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What is the second master of the Han family doing to me again?

I thought I had made my attitude clear enough during the last meal.

I didn't have a good impression of this heartless middle-aged man, but in business, it would not do me any good to offend the Han Bancheng family, so I still answered the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Han."

"Master Li, are you free now? I have something urgent and I want to ask your help!" Although Han Wenshan's tone was anxious, he deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone.

"I'm free, what happened?" Half of the previous 100,000 yuan has been spent by me. Business comes to me, and I can't refuse.

"That's great. I've sent a car to pick you up. It's on the way. I'll tell you the details when we get there!"

After hanging up the phone, when I took a taxi back to the village in the city, Han Wenshan's low-key and luxurious Mercedes-Benz was already parked in front of the shop.

I asked the driver to wait for me for a few minutes while I changed out of my sweat-soaked clothes and put all my important belongings into my backpack before getting on the bus.

The driver sped along without saying a word.

Half an hour later, the black Mercedes-Benz drove into the top Nanshan Villa in Dongzhou City.

It is said that Nanshan is the place with the best feng shui in Dongzhou City. The terrain of the entire Dongzhou City is like a long coiled dragon, and Nanshan is where the dragon head is.

The beautiful environment and pleasant scenery are just a small thing. Living here for a long time is the rarest place to get the dragon energy. The villa here has become a status symbol, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it.

Moreover, Nanshan Villa City is also the work of Hansheng Real Estate.

"Mr. Han, Master Li is here."

The Mercedes-Benz drove into the garage, and the driver quickly took me to the very large living room on the first floor.

The Chinese-style decoration is low-key and charming. Those furniture decorations with a very simple appearance can be seen to be expensive at a glance.

"Master Li, you are finally here!"

Han Wenshan was waiting in the living room and hurriedly came to greet me when he saw me.

He was the only one in the huge living room, which looked deserted.

"Mr. Han, what happened?"

"Please come upstairs with me first." Han Wenshan seemed to have something to say, his brows curled into the Chinese character "Chuan" and he made a gesture of invitation to me.

I suppressed the doubts in my heart, nodded, and followed Han Wenshan up to the second floor and to the door of a room.

"Master Li, I hope you won't spread the word about what you see later."

"rest assured."

Han Wenshan gave some instructions before reaching out and pushing the door open.

The solid wood door was slowly opened, revealing a suite with a decoration style that was completely different from the rest of the villa.

The floor is black, the walls are dark gray, and there are many weird paintings hanging on it. There are also many electric guitars on a shelf against the wall. Everything is unique and unique, and it is obviously liked by rebellious young people. style.

"This is Quanzi's room. He usually likes these things." Han Wenshan rubbed his temples with a headache and his tone was helpless.

"Did something happen to him?"

Han Wenshan nodded and led me into the bedroom.

There is a black leather bed in the middle of the spacious bedroom, and all kinds of exaggerated clothes are scattered around, but they are not put in the closet.

Lying on the bed was a young man in his twenties, with tattoos on his arms and a skull-shaped earring on one ear. He looked rebellious.

His eyes were closed tightly, he looked in pain, his face was pale, and there was cold sweat on his forehead. He was holding a piece of women's clothes in his hands and kept talking nonsense.

I listened carefully and it seemed to be a woman's name.

"This is my unsatisfactory dog, Han Junhao. He usually doesn't do his job properly, but now he has become like this for a woman!" Han Wenshan's face was full of hatred.

Han Junhao does look like he is overly lovesick, but it must be more than that, otherwise Han Wenshan would not be so anxious to find me.

"Mr. Han, what is the specific situation?"

Han Wenshan sighed.

"He has been in a coma for three days. He can't wake up no matter what, and he keeps shouting that woman's name! I have raised him for twenty years, and he can't even compare to a woman I have known for less than a month!"

"I don't expect anything from me anymore. As long as she is a decent woman with a good family and good character, I won't say anything!"

"But the point is, that woman is not a good person at all!"

Han Wenshan's brows were knitted into a big knot, and anger almost burst out of his eyes. He lit a cigarette, took a few deep breaths before calming down, and told me the story of Han Junhao's accident.

Han Junhao has been fond of music since he was a child, but not music in the ordinary sense, but heavy metal rock.

He was very rebellious. After finishing college, he had no intention of working. He formed a band and hung out in underground bars all day long. It was common for him not to go home for ten days and a half.

Moreover, the reason why I go home every time is because I have no money.

Han Wenshan was very angry about this, but he had no choice but to use many methods to restrain his son but failed, which made the relationship between father and son worse.

Just a few days ago, Han Junhao suddenly asked Han Wenshan to have dinner together, saying that he had something important to tell him.

Han Wenshan was quite happy at first, thinking that his son had grown up and become sensible, so he put down work and went to the appointment happily, but he saw that his son brought a strange woman with him and said that he wanted to marry her.

This woman is of average appearance and dresses in a rock-and-roll style. She should be several years older than Han Junhao. With this condition, Han Junhao, who was like a prodigal, could actually get him to agree to get married.

Han Wenshan could tell at a glance that this woman had evil intentions, and immediately turned cold and expressed his objection.

But Han Junhao defended this woman very much. In order to marry a woman, he would not hesitate to sever the father-son relationship with Han Wenshan.

Han Wenshan was so angry that he was dizzy. The father and son had a big quarrel and finally broke up.

This time, Han Wenshan finally made up his mind to completely cut off Han Junhao's financial resources.

Sure enough, within two days, Han Junhao came back and apologized to Han Wenshan.

But Han Wenshan was not happy at all, because the reason why Han Junhao apologized was still to marry that woman, and he seemed to be possessed by a demon.

Han Wenshan refused to relent, so he went on a hunger strike to protest. After a few days, he fell into a coma because of his physical weakness.

"My wife passed away early. I always felt that he was pitiful because he had lost his mother since he was a child. Therefore, he has not remarried for so many years, and I have indulged him a lot. Unexpectedly, it has harmed him. He cannot distinguish right from wrong, and even a woman's true intentions are unclear. Unrecognizable."

Han Wenshan shook his head, looking at his son with eyes filled with self-blame and distress.

"Of course I thought about using money to send that woman away, but I obviously underestimated her ambition. She insisted that she really wanted to marry Junhao." Han Wenshan snorted disdainfully.

"She's a little too naive to act in front of me. Who can't understand which one is more beneficial, taking a sum of money to leave, or inheriting part of the Han family's property?"

I wondered: "To say something that shouldn't be said, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with a woman with the strength of the Han family, right?"

"It's not difficult if you just target ordinary people." Han Wenshan frowned again, "But the problem is that Junhao's life is in the hands of that woman."