Fang Yuanse walked calmly in the hospital corridor. When passing by some wards, he often heard the crying, screaming, and vomiting of patients from inside.

These sounds, full of pain and despair, are even more heartbreaking than the ICU ward.

Occasionally, a few nurses passed by. Fang Yuan looked at them, and they all looked expressionless, as if they were passing by the air in their eyes.

After walking out of the hospital, Fang Yuan lit a cigarette and answered Jiang Zhihe's phone number.

"Have you found the information I asked for before?" Fang Yuan leaned against the car door and said with some comfort.

"Well, I found it. I'll send it to you now." Jiang Zhihe said.

Fang Yuan climbed into the car, fixed his phone to the vent, and said, "Don't send it to me. You can read it out and listen to me. I'm a little tired."

Instead of starting the car immediately, he closed his eyes and leaned on the seat, enjoying the tranquility for the moment.

"Tang Qing, from Dajing City, graduated from Dajing University, is 24 years old this year. He is the boss of a multinational company. He usually loves opera and bought a first-class theater in Dashui City. Juyalou is his property. He came to the headquarters not long ago to report, but he did not join the headquarters. The code name is ghost accent! His abilities are unknown, and people who have seen his abilities are basically dead." Jiang Zhihe said.

Codename ghost?

Unknown ability? Something interesting.

However, when Fang Yuan heard the words of multinational companies, his expression moved slightly. Who doesn’t want to become famous for young people? Who doesn’t want to be a household name?

He suddenly had an idea to open a company!

"Ahem, Fang Yuan, I'm Zhao Jianguo." A middle-aged man's voice came from the satellite phone.

"I heard you caught a ghost? Is it true?" Zhao Jianguo asked.

Fang Yuan raised the corner of his mouth and said, "What? You don't trust me and you still handed over this task to me? Did the person at your headquarters get kicked in the brain by a donkey? Also, if you don't teach Zhao Kaiming, sooner or later I will kill Dajing City and take off his head in person!"

It would be fine if Zhao Jianguo didn't ask, but when he asked, there was a fire in his heart that was about to burst out.

"It's my problem. Zhao Kaiming has been sent to other places recently, so it's probably a lot of danger. Let's talk about the ghost in your hand first, how about it?" Zhao Jianguo's face was a little bitter, and it was okay to talk with Yang Jian, although it was not approachable and it was quite normal.

However, this Fang Yuan is sarcastic whenever he pairs up, which makes people feel uncomfortable, which makes him extremely cautious when contacting him.

"Okay! Then let's talk about the price of this ghost."

When Fang Yuan heard this, he smiled.

"Have you caught a swelling ghost at your headquarters before?"

"How do you know?" Zhao Jianguo was a little surprised, his tone raised a little.

"I asked Jiang Zhihe, she found it, don't blame her. You don't want to blame her. You don't provide any information at all at your headquarters. For the first entry task, you can give fake information, but this time it's still like this? Do you really think of the lives of us ghost drivers? I finally know that many ghost drivers are unwilling to join your Interpol Department. To be honest, if it weren't for Wang Xiaoming's invention, I wouldn't be too lazy to look at your bullshit headquarters." Fang Yuan showed sarcastic expression and mocked without mercy.

Zhao Jianguo, who was next to the phone, looked a little embarrassed, but he couldn't refute it. After all, Fang Yuan was telling the truth. Basically, all ghost drivers only received notifications but did not receive specific documents when solving the ghost incident. This is also one of the main reasons why there are few ghost drivers at the headquarters. Fortunately, no one heard it at this time, otherwise his face would be lost.

He had expected that the call with Fang Yuan would not be very pleasant, so he sent Jiang Zhihe away in advance.

"This evil ghost is one and which swelling ghost is one, and it costs 500 million yuan at a time. I think Wang Xiaoming will be very interested in it!" Fang Yuan's anger seemed to be relieved after scolding him, and he told him his psychological price.

He had learned about the price of buying ghosts on the website before, and after comparing, he also estimated the value of this ghost head.

If there is only one ghost head, it is far from worth the price. However, there are still ghosts at the headquarters, so the value will be greatly improved.

Although he didn't know if there was a way to put them together, he thought it would be better than the original price.

"This...I'll think about it."

"Okay, you think about it first. I'll hang it on the website. After thinking about it, you can just take it yourself."

After saying that, Fang Yuan was about to mute the satellite phone.

"Wait...wait a minute... OK! 500 million is only 500 million." Zhao Jianguo hurriedly said when he heard Fang Yuan's voice.

He knew about the swelling ghost. Professor Wang Xiaoming has been studying this swelling ghost. If he knew that something that was one of the swelling ghosts was let go, he would probably be killed.

