Chapter 118:

Obviously, the woman in the Chinese costume is the fiancee of the grandiose man. At this time, she is like a furious beast, and she hopes to tear the fiance with her hands. If it weren't for his infatuation and his ability to take care of people, could her Zhao Zhaoqianjin be engaged to a desolate second ancestor? Now look at it again, what infatuation does not regret, what is gentle and considerate, all fart!
"Who is that woman? You said? You said!" The woman slapped again by the man's collar. When they were torn, they turned around twice, so everyone could see the bright red lip mark branded on the inside of the man's collar.
"It really does! How did Vanguard know? When he was kissing, he saw it?"
"I should have seen it, or can I be so detailed?"
When the people whispered, the woman in the Chinese dress had reacted and suddenly realized: "The French balcony covered with red roses and the white curtains with gold wire are not the villas on your lakeside road. Okay, you turned your outside I took it to the place where we were engaged, and you are so good! "The woman took a big step away from the skirt and wanted to catch Xiaosan.
The man quickly caught up with two red slap marks. That Xiaosan listened to him very much, and he must be waiting in the villa now, maybe he has taken a bath, and lay down on the bed. If his fiancé is really caught, his relationship with the Zhao family will be completely broken. Oh, his parents must tear him!
After the two left, a few men and women with gorgeous looks left in a hurry, either to watch the excitement, or to persuade them, no matter what they did, in short, it was a big show, and the producer of this drama Van Gogh looked around the people around him and asked politely, "Does anyone still want to fortune tell?"
"Yes!" When everyone else retreated subconsciously, a young man really came out, his face was very pale compared with others, there are two groups of black and blue looming under his eyes, as if he did not rest well. The corners of the micro-hooks are full of contempt.
"I know what tricks you are playing. Isn't it just that you accidentally saw someone cheating? Is there anything good to do with mystery?" He withdrew a pile of cash and raised his eyebrows. "If you have the ability, you can count on me!"
When the young man spoke, all the people around him showed a fearful expression, which shows that his status is not comparable to the previous grandiose men. Van Kaixuan, who had never spoken, finally spoke: "Ding Yu, forget about your children."
I really want to count that Vatican Triumph is only five or six years older than Vangelo, but at this time he said that Vagaro is a child, one is to ease the atmosphere, and the other is to beat this young man who acts arrogantly. He was telling the other person indistinctly: Forget it, the position between you and me is already very different, and if you feel good, you will close.
But Van Gogh was obviously not the one to collect when he saw it. When Ding Yu showed the intention of letting him go, he took away the banknotes from the man and said with a smile: "Then I will try."
Ding Yu's eyebrows were raised a little higher, and he adjusted the hem of his clothes. The old was sitting on the sofa beside him. Fan Kaixuan sighed, and then sat beside him. The two gangsters sat down, and the horses around found a seat.
In this large and small corner, the only person standing was only Fangallo and Song Rui, and their movements naturally attracted the attention of the older generation. At this time, they were looking here one by one. Take a look, beware of young people making trouble. The Van Goro of "Jili Lihe Qun" became a dumb idiot in their eyes.
"Sit." Song Rui smiled and pulled away a soft chair to let Fangallo sit down, but he stood quite leisurely himself.
"Is there a pen and paper?" It doesn't make much difference to Van Gaal whether he is sitting or standing. He closes his eyes and feels for a moment, then he ticks his finger at Dr. Song.
Song Rui immediately asked the waiter for a pen and a sticky note.
The pale-faced young man, Ding Yu, a close friend of the triumph of Van Gogh, was looking at Song Rui with startled eyes, as if he didn't know this person overnight. When they were in the United States, they also worked with Song Rui, so they were particularly impressed by this person's horror. Say a word to extinguish your own prestige: If this person is not interested in money at all, but just like to seek stimulation, there may not be the rise of the Vatican in the mall at all.
Song Rui at the negotiating table is unfavorable and unfavorable; Song Rui in financial duels is strategic; Song Rui in business analysis is even more terrible. Fan Kaixuan was able to compete with the old foxes on Wall Street, and Song Rui's instructions were behind him. Why would he walk with a small star who is popular with others? What does the other party make him eye-catching?
