Walking out of the community, Zhang Fan found Su Qian's phone and dialed it, but the phone rang for a long time and he didn't answer, maybe he was busy, so Zhang Fan sighed and put the phone in his pocket.

Half an hour later, Zhang Fan returned to the Maoshan incense candle shop, turned on the computer to code words, and didn't stretch his waist and stand up until he coded 30,000 words in one breath.

At this time, it is almost 16:31 in the afternoon, the sun has set outside, and the winter night always falls early.

Zhang Fan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air in his chest and looked out the window. Calculating the time, it has been almost a month since he came to Dadong City, obviously not much has passed, but he always feels that this time has passed very long, as if it has passed several years.

Just when Zhang Fan's face was full of melancholy, his mobile phone rang inexplicably. Hearing the ringtone of the mobile phone, Zhang Fan thought it was Su Qian calling, but when he looked closely, he found that it was not, but the driving school he signed up for.

Although he had doubts in his heart, Zhang Fan still answered. The caller was his female coach, she told Zhang Fan that in five days, she would arrange a subject exam for him, and let him go to the traffic police brigade in Dadong City to participate in it.

After listening to this, Zhang Fan woke up suddenly, good guy, I almost forgot about this, if the coach hadn't called me to remind him today, he might have to forget all about Keyi, since the last time I signed up for a driving school, I don't seem to have read much.

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan hurriedly took out the driving school book from the drawer and read it carefully. It wasn't until he read it for several hours that he threw the book aside in a daze, revealing it, and he couldn't remember it when he looked at it today.

But if you can't remember it, you have to remember it, because the first exam is coming soon, and if you fail, you will be embarrassed.

Helpless, Zhang Fan took a short rest. After some time, he closed the book, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Zhang Fan was woken up by the mobile phone alarm, glanced out the window, and found that it was foggy and rainy outside, suspected of snowing, got dressed, came to the bathroom on the first floor, washed up, and walked out of the door.

When he opened the message, he found that it was a transfer message from the bank. It was a transfer from Du Jianhai, and it was a million yuan he sent to himself.

He didn't break his promise. Seeing the arrival of one million, all the previous unpleasantness was swept away, Zhang Fan looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but sigh, there are still many good people in this world, and he also has a lot of good feelings for Du Jianhai.

Zhang Fan excitedly put his mobile phone in his pocket, feeling extremely comfortable. Haha, it's a good day, a good day.

Zhang Fan hummed a little song and walked outside with his hands behind his back, intending to eat breakfast, but after walking two steps, he suddenly stopped, feeling that the money had arrived, and Du Jianhai should say hello, so that he was polite, maybe in the future, Du Jianhai would come to find him.

Sure enough, doing business with rich people is to make money quickly. Zhang Fan got through the phone and thanked Du Jianhai, saying that if something happens in the future, he can find himself, and he can give a discount when the time comes.

After listening to this, Du Jianhai almost wanted to cry without tears, and even said yes, and then hung up the phone impatiently, and secretly scolded the stinky shameless.

In order to pay Zhang Fan, he went to borrow money, and only after scraping together did he borrow a million. He is different from Zhang Xiongyu and others, he is not a rich big boss, but just a senior executive of a large enterprise, and this million is already a lot for him, comparable to a huge amount of money.

Next time he encounters something, he will definitely not come to Zhang Fan again, if he is unhappy, he will not be able to deal with his own end, he will be like Zhang Xiongyu and his son who were burned to death.

Although Zhang Fan had explained before, Zhang Xiongyu and his son were not burned to death, but Du Jianhai obviously didn't believe it, after all, who would take the initiative to tell him about his murder?

No one is stupid. Du Jianhai rummaged through the cabinets from home, began to pack his luggage, and prepared to go out. This time, their company held a camping camp to visit a small island in the south for almost seven days.

Du Jianhai packed up his clothes and luggage, poured a bottle of hot water into the water dispenser, and was about to leave, but when he was taking his ID card, a yellow charm wrinkled into a triangle suddenly fell to the ground from the crack of the drawer inexplicably.

Seeing this yellow talisman, Du Jianhai frowned slightly. This yellow talisman is still the last pen fairy incident, went to Zhang Fan's Maoshan incense candle shop to ask for it, last time because of Zhang Fan's shot, the terrible pen fairy was solved, so this yellow talisman has been stranded by him and has not been used.

If this yellow talisman hadn't suddenly fallen out today, he would have almost forgotten about it. After thinking about it again and again, Du Jianhai still put the yellow charm in his pocket.

After the pen fairy incident, he has almost completely believed in the existence of ghosts and monsters in the world, this time to the southern island, I heard that it is very remote, it seems that there is no one around, I don't know what danger will be encountered, it is better to bring this yellow talisman, whether it can be used or not, in short, I can have peace of mind.

Preparing his things and pulling his suitcase, Du Jianhai walked out of the door. This camping trip was held by the company, and there were about forty or fifty people, who specially chartered a passenger plane to go.

。。。。。。 With this million, Zhang Fan couldn't wait to go straight to the mobile phone store after breakfast.

The mobile phone he is using now has been with him for two or three years, and when he bought it, it was only about 2,000 yuan.

So he plans to pay a high price for a mobile phone. After spending 10,000 yuan and buying a high-end domestic mobile phone, he left satisfied.

This million yuan is no more than the one million exchanged for fractions, and it is really through serious channels, so there is no burden at all when it comes to spending.

And the one million exchanged for fractional points, Zhang Fan couldn't stop dripping blood in his heart every time he spent it, because it was all consuming his life.

The meaning of the two is completely different. After kissing the old mobile phone, Zhang Fan said goodbye and threw it into the trash.

But as soon as he took two steps, he turned back, picked up his phone from the trash, and retracted the system backpack.

This old mobile phone, I have been with him for so long, and I just threw it away, which is really a bit heart-wrenching. After a while, Zhang Fan returned to the Maoshan incense candle shop, coded some more words, and then booked a plane ticket to Daxin City from the Internet.

There is not much time left for him, and if he doesn't hurry over, he may miss the time to suppress the first red-clothed ghost.

The information tips of the black leather manual, he did not forget. Zhang Fan successfully bought a plane ticket, turned off the computer, told Liu Ying and the two ghosts, and then put down the roller shutter door of the Maoshan incense candle shop, and left in a hurry.

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