Chapter 301: Dilemma

John looked at Zhen Fan expectantly, and patiently persuaded him, because in his opinion, wasting his talent is completely unforgivable, and it is irresponsible to all mankind who want to enjoy the visual feast.
"I know you are a doctor, and a doctor may be a good job, but... I can make you more money, know? You can realize your own value, millions of dollars? No, no, no, ten million dollars Not to mention, if you work hard, hundreds of millions of dollars is not impossible."
What John said may be the truth, because he himself is a master of TV capital operations. The trick of turning his hands over the clouds and raining his hands is the basic element of their survival. As long as they meet the right people and the right things, they will You can squeeze capital to your heart's content and make a fortune.
"No, no, no, John!" Zhen Fan hurriedly waved his hand, "I recently took a deal. Do you know how much money I can get in the end? A predictable number." Zhen Fan said and moved his finger away. , Both hands were used, and then shook at John and Christine.
"Ninety thousand?" John snorted and blinked as he watched Christine. But seeing Zhen Fan's disapproval look, I felt a little shaken, and then tentatively said, "Nine hundred thousand?"
Zhen Fan smiled, then looked at Kristen, turned his head and said to him: "Why don't you say the number in your heart boldly? No, it's not 900,000, you still have another chance!"
"God, it's impossible!" John shook his head and turned to look at Christine. "Do you know what he said? It's crazy. No one wants to spend so much money to treat himself. Yes, this is totally impossible...No, Zhen, are you testing me?"
"Well, let me tell you this number-nine million dollars!" Zhen Fan smiled, and then turned to Christine. "Do you believe this is true?"
Christine nodded blankly. Her salary was about 34 million U.S. dollars last year, which is the highest salary income among Hollywood actresses. Now Zhen Fan told her that his income from curing a patient was 9 million U.S. dollars, which made her a little bit unbelievable. But she still chose to stand with Zhen Fan.
"Wow--" John exclaimed, then looked at Zhen Fan. "Actually I don't know who will be willing to pay for this..."
"Of course, what about those talented athletes?" Zhen Fan did not say Pete. Howard's name, "For example, those superstars in the NBA or those top athletes worth hundreds of millions of dollars? They need to be healthy, and I have the medical technology they need to stay healthy, so we have a good room for cooperation!"
"That's true too!" John whispered, shrugging his shoulders.
"Actually. This is just the beginning!" Zhen Fan nodded and smiled, "So... for me, magic can only be a fun thing. I don't need to rely on it to make money, even if it can make me earn. To get more money, but... it made me lose my freedom. I know what it's like to be famous. Just look at Christine."
"You are right. Zhen, I support you!" Kristen smiled, hugging Zhen Fan's arms with both hands, resting her head on Zhen Fan's shoulder, feeling very warm.
"What does more money mean to me?" Zhen Fan opened his hands to John.
"You are right!" John was silent for a while, and finally nodded, "Well, I see your ability. I also know that you can protect Christine, so... do what you want! "
"Thank you, Dad!" Christine said, letting go of Zhen Fan's arm, walked towards John, hugged him gently, and held his face with both hands. He kissed his forehead, "This is the best decision you have ever made!"
John also laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "Yes, recently I made a series of bad decisions, including the marriage with your mother. Sorry, dear, I didn't mean to break your heart."
"It's all over, Dad!"
"Okay, okay, I should say goodbye, you two stay here, you need to get together!" John smiled, looked at Zhen Fan and Christine, turned around, and left. When he got to the hanger, he took off his coat.
"Goodbye, Zhen."
John opened his arms and gave Zhen Fan a hug, and said to Zhen Fan seriously.
"I warn you, you must be nice to Kristen, or I won't let you go."
"Goodbye, John!" Zhen Fan patted John on the back, "I promise, I will be good to Christine, she is very important in my life."
John nodded, laughed, and opened his arms to hug Christine.
"Good boy, I'm leaving. I know that you have grown up. You have grown up to be such a beautiful girl. Finally I can let you go by yourself. Goodbye...Kistine!"
