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Dongfang Han's legs were weak, and he almost didn't kneel, and hurriedly held on to the table.

His name is Fang Wendao, and he is the manager of Qi Zhenguo's martial arts hall...... The man in front of him was Fang Cheng's father!

Dongfang Han's face changed, and a flattering and polite taste suddenly appeared, and he picked up half a bottle of liquor on the table.

"Goo-go ”

I drank it in two gulps.

Then, he didn't care about wiping the white wine at the corner of his mouth, and smiled warmly:

"It turned out to be Mr. Fang in person, ouch, today's misunderstanding is too big, the little brother doesn't know that you are here, you have no eyes, don't go to your heart, I am a person with a straight brain and thick lines, please forgive me." ”

Fang Wendao's heart was full of consternation: "You know me?"

Dongfang Han continued to maintain an eager smile, and the two large sips of liquor only made him a little drunk, after all, the physical fitness of the amateur high-level was here.

"Mr. Fang, I also learned about your name by chance, hey, this matter is making trouble today, so you can give your little brother a thin noodle, I will invite me for this meal." ”

After speaking, Dongfang Han looked at the sluggish Zuo Zhuang again, changed his fierceness, and said apologetically:

"Lao Zuo, you and Mr. Fang are friends, why don't you tell me, I'm too impulsive today, let's discuss the repayment the day after tomorrow, and I'll erase the interest for you." ”

Zuo Zhuang's head went blank.

This twist was too blunt and bizarre, and he nodded sluggishly.

Fang Wendao chuckled: "You don't need to invite, our classmates will have dinner today." ”

Dongfang Han laughed twice: "It's good, it's good...... Then, Mr. Fang, you eat slowly, I have a dinner on the twelfth floor, Brother Qi Zhenguo and Secretary Chen are also there, and I will have another drink with you when I am free. ”

"Brother Qi?"

Fang Wendao's eyes were surprised, he didn't expect Qi Zhenguo to be here.

Qi Zhenguo, but his big boss, according to his son, is also his son's senior brother.

Dongfang Han nodded, his back was no longer straight, and he bent slightly: "Mr. Fang, you eat first, I won't bother you." ”

After speaking, Dongfang Hanchong Fang Wendao smiled politely before turning around and leaving the box.

After walking out of the door, Dongfang Han gently closed the door, looked at the wooden door in Phnom Penh, and then looked at the little brother Ma Tsai with a puzzled and confused face.

He sighed.

Damn, fortunately, I asked a lot of questions, otherwise if I bullied Fang Cheng and his father, I would be a dead end.

At the dinner just now, the conversation between Secretary Chen and Qi Zhenguo has already made Dongfang Han have a deep understanding of the other party.

Nineteen years old, one year of martial arts, professional-level martial artist, this is terrifying enough.

But the most frightening thing is...... Fang Cheng has an extremely terrifying big man as a master.

This big man has something to do with the Sakura Massacre.

This is easy to analyze, Dongfang Han is well-informed, has a wide range of friends, and has a father who has a close relationship with the third-in-command in the province.

He vaguely knew that above the professional-level martial artists, there was another layer of realm.

The legendary land immortal, the national industry level warrior!

Dongfang Han shrunk his neck, his thoughts were confused, and he didn't think about it anymore, just go back to the upstairs dinner table and talk to Secretary Chen and Qi Zhenguo.

As long as Secretary Chen and Qi Zhenguo can condescend to their dignity and come here to see Fang Wendao, it will be proven...... His guess was right!

Thinking of this, Dongfang Han hurriedly walked a few steps, did not take the stairs, and went directly to the twelfth floor through the fire escape.

............

Flowers bloom in the Phu Quoc box.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and their thoughts were completely frozen.

Zuo Zhuangshu finally recovered from his sluggishness, he looked at Fang Wendao carefully, and said with gratitude and surprise:

"Old, Brother Fang, thank you so much this time. ”

Fang Wendao waved his hand and pouted, "Your business partner is too rude." ”

Fang Wendao, who has been a small clerk all his life, has a very weak ability to observe words and colors, although he feels the strangeness of the atmosphere of the scene, he doesn't think much about it.

