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Forty-ninth birthday.

East Lake Bay, inside Villa 8.

Grandpa Fang Cheng was talking with a smile on his face.

On the side, Hua Liang, Fang Wenmin, Fang Wenxue and others sat at the dining table in turn.

The main position is the policy.

On the left side of the policy is Fang Cheng's father, Fang Wendao.

The old face of the policy was full of relief, and sighed:

"Xiao Cheng is really out of luck, look at this house, tsk, even if I have been here two or three times, I still can't imagine it. ”

Fang Wendao smiled on the side: "Dad, if you want to live, I'll buy you a set next to here." ”

Fang Cheng's mother Chen Rong's face was indifferent.

With a bank card with a deposit of 100 million yuan, Chen Rong didn't care about this little money at all.

As long as the money is not given to Fang Wenxue, it will not be a big problem.

As a junior, buying a villa for Fang Cheng's grandfather is not a big deal.

Migrate qi and nourish the body.

Chen Rong's face was radiant, and the temperament of a noble lady came spontaneously.

The policy was stunned for a moment, and his heart was a little moved, but he shook his head and waved his hand to refuse: "No, no, Wendao, it's good that you have this heart." ”

Fang Wendao was about to speak.

Policy smiled again: "It's still very convenient for me to live with your second brother Literature." I'm so old, living in such a big house, and my heart is empty. ”

Fang Wenwen on the right side of the policy stopped talking and smiled.

Why doesn't he want to live in a villa and a mansion...... But the only remaining self-esteem in his heart made him not want to turn to his eldest brother Fang Wendao for help.

To have a good son is to be good.

Fang Wenxue's heart was full of jealousy.

Between the conversations, Chen Rong's style appeared.

Chen Rong has just finished studying for a driver's license and plans to buy a car.

Hua Liang smiled, glanced at his wife Fang Wenmin, and said, "Otherwise, it's good to buy an Audi Q5 or a Porsche Cayenne." ”

Fang Wendao nodded.

Chen Rong pursed the corners of her mouth and shook her head in denial: "No, it's too cheap." ”

“......”

The words at the dinner table stopped abruptly.

These two models, are they still cheap?

Chen Rong smiled proudly, before her son Fang Cheng's special training, she told her not to shrink her hands and feet when spending money.

She knocked on the table with a smile:

"I think there's a good Maybach model. ”

Hua Liang swallowed his saliva, a little envious in his heart.

The chairman of his company, the car is a dark black Maybach!

Fang Wen's face trembled, and the high price of Maybach made him not even think about it.

Even if it is a second-hand Maybach, it will cost more than a million, where can he afford it. The money is all in the business.

"Knock knock. ”

There was a knock on the door.

The eerie atmosphere is broken.

Chen Rong looked up, looked at the door of the villa, and said with a smile: "I'll go and see who it is." ”

She was a little confused.

Relatives are at this table.

Chen Rong's own brothers and sisters, in Tianjiang City, could not suddenly come over.

The villa doors open.

Chen Rong looked at the two people standing outside the door in amazement.

A big entrepreneur and a wealthy man in Linjiang City, her husband's boss - Qi Zhenguo!

Secretary of the Linjiang Municipal Party Committee, a big leader, and a big official - Secretary Chen.

As the two walked into the villa, everyone was shocked!

The policy stood up even more tremblingly, with a bright smile on his face, and stepped forward to greet Secretary Chen.

Secretary Chen held the rough hands of the policy: "You are Fang Cheng's grandfather......

The latter words are no longer audible.

This high-ranking official, who can only be seen on the TV screen, actually stood in the eldest son's villa, shaking hands with himself!

He sat down in a daze.

Secretary Chen and Qi Zhenguo expressed their intentions: congratulations to Fang Wendao on his birthday.

An hour later.

The atmosphere of the table is solidified.

Secretary Chen and Qi Zhenguo finally left Villa No. 8.