"Goodbye, Dad!" Kristen listened to John's words, and suddenly the corners of her eyes were a little wet. She let go of her hands and wiped the corners of her eyes. "Are you going to let us all cry and watch you leave? This is not life and death, don't forget Take medicine!"
"I won't forget it!" John smiled, then nodded at the two, turned and left.
By this time it was getting late, and Christine had no servants and bodyguards, so he could only drive by himself, and it was drizzling a little bit. John opened the car door and was about to get in.
"John--" Zhen Fan called out from behind.
"What?" John sat down, stretched out his head, looked at Zhen Fan coming from behind, and said, "Is there anything? Zhen, or do you want to have a drink with me?"
Zhen Fan smiled and looked at John and said, "If you believe me, then... First, take a hot bath and go to bed after going home. Don’t take medicine. Second, don’t drink, your body It's not very good. Third, come to my clinic some time, I will talk to you, just your body!"
"Is this a warning?" John looked at Zhen Fan with a smile.
"Dad, you better listen to other people's opinions." Christine also walked over from the stairs.
John nodded and said: "Well, I will, I will listen to you, take a bath, then go to sleep, no longer think about other things, not even take medicine, it is great!" I started the car and stopped saying goodbye to Zhen Fan and Christine, and drove away.
"Am I annoying him?" When Zhen Fan saw John go, his emotions were a little wrong, and he looked at Christine helplessly. "Perhaps I shouldn't have said that!"
"What he dislikes the most is that others say things like one, two or three in front of him. These are only what he said to other people when he was on TV." Kristen laughed, "Don't mind, he's just a child, for a while. Just fine!"
"Let's go in!"
Zhen Fan embraced Christine and walked into the living room. Today the two of them can get along well, and now there are only two of them left here.
"My dear, let's go to the room!" As soon as the two people entered the room, Kristen couldn't wait to hold Zhen Fan's face, and put his legs around Zhen Fan's waist, breathing heat in his mouth, "We can do well. Take one night, you know how much I miss you these days? Damn, take me up!"
"Of course!" Zhen Fan kissed her, then lifted her hips and walked upstairs.
John drove away from Christine's villa quickly. He was going to mess with Christine and Zhen Fan. But after getting along this time, he found that he could do nothing about these two people, and... he always felt that the Chinese man was an extraordinary person.
"What a failure!" He drove the car and kept talking about himself. Obviously, he was not satisfied with his performance in front of the two children, but Zhen Fan also had more ideas. It's just... these ideas are blocked now.
The car went directly to Los Angeles, and he had his own villa in Shaosha.
Entering the house, an assistant took the car key from his hand and went out to park the car. Another assistant came over, poured him a glass of wine, and handed it to John who was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.
John raised his hand and waved his hand gently, the assistant quietly retreated, leaving only John in the entire living room. Stewart is alone. He took a sip of wine, then took a deep breath, took out a folded white paper from his pocket, and then gently unfolded the paper, as if showing an artwork.
"Mr. Stewart, Mr. Kevin. Caviezel is here!" An assistant walked in lightly, bent down and said in John's ear.
"Let him in!" John nodded.
After a while, I heard someone talking loudly~EbookFREE.me~ and then there were rapid footsteps. A tall and thin man in his fifties walked in and said loudly to John: " John, knowing why I came this time, our show was taken down by Hansen's pig."
John did not respond, nor turned his head, but quietly looked at a blank sheet of paper in his hand. The brow frowned, as if thinking about something.
"John, are you listening to me?" Mr. Caviezel sat down and was just across from John. He reminded John with some dissatisfaction that he is a funder and recently did a variety show with John, but But the effect is not good, and now I am facing the danger of being taken down by the supervisor of the TV station.
"Yes, I'm listening!" John still stared at the blank paper.
"What's this TMD? Isn't it just a piece of white paper?" Caviezel leaned back and saw the piece of white paper. There was a stain on the piece of white paper, which looked like a steak.
"Steak? Are you still a picture?"
"No, I fell on it, flew out of my plate, and then fell into it!" John looked up at this moment and looked at Caviezel. "If I say this, you will believe ?"