zhen Fan smiled, then turned to Christine. "Do you believe this is a fact?"

Kristen nodded blankly. Her salary last year was about 34 million US dollars, which is the highest salary among Hollywood actresses. Now Zhen Fan told her that he cured a

The patient's income was nine million US dollars, which she couldn't believe. But she still chose to stand with Zhen Fan.

"Wow -" John exclaimed, and then looked at Zhen Fan. "Actually, I don't know who would be willing to pay for this..."

"Of course, what if it's those talented athletes?" Zhen Fan did not name Peter.

Howard's name, "For example, those superstars in the NBA or those top athletes worth hundreds of millions of dollars? They need to be healthy, and I have the medical technology they need to stay healthy, so we have a good space for cooperation!"

"That's true!" John said sarcastically, shrugging his shoulders.

"Actually, this is just the beginning!" Zhen Fan nodded and smiled, "So... for me, magic is just something for fun. I don't need to rely on it to make money, even if it can allow me to make money.

I got more money, but...it cost me my freedom. I know what it feels like to be famous. Just look at Christine."

"You are right. Zhen, I support you!" Kristen smiled, hugged Zhen Fan's arms with both hands, and rested her head on Zhen Fan's shoulder, feeling very warm.

"What does more money mean to me?" Zhen Fan opened his hands to John.

"You are right!" John was silent for a while and finally nodded, "Okay, I see your ability. I also know that you can completely protect Kristen, so... do what you want!

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"Thank you, Dad!" Kristen said, letting go of Zhen Fan's arm, walking towards John, hugging John gently, holding his face with both hands, and kissed his forehead, "

This is the best decision you'll ever make!"

John also smiled a little self-deprecatingly: "Yes, I have made a series of bad decisions recently, including my marriage to your mother. I'm sorry, dear, I didn't mean to break your heart."

"It's all over, Dad!"

"Okay, okay, it's time for me to say goodbye. You two stay here, you need to get together properly!" John smiled, looked at Zhen Fan and Christine, turned around, and left

When he got to the clothes rack, he took off his coat.

"Goodbye, Zhen."

John opened his arms and hugged Zhen Fan, and spoke to Zhen Fan seriously.

"I'm warning you, you must be nice to Christine, otherwise I won't let you go."

"Goodbye, John!" Zhen Fan patted John on the back, "I promise, I will be good to Kristen, she is very important in my life."

John nodded, smiled, opened his arms and hugged Kristen again.

"Good boy, I'm leaving. I know you have grown up. From that little kid to such a beautiful girl, I can finally let you go alone. Goodbye... Christine!"

"Goodbye, Dad!" Christine listened to John's words, and suddenly the corners of her eyes became wet. She let go of her hands and wiped the corners of her eyes, "Are you going to make us all cry and watch you leave? This is not a separation between life and death, don't forget

Take your medicine!"

"I won't forget it!" John smiled, then nodded to the two of them, turned around and left.

It was getting late at this time, and Kristen had no maids or bodyguards here, so she had to drive by herself, and it was drizzling a little. John opened the car door and was about to get in.

"John——" Zhen Fan called from behind.

"What?" John sat down, stretched his head out, looked at Zhen Fan coming from behind, and said, "What's the matter? Zhen, or do you want to follow me for a drink?"

Zhen Fan smiled, looked at John and said: "If you believe me, then... first, take a hot bath and go to bed after returning home, and don't take medicine. Second, don't drink alcohol, your body

It’s not very good. Third, find a time to come to my clinic and I will have a good talk with you about your body!”

"Is this a warning?" John looked at Zhen Fan with a half-smile.

"Dad, you'd better listen to other people's opinions." Christine also walked over from the steps.

John could only nod his head and said: "Okay, I will, I will listen to you, take a bath, then go to bed, don't think about other things, don't even take medicine, it's great!" As he said,

He started the car, said goodbye to Zhen Fan and Christine, and sped away.

"Did I annoy him?" Zhen Fan was in a bad mood when he saw John leaving, and looked at Kristen helplessly, "Maybe I shouldn't have said that!"

"What he doesn't like the most is people saying one, two or three things in front of him. These are only what he said to other people when he was on the TV station." Christine laughed, "Don't worry, he is just a child. After a while,

That’s fine!”

"Let's go in!"

Zhen Fan hugged Kristine and walked into the living room. The two of them could get along well today, and now they were the only ones left here.

"My dear, let's go to the room!" As soon as the two of them entered the room, Kristen couldn't wait to hold Zhen Fan's face, put her legs around Zhen Fan's waist, and breathed out hot breath, "We can have a good time

Take me with you all night, do you know how much I miss you these days? Damn it, hold me up!"

"Of course!" Zhen Fan kissed her, then lifted her hips and walked upstairs.

John drove away from Kristen's villa quickly. He was originally going to disturb Kristen and Zhen Fan's affairs. But after getting along with him this time, he found that he was powerless against these two people.

And...he always felt that the Chinese man was an extraordinary person.

"What a failure!" He kept talking to himself while driving. Obviously, he was not satisfied with his performance in front of the two children, but he also had more ideas. But...

These ideas are now blocked.

The car went directly to Los Angeles, where he had his own villa in Shakeout.

Entering the house, an assistant took the car keys from his hand and went out to park the car. Another assistant came over, poured him a glass of wine and handed it to John, who was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.

John raised his hand and waved it gently. The assistant quietly stepped away, and John was the only one left in the whole living room.

Stewart was alone. He took a sip of wine, then took a deep breath, took out a folded white paper from his pocket, and then unfolded the paper gently, as if displaying a piece of art.

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"Mr. Stewart, Mr. Kevin Caviezel is here!" An assistant walked in quietly, bent down and whispered in John's ear.

"Let him in!" John nodded.

After a while, I heard the sound of someone talking loudly, and then the sound of rapid footsteps. A tall and thin man in his fifties walked in and said loudly to John: "John, do you know that I am here this time?"

What did you come for? Our show was taken down by Hanson’s damn pig.”

John did not respond or turn his head, but quietly looked at a piece of white paper in his hand. His brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

"John, are you listening to me?" Mr. Caviezel sat down opposite John. He reminded John with some dissatisfaction that he was a funder and recently did a variety show with John, but

But it didn't work well, and now it's in danger of being taken down by the TV station's supervisor.

"Yes, I'm listening!" John was still staring at the white paper.

"What the hell is this? Isn't it just a piece of white paper?" Caviezel leaned forward and saw the white paper. There were stains on the white paper, which looked like a piece of steak.

"Steak? Did you draw it or a photo?"

"No, I dropped it on it, flew out of my plate, and then fell in here!" Only then did John raise his head and looked at Caviezel, "If I say this, you will believe it.

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