Myanmar public property is somewhat attractive to Fan Xingchen, but the Myanmar jadeite mining area is even more attractive to him, if he can enter the jadeite mining area, the storage space can easily include the nearby underground jadeite rough. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fan Xingchen knew that he could get a large amount of jadeite rough by going to the jadeite mining area in Myanmar, but he was not in a hurry, he had to eat one bite at a time, and he couldn't become fat by eating one bite.

No, Fan Xingchen refused to be fat.

On the morning of the second day after returning to Shanghai, Fan Xingchen did not go to work in his own company, but came to the gym, took more than two hours in the gym, and only went to work after lunch.

Fan Xingchen has not been in Shanghai for more than a week, but he is still very concerned about the Vipshop website, and every other day, he will call the executives of the Vipshop website to learn about the website's operation.

At this time, except for a few products, the goods sold on the Vipshop website are all with positive gross profit margins, and most of the products are no longer sold with negative gross margins as in the first week of the launch. Although the gross profit margin has increased, the Vipshop website is still losing money, and Fan Xingcheng is ready to lose 500,000 yuan every month.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, when Fan Xingchen was discussing where to go for dinner with the management of Vipshop.com, he received a call from his cousin, Zhao Yuanhong.

"Xingchen, uncle has been in a car accident!"

"What?" Fan Xingchen felt his heart chuckle, he was afraid that his uncle's life was in danger, "Is it serious?"

"I broke my left hand and was taken to the hospital. ”

"Did you see him?"

"Not yet, I'm on my way to the hospital. ”

"Which hospital?"

"XX Hospital. ”

"I'm going to the hospital now, and when you get to the hospital, you will call me when you see your uncle. ”

"Okay, then I'll hang up. ”

After Fan Xingche ended the call, Huo Zhe, the deputy general manager of Vipshop, asked, "Boss, is something wrong?"

"My uncle was in a car accident, I have to go to the hospital now, I can't invite you to dinner, I'll invite you next time. ”

"Dinner is a small thing, where we need help, just ask. Hochul said.

Fan Xingchen nodded and said, "You guys are busy, I'll go." ”

On the way to the hospital, Fan Xingchen encountered a traffic jam, and he arrived at the hospital after more than half an hour.

Outside the operating room, Fan Xingchen saw Zhao Yuanhong, and there were two people next to him, one was a man in his thirties wearing a traffic police uniform, and the other was a yellow-haired man sitting on a chair with Erlang's legs crossed.

After saying hello, Zhao Yuanhong pointed at Huang Mao and said angrily: "It's this kid who injured his third uncle by drunk driving." ”

Before Fan Xingchen could say anything, Huang Mao stood up and said with a gloomy face: "Boy, keep your mouth clean, be careful that I smoke you!"

"You smoke me and try it. The indignant Zhao Yuanhong rushed to Huang Mao and glared at the other party, "Don't think you drive a luxury car, the traffic police have said that the responsibility lies with you." ”

"Childish!" Huang Mao sneered, "wait and see, I will show you the dark side of society." ”

"The dark side of society?" Fan Xingchen laughed, reached into the pocket of his coat, took out the recorder placed in the storage space, and pressed the record button.

"Xiao Qisan, do you think this is funny?" Huang Mao snorted, "I won't wait a few days, I'll make you cry." ”

"If you have a big background and you can't get a job of hitting people with your car, then you're dead. ”

Fan Xingchen said secretly, looked at Huang Mao a few times, slowly walked to the other party's side, smelled the smell of wine emanating from the other party's body, and said with a smile: "Let's cross-talk, if you are a cow, we will admit it, and we will pay for the medical expenses ourselves." ”

Listening to Fan Xingchen's words, a smug smile appeared on Huang Mao's face, and he turned his head to look at Zhao Yuanhong.

Zhao Yuanhong was stunned when he heard this, looked at Fan Xingchen with an incredulous expression, and said anxiously: "Xingchen, how can you be ...... like this?"

"Cousin, don't worry. Fan Xingchen interrupted the form, paused slightly, and continued, "Listen to what he says first, maybe we won't know each other if we don't fight, and in the future, we will still have a place to ask each other." ”

"Count your kid acquaintance, my father is Wu Gang, the chairman of XX Company, and my uncle is the deputy head of XX District. You go and talk to the traffic police, don't pursue my responsibility, forget about this matter, next time you encounter any difficulties, I am in a good mood, and I can help you settle ......"

After hearing Huang Mao tell his background, Fan Xingchen stopped paying attention to him, took a step, walked in front of the traffic police, stared at the other party's siren a few times, and wrote down the siren.

"Officer, what's your surname?" Fan Xingchen said with a smile.

"Don't give your surname Yu. ”

"Officer Yu, what's the name of the perpetrator?"

The traffic policeman surnamed Yu hesitated for a moment and replied, "Wu Yifan." ”

More than half an hour ago, the traffic policeman already knew the background of the perpetrator Wu Yifan, and he felt that if the victim was an ordinary person with no background, Wu Yifan would lose money at most and would not go to jail at all.

Fan Xingchen noticed that the traffic police hesitated for a moment and guessed that the other party intended to shield the perpetrator.

The traffic policeman surnamed Yu felt that concealing the name of the perpetrator was easy to make people talk, as for whether Wu Yifan was drunk driving, this is not necessarily, and even he had a way to reverse black and white, make Wu Yifan a victim, and frame the person who was hit was a porcelain.

"Koutian Wu, a smooth sail?"

The traffic policeman surnamed Yu nodded.

"Was the perpetrator drunk driving?"

"The blood of the perpetrator has been drawn and the results of the tests are awaited. ”

"As I stood in front of him, I could ask about the strong smell of alcohol, which must have reached the standard of drunk driving. Does this still need to be tested for blood?" Fan Xingchen said unhappily, "You didn't do a breathalyzer test on him?"

"Officer Yu, don't talk nonsense with him, he's just an unrelated person. Wu Yifan rushed to the traffic police and shouted.

"It's a bit of a brain. Fan Xingchen said secretly, glanced at Wu Yifan, a sneer flashed on his face, looked at the traffic police surnamed Yu, and said in a deep voice: "Officer Yu, as a family member of the victim, I feel that I am qualified to know this. ”

"Sir, please pay attention to your own words, whether Mr. Wu Yifan is the perpetrator or not is still inconclusive. Some people who touch porcelain ask for money and don't want their lives, and they are very bold and dare to hit the car. ”

"What?" The anger in Fan Xingchen's heart suddenly surged up, and he roared, "You dare to reverse black and white and say that my uncle touched porcelain?"

At this time, a fat traffic policeman in his forties appeared, glared at Fan Xingchen unhappily, and said, "What are you yelling about, it doesn't make sense to speak loudly." Traffic police deal with traffic accidents without reporting to unrelated persons. ”