While Wen successfully sat down, Wen Zuoxian and his daughter, two bodyguards and nanny sat on the table very naturally. There were seven people sitting around the Chinese-style round table, which was very lively.

Zhao Fan glanced at Wen Chenggong's face without any trace and found that he was completely used to it, so he couldn't help but look up to him again.

Don't underestimate the power of a meal. With his value, when eating at home, the nanny and bodyguard can sit at the same table with him like family, and he cooks himself. The kind of loyalty he gets can't be bought no matter how much money.

Wen Zuoxian is domineering outside, but he also has a habitual expression about this matter. It seems that their tradition is like this, not the special case that Zhao Fan only made when he came today.

Zhao Fan drove over, and there was something else in the afternoon, so Wen Chenggong didn't force him, and everyone just drank some juice.

People were in good spirits when they were happy. Everyone on this table was sincerely happy because Zhao Fan cured Xu Shuping's illness and kept picking up food for Zhao Fan. In the end, Zhao Fan threatened to run away with a bowl, and everyone stopped laughing.

Just as everyone was halfway through, Wen Chenggong's expression moved outside and quickly put down his bowls and chopsticks to greet him.

Before we reached the door, the visitor had already entered the living room. It was the old man wearing a round, stand-up collar and short-sleeved shirt in a linen.

He lowered his arm and was covered in sweat. Seeing Wen Chenggong coming over, he waved his hand and said nothing. He ran to the water dispenser and poured a cup of warm water and drank it, then took a breath.

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Ming! Have a meal first, and then talk about it after you finish your meal!"

Wen successfully reached out to take the document bag handed over by the old man, put it on the sofa beside him, turned around and said to the old man with a smile.

"Have you cooked myself again?"

The old man, who was called Uncle Ming by Wen Chenggong, laughed and did not refuse, so he naturally went to the table.

After dinner, a group of people consciously cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks together, laughing and laughing, and were full of joy as if they were during the New Year.

Wen successfully took Zhao Fan to the sand and sat down, brewed a cup of tea for him with his own hands. Then he picked up the file bag on the sofa and opened it, took out the files inside and placed them in front of Zhao Fan.

"What does this mean?"

Zhao Fan glanced casually and saw the words "Share Transfer Agreement" written on the document, and asked with a frown.

"We Yongan Automobile Trading Company, I own 58% of the shares. I originally wanted to sell half of them to you."

"But just now, several of our shareholders also held a video conference. Other shareholders were worried that doing so would cause chaos in the company and all disagreed. If they did not sign, the transfer agreement would not take effect. The shares I can transfer to you temporarily are only 20%!"

Speaking of this, he had a little helplessness and apologies on his face, as if a company with a market value of tens of billions of dollars still couldn't afford 20% of its shares.

You should know that a car trading company with such a high market value, 20% of its shares, even if it is dividends for a year, is a money that many people will never make in their lifetime.

"You really have so much money that you have no place to put it in! Just treating the disease, how can you get such a high medical fee? Put it away, I have a bad heart, don't scare me!"

Zhao Fan smiled and shook his head, picked up the documents on the table with one hand, and picked up the file bag with the other hand and prepared to put it in it.

"In your opinion, it is indeed just a treatment, just a person saved. But for me, you saved my entire family and my entire life! When I asked you to help Shuping treat her, I said that even if I give it all, I will do whatever I can! Don't refuse, just accept it!" Wen Chenggong stubbornly held Zhao Fan's hand, picked up the signature pen on the table and stuffed it into his hand.

"I am not a professional doctor, and I don't rely on this to support my family! To put it bluntly, I am not short of money. Money does not mean anything to me. I took action to save people based on my personal preferences. Although I said I would receive a medical fee, I didn't think of you to give me any rewards. So if you really feel that you owe me anything, you have such a good cooking skills. Just call me when making big meals and improving meals!"

Zhao Fan put the pen in his hand on the coffee table, picked up the teacup and took a sip, before saying with a smile.

Wen Chenggong saw that Zhao Fan was holding a teacup in both hands and had no intention of signing at all. He was helpless and picked up the signing pen again, not knowing how to persuade him to sign and accept these shares.

"Doctor Zhao, he is sincere in his success, so you can accept it!"

"Yes, we know him best. If you don't accept it, he will never be at ease in his life!"

After cleaning up, everyone noticed the movement here. Seeing Zhao Fan rejecting Wen's successful transfer of shares, they became more respectful to Zhao Fan. At this time, everyone surrounded him, and Xu Shuping and Uncle Ming also spoke to persuade Zhao Fan.

"The medical fee can be collected, but I won't ask for the shares. Let's do this. I treated a patient the day before yesterday and he gave me a medical fee of 10 million. This can be considered as setting a price for me. If you insist on giving it, just give it according to this number!"

The first time Zhao Fan saw him so anxiously stuffing money, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and told his bottom line.

"How can this work? If it weren't for you, although Sun Qingsong was not a thing, I could really find a way to transfer the shares in my hand to him in order to gamble! You only need 10 million now, how can I feel happy about it?"