After all, Professor Wang Xiaoming has become obsessed with the research of ghosts and is approaching madness.

"Okay, by the way, your headquarters should have no problem with starting a company." Fang Yuan started the car and asked.

"This...no problem, why, do you have this idea?" Zhao Jianguodao.

"I have this idea, let's do it. From this incident, you can get me 200 million and start a group." Fang Yuan suddenly paused, as if thinking about what company is better to start. Suddenly, he thought of a name in his mind and immediately said, "Jushu Group! You can do the rest, this is my first time."

"Okay, but what type of company you are going to start?"

"Type? What type?" Fang Yuan was stunned and said in confusion.

Zhao Jianguo, on the other end of the phone, was worried and had no idea what to do. Isn’t it embarrassing to start a group here? But you can’t do anything about other people’s money.

"It's your direction and your profession." He said patiently.

"Just like clothing." After thinking about it, Fang Yuan could only think of a few, and in the end he chose one that sounded more elegant.

After all, elegance is never out of time.

"Okay... I'll send someone to pick up the ghost in your hands tomorrow morning."

Then a blind voice came from the satellite phone.

"Ginger Paper Crane."

Fang Yuan drove the car and passed a traffic light and shouted.

"I'm here." Jiang Zhihe's voice came from the phone.

"It's really on call. By the way, have you ever been to college?" Fang Yuan said with a chuckling.

“Have been.”

“What professional.”

"Accounting."

"Accountant?" Fang Yuan murmured, as if he was missing a management account: "Are you interested in changing jobs?"

"Ah? Job change?"

Jiang Zhihe didn't seem to react and shouted in confusion.

"I started a company and I'm short of staff now. Do you understand now?"

"I understand... I understand! But I signed a lifelong agreement with the headquarters. If I violate the treaty, I would wear a silver bracelet."

“…”

...

Master Fang, who had been busy all morning, was also a little hungry and was about to go to eat one of his favorite streets in the bar, which was located in Zhongshan Food Street, about forty minutes away from him.

The car was driving slowly, and he looked out the window from time to time. There were no pedestrians on the road. It seemed that the shadows before were still shrouded in people's hearts, and most of them were unwilling to go out.

When the car arrived at the east gate of Zhongshan, Fang Yuan saw that there seemed to be a restaurant in a narrow alley that was still open.

Fang Yuan got out of the car, walked back fifty meters, and then arrived at the alley of the restaurant.

This alley is sandwiched between two communities, and the shops on both sides are pulling iron gates.

Only a restaurant is driving deep in the alley, with a few big words engraved on the plaque: Fangzhengfang Pavilion.

The restaurant has a small storefront and its walls are very old. It should be specially opened for business in nearby communities.

Fang Yuan pushed the door and entered the room, which really made him lit up. The decoration style here was very retro. There was a big fan hanging on the ceiling and some old things were placed around him. It was very familiar and a bit unfamiliar.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a middle-aged man sitting on the dining table, looking at the newspaper in his hand.

The middle-aged man saw Fang Yuan enter, smiled at him and walked over with the menu.

"Uncle, is your restaurant with a retro theme? It seems that it wasn't like this when I came before, but it seems like this. I didn't pay much attention at the beginning. I haven't come for too long and forgot!" Fang Yuan smiled and took the menu.

The uncle didn't say anything when he heard this, just looked at him and smiled.

"It's true that the decoration is really realistic, like the style of my childhood. It's really useless to have such a small store."

"Yeah, your menu printing effect is in the style of 8 years, and this kind of paper is rare now."

The middle-aged uncle seemed patient and nodded.

Fang Yuan took a look at the menu content and ordered a large bowl of wide noodles.

Although it was just a bowl of noodles, the uncle still took the pencil and wrote it carefully on the paper, then turned around and went into the kitchen.

The room is not big, only six small tables are placed, each with a thermos and a large teapot.

The outside of the thermos is an old-fashioned thermos with metal foreskin, and the style and quality are similar to those I used at home when I was a child.

The big teapot is a wide-mouthed iron jar with a layer of yellow paint on the outside. I remember that when I was a child, the old dean of my family used this to drink tea and water.

Seeing everything here, I couldn't help but feel very happy. I didn't expect that such an inconspicuous little corner could have such a themed restaurant with a style of more than 8 years.

Fang Yuan poured water into the teapot, drinking water while waiting for the noodles.

Within a few minutes, the uncle came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles.

He was so hungry that he quickly started eating the noodles when he saw that the noodles were served.

I really didn't expect that such an inconspicuous bowl of noodles was salty and delicious, and it was slippery. Fang Yuan gave a thumbs up and said:

"Well, uncle, your skills are not bad."
Chapter completed!