This problem clearly reminded Ding Yu that even Van Gogh's eyes radiated vigilance, and the look in Van Gogh's eyes was no longer an understatement or erraticness, but a little caution. The so-called thing gathers people and divides people into groups, the truth is that they understand more than anyone, can be close to Song Rui to this degree, and let him run like a waiter and take care of running back and forth. Fuel efficient lamp.
It's a pity that this understanding came a little too late. Van Gogh already began to write in the convenience book, and every time a string of numbers was written, the page was torn off and pushed along the table to Ding Yu's eyes.
The first string of numbers is a license plate number, which corresponds to Ding Yu ’s choice of car today. No one can see this, and it ’s no surprise, so Ding Yu just raised his eyebrows and did n’t bother to say a word; the second string of numbers is Brahma The phone number of Triumph, some of the people present know, some do n’t know, so Ding Yu did not respond; the third string of numbers corresponds to the address of Ding Yu ’s company, and some people know that some people do not know; the fourth string of numbers is still a phone Number, but no one is familiar; the fifth string, the sixth string, the seventh string ...
At this point someone already cried with a smile: "Hey, isn't this my phone number?"
"My number is also here, Ding, is he copying your address book? Is this also a fortune teller? Is it funny?"
"Eh, my number appears, hahaha, this kid wouldn't think that we can scare us by writing all of our phone numbers silently? Doesn't he keep our number on his mobile phone? Take it out and copy it directly , Is your brain broken? "
Ding Yu's scornful grin gradually became stiff. Yes, most of the numbers written by Van Gogh are phone numbers, but not just phone numbers! He seemed to think of something, so he immediately pulled out his phone, opened the call log, and looked up the numbers placed on the table in order: early this morning, he first selected the black Maybach, the license plate number was Vanga Luo wrote this; in the car, he made a call to Fan Kaixuan, and then to the company, he called the manager of the business department. The company address and the phone number of the business department manager were the third and The fourth string of numbers, after whom did he call? Who also called him?
Ding Yu's fingertips began to tremble slightly when he touched the phone, because the numbers written by Van Gogh in order were arranged neatly in his call records from top to bottom, and there were no mistakes. Gallo can never know, for example, the several transoceanic telephones from the United States, which are secret agents of him and Van Gogh, no one knows that there is such a person, and the other party is in order to avoid tracking, Every time I change the contact method. In other words, even if he calls Ding Yu five or six times a day, the number will not be fixed, but instead appears randomly like a password.
This person doesn't even know Song Rui, so how did Vanguard know? These random phone numbers, these strange orderings that exactly match his call records, how did Van Gogh get it? Through this string of numbers, he even revealed his movements throughout the day! Only a spy can do such a thing?
Ding Yu couldn't laugh anymore and handed the phone to Fan Kaixuan with a sullen face. Fan Kaixuan glanced blankly, and handed it to the bodyguard beside him. The bodyguard quickly disassembled the phone and repeatedly checked it, then shook his head slightly-there was no monitor or monitoring software.
The trio's pretentious attitude made everyone around him unable to laugh, and the mocking expressions stiffened in the face one by one. Obviously, Van Gogh seems to have poked Ding Yu's painful place, even Van Gogh's painful place. When they realized this, Ding Yu had gathered all the notes and inserted them into his shirt pockets as if they were natural.
"People who can make friends with Song Rui are really extraordinary! It's really brilliant!" Ding Yu began to applaud, very slowly, the voice seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth.
Van Gogh did not put him in his eyes at all, just turned his head to see Van Gogh.
Song Rui nodded with a smile: "It is my pleasure to be friends with Mr. Fan."
His words made Ding Yu's expression more ugly. Because Ding Yu suddenly realized that the mode of getting along with these two people was not as he had imagined at first: Song Rui ’s care was not to show his own temperament, but to actually put himself below Van Gogh. , That is to say Van Gogh is the master and he is the slave. However, how many people can convince Song Rui in this world?
"It's also my pleasure to make friends with Mr. Van." The white curtain came gracefully and said with a smile: "What were you talking about? Mind if I join?" Obviously, he also came to support the former Van Gogh major.