Zuo Zhuang laughed a few times.

The people standing at the table seemed to come to life from the statue all at once, some of their eyes vibrating, some gasping for breath, and more of them were complimenting.

The stiff and strange atmosphere suddenly dissipated.

The crowd continued to take their seats, but the delicious food on the table was no longer attractive.

They frequently looked at Fang Wendao on the main seat, some toasted, some sneered and flattered, and some cautiously tested.

Old classmate Fang Wendao, who is sacred?

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Han's face changed dramatically, and he was even more polite.

Dongfang Han, what the hell is the underground king of Linjiang City, the head of the gray area, was actually shocked by Fang Wendao.

Came arrogantly, laughed and left.

Fierce comes, politely go.

Even if Fang Wendao was holding tea, he couldn't stop everyone's enthusiasm, and they toasted one after another, as if it was their great honor to have a drink with Fang Wendao.

The crowd shouted to their sons and daughters to come to the table, preferring to squeeze a little.

Luckily, the table was large enough for adults to sit at the table, and young men and women sat either in the slits or in the back of the side.

Zuo Yuxin's eyes flashed, picked up a glass of wine, bowed down and said to Fang Wendao:

"Uncle Fang, I salute you with this cup. ”

After saying that, she killed it in one gulp, and a trace of pain flashed on her face.

Zuo Yuxin is a graduate student at Imperial Capital University, rarely drinks, and even if there is a drinking party, she unswervingly refuses.

Zuo Zhuang didn't wait for Fang Wendao's reaction, he also stood up, poured a small glass of liquor with a big belly, and drank it in one gulp:

"Brother Fang, I will toast you with my daughter in this cup. ”

For a while, the table was very warm.

Hui Yuan was not sitting behind her mother, her eyes flickering, and she had no face to talk to her.

Hui Yuanfei's mother Yu Wenjing laughed twice and said, "Lao Fang, don't you have a son, why didn't you bring it today." ”

"Yes, Wen Dao. ”

Fang Wendao coughed, a little helpless: "That kid in my family is a little busy, so he didn't come today." ”

A group of old classmates, who have daughters, are all bright-eyed, and want to introduce their daughters to Fang Wendao's son, if this kind of family affair can be successful, it will be a great joy.

The Son is more than the Father, as it is.

Fang Wendao didn't know the secret thoughts of his old classmates, he just thought it was casual chatting.

Zuo Zhuang relaxed and took a sip of wine:

"Brother Fang, your son is also in his twenties, and my daughter is also twenty-one or twelve years old, all of them are young people, and they have the opportunity to get to know each other. ”

"Haha, no problem. ”

Zuo Yuxin heard the conversation between her father and Fang Wendao, her eyes blinked, and she was a little shy.

Zuo Zhuangshu continued to smile and said: "Now this young man, don't they all use QQ or something, Brother Fang, how much QQ does your son have, let Xiao Xin add it, the relationship between our generation cannot be broken, and it is good to continue to the next generation." ”

Everyone was stunned.

sighed in his heart, and let Zuo Zhuang seize the opportunity.

Although Zuo Zhuang's words are very vague, everyone here can taste some flavor at a glance.

Hui Yuanfei's mother, Yu Wenjing also smiled: "Oh, I see, why don't we children build a group chat room and communicate together." ”

Zuo Zhuang laughed and said: "That's called a QQ group." ”

Everyone is gossiping about this matter, especially women.

Fang Wendao smiled bitterly, groaned for a while, and said, "This is also a good thing, let's talk about it after eating." ”

Zuo Zhuangshu and others were about to urge again and implement it.

"Knock knock. ”

There was a knock on the private room door.

The voices of the crowd fell silent and they all looked back.

The door slowly opened, starting with a middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses, followed by a capable and capable middle-aged man.

Everyone was silent, and their hearts trembled.

Is this coming back to continue looking for trouble?