Fang Wenxue's face flushed, his emotions were extremely excited, and he wanted to gasp for breath, but he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Hua Liang trembled and touched his pocket, wanting to smoke a cigarette and suppress his shock.

Suddenly, his movements froze, remembering that this was Fang Wendao and Chen Rong's villa, and neither of them smoked, Hua Liang put his hand on the table in a daze.

Everyone here can really understand the identity, level, and status of these two people, and it is none other than Fang Literature and Hualiang.

One is a businessman who is tumbling and tumbling to do business.

One is the top management of the enterprise.

Chen Rong shook her head, glared at Fang Wen strangely, "These two people, are we very familiar with each other, why did you come over today to celebrate your birthday?"

Fang Wendao smiled bitterly, also at a loss.

Hearing this, Fang Wenxue almost lost his breath of old blood.

Officials like Secretary Chen, how many people spend money to intercede and want to meet, but they don't have a chance!

My eldest brother and sister-in-law don't care at all!

The gap between people and people is too big.

Just because of his nephew Fang Cheng?

Fang Cheng, what is his identity?

Even the first young warrior in China could not have such influence.

Besides, at this moment, Fang Cheng was not at home at all!

If Fang Cheng was at home, it could be said that Secretary Chen came to condole.

But right now, Fang Cheng is not there.

Secretary Chen and Qi Zhenguo obviously came to fight with Fang Wendao for the identity of Fang Cheng's father!

Hiss!

Fang Wenxue's mouth was open, his mind was full of mush, and a vague thought popped out:

Unless...... Fang Cheng's identity far exceeds these two, so these two big officials and rich people, even in the face of Fang Cheng's father, must be enthusiastic and pay attention to it!

"Knock knock. ”

There was a second knock on the door.

Fang Wendao and Chen Rong glanced at each other suspiciously.

Watching her sister-in-law Chen Rong walk towards the brown security door of the villa, Fang Wenxue's eyes were fixed on the door.

He thought in his heart, what kind of big man is coming this time?

Chen Rong opened the door.

Eyes lit up.

The voice was full of surprise: "Son!"

......

Fang Cheng took out the precious belt he bought on the road and gave it to his father Fang Wendao as a birthday gift.

If it weren't for the occasional thought of this special day, Fang Cheng almost forgot his father's birthday.

It's just that at this moment, Fang Cheng was a little stunned.

He sat at the table, but all eyes were on him.

There was shock, incomprehension, and inquiry in his eyes.

In the end, father Fang Wendao coughed and looked at his son Fang Cheng.

Fang Wendao broke the deadlock of silence and asked, "Son...... Just now, Secretary Chen and Boss Qi Zhenguo came to celebrate my birthday together. ”

"Oh. ”

Fang Cheng nodded lightly.

As an invincible powerhouse of the first level, he is no longer an ordinary human being.

It can be said that splitting rivers and splitting hills can be barely done.

A secretary of a prefecture-level city, a martial artist at the beginning of the professional level, could not attract Fang Cheng's attention at all.

What's more, this professional-level martial artist, although he is his own registered senior brother, is weak and cowardly, and he doesn't even dare to go to Nibreda Island.

This made Fang Cheng even more unable to face Qi Zhenguo.

It's too cowardly.

If you can advance to the professional level, it is estimated that it is already the end of Qi Zhenguo's martial arts.

The spirit has been lost, and the spirit has been lost.

A professional-level martial artist like Qi Zhenguo is the most shameless in the circle of registered war martial artists.

Even professional-level martial artists can fight bravely and bloodily for mankind.

Fang Wendao never expected that his son Fang Cheng would react like this.

And they were all amazed.

The visit of these two big shots, Fang Cheng just let out a faint 'oh'?

Fang Wendao frowned, and asked with some confusion: "Xiao Cheng, didn't you say anything about the deputy ministerial level last time, what position are you?"