Wen Chenggong was the first to jump up and object. He kept waving his hands, his face flushed red, and he looked very excited.

"You don't listen to me, right? If you do this, I will leave!"

Zhao Fan slapped the table and said in a deep voice as if he was angry.

Seeing that he was angry, Wen Chenggong couldn't hold on any longer, so he could only let out a long sigh and nodded.

"Isn't that good? I've never seen you crying and shouting to give money to others!"

When Zhao Fan saw Wen Chenggong's depressed look, he shook his head with some amusement.

Wen Chenggong did not delay at all, and immediately asked Uncle Ming to take a laptop to help Zhao Fan transfer money, for fear that it would delay any further, so Zhao Fan didn't even want the money.

Seeing Zhao Fan still leaving after repeated attempts, almost everyone in the Wen family villa was sent out.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Fang's car? Did he give this car to you?"

Wen Chenggong is engaged in automobile trade. Out of professional habits, he took a look at the Cayenne that Zhao Fan drove. Then he noticed the license plate number. After being slightly stunned, he couldn't help but ask.

"I drove a friend's car to the provincial capital to do something, but it was scratched. When Mr. Fang found out, he lent me the car!"

Zhao Fan smiled and said with a smile while opening the car door and sitting in the car.

"I should have thought of it long ago. You just returned to Xiling and must have not had time to buy a car. What kind of car do you like? I'll arrange one for you right away!"

Wen Chenggong saw that he had the opportunity to give Zhao Fan something, so he stopped Zhao Fan happily, as if he would not let him go without saying anything.

Zhao Fan was completely defeated by him. After thinking about it, he should have to stay in Xiling City for a while, and having a car would be much more convenient. He smiled and said, "I don't have high requirements for this thing, just run fast enough!"

"Okay, I'll cover it with me. I'll call you when I've arranged it."

Wen Chenggong then let go of his hand and patted his chest to ensure that.

Zhao Fan drove to the entrance of the community and could still see Wen Chenggong and his family standing in the scorching sun watching him leave. This person is indeed very affectionate and worthy of his fellow travel.

When he came out of the community, Zhao Fan subconsciously looked at Villa No. 1.

Thinking of meeting the woman named Mu Qingya again on the weekend, thinking of the woman's extremely arrogant look, I couldn't help but curl my lips, stepped on the accelerator, and speeded up the train to leave here.

After leaving the first-class Jiangshan, Shuanglong Mountain, the car was driving on the wide riverside highway, and Zhao Fan suddenly didn't know where to go.

He originally wanted to do ideological work for his parents as soon as possible and let them move to their newly bought house. But now it is working hours. With Zhao Aiguo and his wife's dedicated attitude, they have absolutely no time to discuss this with him.

Thinking of this, he simply leaned on the side of the road, took out his cell phone and called the sales office, and went to see the situation of the house first. He could see what he needed to buy, so he could make preparations in advance.

When he opened the address book on his mobile phone, he remembered that he had no other person's number at all. After a glance, he saw a name on the first page of the address book on his mobile phone.

"I actually forgot!"

Zhao Fan's expression moved, then raised his hand and patted the back of his head twice.

Sancha River is an ordinary village more than 40 kilometers north of Xiling City. Chen Pengfei's home is in this place.

Zhao Fan and Chen Pengfei met more than a year ago.

At that time, in order to collect experience points, Zhao Fan fought a battle with the mercenary force where this person was. The final result was that Zhao Fan and his side naturally won.

When you leave the village and meet someone in the same village, you are a fellow villager. When you go abroad, you have to ask more questions when you see Confucius from the east when you go abroad.

After meeting Chen Pengfei, the two talked, but the closer they talked, and finally found that they were both from Xiling City.

At that time, Zhao Fan just wanted to collect experience values ​​and caused trouble everywhere to cause hatred. He had no real deep hatred with the forces where Chen Pengfei was located. Since he was a fellow villager, there was no reason to continue to fight.

The small mercenary group, which was already small, was even more silly after seeing the strength of Zhao Fan and others, and finally the mercenary group was inexplicably joined together.

Chen Pengfei died. At the beginning, Zhao Fan only felt that this person valued money very much, and he took on the task completely as if he was desperate. It was not until he died that he knew that he had already been married and his wife stayed in China.

He became a mercenary to earn medical expenses for seriously ill children.

Zhao Fan didn't know how much money Chen Pengfei earned after being a mercenary for two years. It was estimated that the child's medical expenses should be enough. But since he was dead, Zhao Fan returned to Xiling City and should always go and see his family.

The distance is not far, it took more than half an hour to arrive for more than 40 kilometers.

After Zhao Fan arrived in the village, he found that the people here looked a little strange when they heard the name Chen Pengfei.

When they followed the path they pointed to the empty and dilapidated bungalow, Zhao Fan, who was a little stunned, realized why the villagers had such an expression.

The house was covered with weeds, and after fading, many glasses were broken on the somewhat black wooden windows. You can see through the window that the dark and damp house was full of cobwebs and dust, and the tables, chairs and benches in the house were also messy. It was obvious that no one had lived in it for a long time.
Chapter completed!