I saw Fang Wendao stand up and said with a smile: "Brother Qi?"

"Old Fang. Qi Zhenguo nodded, with a smile on his face, and pointed at Secretary Chen: "Let me introduce you, this is our Secretary Chen of Linjiang City"

The dining table was instantly silent, and everyone's hearts were shocked and a little numb.

They watched blankly as a few people came over and talked to their old classmate Fang Wendao.

Fang Wendao was stunned for a moment, extremely surprised, Secretary Chen still knew:

"Secretary Chen is good. ”

............

Five minutes later.

There was an eerie silence spreading at the table.

Zuo Zhuang swallowed his saliva, glanced at the door of the private room, and said cautiously:

"Fang, Brother Fang, Secretary Chen just said that your son is young and promising, and he is the pride of Linjiang City...... Brother Fang, your son is ......"

Everyone also watched with bated breath and looked closely at their old classmate Fang Wendao.

Fang Wendao was a little speechless, completely unaware of what was going on, touched his head, and said:

"My son is Fang Cheng. ”

“......”

Hui Yuanfei exclaimed in surprise: "Young Martial Champion Fang Cheng!?"

Zuo Yuxin glanced at Hui Yuanfei, a little disdainful, but Hui Yuanfei's words made her mind tremble, and she instantly remembered the picture of the martial arts competition half a year ago, the invincible figure.

It turned out to be Fang Cheng?

Zuo Yu Xinxiu's eyes were extremely indecent, and she stared at Uncle Fang who was still a little disdainful more than ten minutes ago.

Some people who didn't know, in the whispers around them, were also taken aback and understood the meaning of Fang Cheng's two.

Zuo Zhuang gritted his teeth, a little puzzled.

A national young martial arts champion, can he have such a big face?

Fang Wendao shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"I guess this kid has done something earth-shattering. ”

......

East Lake No. 1, Villa No. 8.

Fang Chengzheng sweated and practiced the 'Thai gold body' on the side of the spacious living room.

The most important thing now is to improve your physique, as long as your physical cultivation reaches the standard, you can use attribute abilities to quickly improve your strength.

"Da la Da La~"

The phone rings.

Fang Cheng glanced at his mother Chen Rong, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, picked up his mobile phone and walked to the edge of the living room and looked at the screen.

Dad?

Isn't it a dinner party, why did you call?

Fang Cheng picked up the phone: "Hey, Dad, what's wrong?"

A slightly drunken voice rang on the phone:

"Son, I've had a little drink, and you'll take a taxi to pick up Dad. ”

"Oh...... Good. ”

"Just now, Secretary Chen of the Municipal Party Committee and Boss Qi Zhenguo came over to drink two glasses of wine with me, saying that it was your son...... Xiao Cheng, what are you doing? The Young Martial Arts Champion shouldn't be so powerful, uh. ”

After saying that, there was a wine burp on the phone.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he was a little puzzled.

The matter of registering a war martial artist should not be accessible at the level of the secretary of the municipal party committee of a prefecture-level city.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Cheng felt that it was better not to let his parents know about the matter of registering a war martial artist, after all, ...... The high mortality rate of registered war warriors is notoriously high online.

Fang Cheng blinked his eyes and said, "En...... Maybe it's because I'm a bit of a political rank. ”

"What level?"

A professional-level registered martial artist will be automatically awarded the Honorary Brigadier General Medal of the Ministry of National Security of the Central Committee of the People's Republic of China, which is equivalent to the rank of deputy minister in the political rank.

Fang Cheng said: "Deputy ministerial level. ”

.........

Wen Dao hung up the phone at the table in a daze, his eyes blank.

In the focus of everyone's eyes, he said, "My son will come over later......"

Everyone's eyes lit up and their hearts were excited.

Fang Wendao frowned, and said in surprise: "My son said that he is a deputy minister...... What is the vice-ministerial level?"

Holding up his gold-rimmed glasses, Fang Wendao looked at the old classmates who were stammering and their faces trembling, and asked again:

"What level is this?"