The Strongest Medical Immortal in the City

Chapter 24 Nouveau riche and dispute

Fang Chuan and Wang Weidong went to the county town together, but Sun Yaobing went in another direction halfway because of a business.

Wang Weidong was able to chat with him vigorously, and kept sending him to the security booth. If someone called, he would continue to chat with Fang Chuan.

However, after such a chat, he had a stronger affection for Fang Chuan, and at Fang Chuan's request, he also called him Xiaofang instead of calling him the genius doctor.

It was mainly because Fang Chuan felt that the name of Doctor Fang seemed to be a liar when he shouted.

And Wang Weidong is also in his 30s, so Fang Chuan called him Brother Wang.

"Xiao Fang, when you have time, you must contact me. Brother will take you to have fun." Before leaving, Wang Weidong gave him a look.

Fang Chuan knew right away that Wang Weidong was going to take him to play in the wind, which happened to be his taboo, and that he would only be devastated if he went.

He waved his hand quickly: "Forget it, Brother Wang, you can drink tea and chat. I'll talk about those places later, I won't go now."

"Haha, pretend to be innocent." Wang Weidong laughed, then waved his hand: "I'm talking about it later, I'm going to be happy first!"

After speaking, he turned around and jumped into the supercar, roaring, and disappeared quickly.

When Chen Xiong saw Fang Chuan, he was full of doubts and envy. First, he saw Fang Chuan's Yu Xiaoxiao's car yesterday, and now he called him brother to a young man. He walked up and asked for a while.

However, Fang Chuan didn't intend to talk to him more, he just flicked a few words and pulled the topic in other directions.

Finally, Chen Xiong said: "You kid, I really doubt whether you are a rich second generation who came to experience life deliberately. In the future, my little brother will be in trouble. Don't forget me."

"Of course it doesn't matter!" Fang Chuan smiled faintly. When he had no money, Chen Xiong still borrowed several hundred yuan from him.

He still remembers this kindness, and if there is a chance in the future, he will definitely repay it twice.

After he got off work, he went to the medicinal material market while it was still early, and he was shopping frantically. In addition to buying medicines for strong kidney medicine and other medicines, he also bought medicinal materials for cultivation.

The money on his body was spent like running water, which made him feel distressed.

From the medicinal material market, I looked at the time. Today, I left work early, and it was less than six o'clock after I bought the medicine. This was also because he didn't want to delay time, so he greeted the leader and left work early.

And the property company in this community is under Song Dazhe's, Song Dazhe has taken care of it a long time ago, so he can basically leave whenever he wants.

As soon as he walked out, he heard a few disputes on the side street, and after looking at it, it turned out that someone had a conflict in an antique pavilion.

"Antique Pavilion?" Fang Chuan couldn't help feeling when he saw this antique pavilion. "Now I am very short of money. Selling medicine is not a solution. Why don't you just hit your luck?"

Thinking of this, he strode to the entrance of the antique pavilion, and looked inside, it was a big antique shop, just a hall, and it was four to five hundred square meters.

The inside was cleaned spotlessly, and all kinds of antiques were displayed in the period, antique and full of charm, but there were not many customers inside.

But the person who had the dispute was two customers, for a scroll of ancient paintings.

Fang Chuan also joined in the excitement, walked over, and looked at the ancient paintings between the two men. It turned out to be the work of a certain painter in the Song Dynasty.

"I saw this ancient painting of the Song Dynasty first, and it must be given to me!" One of the fat guys, dressed in gold and silver, looked like a nouveau riche.

Beside him, stood a thin man with glasses, who looked like a dog's head soldier.

"How can you talk nonsense?" The other person who was arguing with him, a tall and thin old man, said coldly, "I saw this picture first!"

"This old gentleman." The dog-headed military sergeant smiled sinisterly, "How can you prove that you watched first? And, what financial resources do you have to compete with our boss?"

"You don't make sense as a person!" The old man was so angry that he blew his beard, "You can't prove that you saw it first, right? Then, this painting is also clearly priced. It is impossible to raise the price by yourself? "

"Why can't it?" The fat man laughed, "I'll buy this painting for three times the price, man, come here!"

"Come on!" The persuading man walked up to the fat man and asked, "Boss Jin, what's the matter?"

The boss Jin gave a sneer, pointed to the painting, and said, "I want to buy this painting at three times the price, can you think that's okay?"

"Boss Jin, this..." The guy looked embarrassed, "The rules of the shop, the items in the lobby, clearly priced, how much is labeled, how much is sold."

"Huh!" Boss Jin was furious, grabbed the painting, sneered and tore, and suddenly turned the ancient painting into fragments.

He sneered and looked at the guy, "What about now? Is it triple compensation for damaging the painting in your shop?"

"You--" The old man was also very angry. He was not an antique businessman, but a lover, so he liked the painting.

Unexpectedly, a dispute caused the nouveau riche to tear up the painting, which made the old man distressed.

He scolded: "You shouldn't come in, you are a ghost, this is an insult to antiques!"

"What are you talking about?" Boss Jin sank, and looked at the old man fiercely. "You have the ability to say it again? Dead old man, I'll let you go around!"

"Boss Jin, forget it!" The guy was also taken aback by Boss Jin, fearing that they would fight, and then said to the old man: "Master, or just forget it."

"Huh!" Boss Jin said angrily, "He's forget it, I'm not for it, dare to scold me, I let him lie down, this old man!"

As he said, he threw himself on the old man, about to punch and kick the old man. He is a big man about forty years old, and he can't bear a punch casually.

"Enough!" Fang Chuan saw him, and quickly stepped forward, pushing the boss Jin away, "What a **** man if I can't live with an old man!"

"Who is this little dog?" Boss Jin was pushed and staggered. He saw Fang Chuan clearly, and became furious. "Are you looking for death?"

The dog-headed sergeant also jumped out and pointed to Fang Chuan's nose: "Do you know who you are talking to? This is Boss Jin, one of the best in Chishui County, with a net worth of tens of millions!"

Fang Chuan's eyes were cold, looking at the boss Jin, he sneered: "If you have the ability to trouble me, I'm afraid you won't be named Fang!"

When the guy saw him, he was in a cold sweat, a wave of unrest, and another wave. It was no longer something he could solve.

He quickly turned around, ran into the hall, and soon disappeared.

"Okay, you little bastard, dare to be nosy, and watch Lao Tzu not kill you." Boss Jin said, and shouted at the dog-headed general: "Go on, kill him!"

"Young man, go quickly!" The old man saw him and quickly took Fang Chuan's hand to let him leave.

Fang Chuan was not afraid at all. He took a step forward and stopped in front of the old man. He smiled and said, "I just see what this upstart is going to do!"

"Stop!"

Seeing that they were about to fight, there was an urgent shout from the inner hall, followed by a few people walking out of it.