"Welcome, welcome, Mr. Bai, please sit down. Mr. Bai's momentum has been fierce recently!" Ding Yu's smile has been slightly distorted. He began to realize that he seemed to have kicked an iron plate today, no matter how Van Gogh knew these secrets, he couldn't pursue it anymore.
"You came to me today." Fan Kaixuan's words made everyone silent.
"Yes, I came to see you in a special way." Van Gogh nodded and admitted, not at all in a man's power. It was not until this time that everyone discovered that he did not lose the triumph of Van Gogh in terms of appearance, temperament, and even network resources.
"Then how about you tell me your life first?" Fan Kaixuan grinned temperfully, but he spoke with temptation.
"Yes." Fanga Luozhi looked at him, mysterious mist in his eyes, and he said slowly, "You shouldn't have existed."
"It really shouldn't be for you." Fan Kaixuan took a sip of red wine with a careless tone.
His words provoked laughter from the people around him. The white curtain frowned unpleasantly, but Song Rui also smiled sarcastically, but I don't know who the ridicule was.
Van Gogh was not disturbed by the reaction of everyone, and continued: "You were born on Mount Fan Luo, so you will look so much like him."
"Of course, we are father and son." Fan Kaixuan seemed a little bored, put down his glass and looked straight at the presumptuous young man.
"No, you are not father and son, you are just born out of him, at best it is just a shadow. Your existence is no longer necessary, so you will soon disappear. In recent days, your body may be in serious trouble. When you lie down on a hospital bed and ca n’t see the future, you can come to me, and I may be the only one who can help you.
Van Gaal wrote a series of phone numbers and slowly pushed along the desktop to Van Gogh fundus.
Fan Kaixuan squeezed his thin lips and said nothing, but Ding Yu rose furiously and asked, "What the do you mean?"
Fan Kaixuan patted Ding Yu's arm gently, his attitude was always gentle and calm: "You are predicting that I will get sick?"
"Mortal disease." Van Gogh spoke out four words, making the people around shudder.
"What the do you want from me? You wouldn't come to me to say this for no reason?" Vatican won't believe the youth's prophecy because he has never been sick since childhood and his physical fitness is far beyond The average person, and his recent medical examination report is also ideal, there is no possibility of contracting the disease. But he would like to know the other party's intentions. What benefits can this dumb practice really have? I'm afraid it's a little difficult?
"I want the old house of the Van Gogh." Van Gaal was outspoken.
Everyone around took a breath of air, secretly surprised by Van Gogh's greed. That is the old house of the Fan Family! Sitting on a whole hill is not only valuable, but also the foundation of the Vatican! How could the Vatican triumph give it to an outsider without blood? Isn't this Van Gogh crazy about money? He still thinks he is a former Vatican major?
Fan Kaixuan finally chuckled, shaking his head and sighing again and again: "Then I'll talk when I'm dying soon." That's what I mean by no negotiation.
Van Gogh seemed to not understand his rejection and stood up and nodded: "Okay, please remember to contact me when you are dying from illness."
In response to him, Fan Kaixuan chuckles carelessly and Ding Yu's rage. For the first time, the people around looked at Van Gogh with a glimpse. This young master was also a fierce man. Of course, if Song Rui and Bai Sha were not accompanied by him today, he might have to peel away.
Now that the matter has been completed, Fangallo has no need to stay in this vanity fair. Baek wants to go with him, but because of a few cooperations, he can only say goodbye with a smile. He slowly felt that he and Van Gogh seemed to be people in two worlds.
Song Rui held the young man's slightly thin shoulders, and said in a gentle voice: "Go, I will send you."
"Are you busy with nothing?" Van Gaal glanced at him doubtfully.
"You are here to find Fan Kaixuan, I am here to find you." Song Rui said bluntly.
"Then let's go together." Fangallo backhanded to support Song Rui, but he condensed his face after seeing a middle-aged man.
"What's wrong?" Song Rui looked down his eyes, only to find that it was a middle-aged man with a beautiful young woman and a 15- to 16-year-old boy wandering around the guest room.
They seem to be a family of three, and they behave very intimately, but in Song Rui's eyes, it's not the same thing at all, because the young women's attitude toward middle-aged men and teenagers seems to be gentle and considerate, but in fact their hearts suppress impatientness and disgust. Every cell in her body is conveying such a message-I'm already tired of you! Two pigs!