After half a year of life, Fang Wendao also understood the division of China's political ranks.

But they were all astonished.

Even Chen Rong didn't know that his son was already at the level of deputy minister.

Fang Wen's teeth made a gurgling sound, frightened, swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, and looked at his nephew Fang Cheng cautiously:

"Deputy minister?"

Hua Liang and Fang Wenmin also glanced at each other.

Both of them deeply understand the terrifying height of the deputy ministerial level!

In the entire province, there are only a handful of deputy ministers!

However, Fang Cheng ...... How did he deserve this level, and what did Fang Cheng do?

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there has never been a vice minister who has been 20 years old.

The guide also lifted his reading glasses and stared at his grandson Fang Cheng blankly.

"It's just a fictitious position, and it has no real rights. ”

Fang Cheng's face was indifferent, he waved his hand, and said a little shyly and embarrassedly: "Ahem, I am now at the deputy national level." ”

Fang Wenxue's eyes rolled, his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted, he looked at Fang Cheng with complicated eyes, and then glanced at his eldest brother Fang Wendao.

It wasn't until this moment that Fang Wenxue knew that he ...... The gap with the eldest brother Fang Wendao's family can no longer be quantified.

A great river, with a stream, is not comparable.

Hua Liang's lips froze, and his left hand, which was resting on the table, moved and shrank under the table.

Vice-national?

Oh my God.

Hua Liang and Fang Wenmin looked at each other, and only felt that life was too wonderful and amazing.

Grandpa Fang Cheng coughed twice, shocked by the news, and inhaled cold air.

"Dad, slow down. ”

Fang Wendao hurriedly patted the back lightly.

Korea.

Chungcheongnam-do, Junyeong-si.

Next to Tongtian West Road, in Zhuning Hospital.

A middle-aged beautiful woman sat in a single room and burst into tears.

Hospital bed.

A child, with a white cloth bandaging the corner of his forehead, fainted.

The middle-aged woman seemed to be tired of crying, picked up the phone in her hand, and flipped through the address book.

At the top of the address book, a phone number is pinned:

‘XXX’

Korean text, translated into Chinese, is: Uncle Damon.

Koreans call their husbands strangely. 'Uncle' is one of those honorific titles.

The phone was dialed.

"Drip ...... Drip ......"

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and the light in her eyes flashed, she didn't expect it...... Damon's phone number, which was conducting secret training, was actually dialed!

The phone was picked up.

The middle-aged woman cried and complained.

At that moment, the door was pushed open.

Two men in sportswear walked in and snatched the middle-aged woman's phone and slammed it on the ground.

The phone was hung up.

The man in the sportswear in the lead frowned: "Ms. Jeon Zhenzheng, what are you doing?"

Jeon Zhen is raising his weeping face, his eyes showing a helpless and innocent look, but there is a deep hatred:

"I'm on the phone with my lover. ”

The man in the black tracksuit sneered, slowly, and concludedly:

"Ms. Quan Zhenzheng, our young master just injured your son by mistake, not on purpose, we will pay all the medical expenses, what else do you want?"

Between the words, it was full of the taste of superior people, and it turned out that there was no mention of compensation.

Quan Zhen was pulling up her hair and sneered: "Shooting my son's skull with a pistol is what you said about accidental injury!?"

The man in the black tracksuit turned pale and said angrily:

"It's just kids' play. And, what the hell are you talking about? It's clearly your son who fell on the curb and was seriously injured. ”

"We have paid the medical expenses in advance, and we have been very lenient, you have to recognize the reality, Ms. Quan Zhenzheng!"

After speaking, the man in the black tracksuit glanced at his companion and turned to walk out of the ward.

"Bang. ”

The door to the ward was slammed shut.

Jeon Jin was staring at the door, sneering, and suddenly becoming sad, bending down to look at her son:

"My son...... Your dad Damon is coming back, get better soon......"

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The big climax is coming!!