Hearing the sound, Xue Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Mr. Jiang!? You...you are okay!"

Everyone turned around and saw the old man in white coat slowly getting up. Although his face was still a little pale, he was no longer seriously injured.

Jiang Yue glared at Xue Zheng angrily, "You bastard! Why don't you apologize to my little brother!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Xue Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and forced a smile to Ning Xiaofan, "Little brother, it was my fault just now, I apologize to you, please don't take it to heart."

"Haha, if I took it to heart, you would have died a long time ago." Ning Xiaofan said with disdain.

Xue Zheng's face froze. He was the master of Lieyan Hall and had a distinguished status. Even some group bosses in Qingjiang City had to show courtesy when they met him. This kid dared to talk back to him.

However, he saved Mr. Jiang after all, so Xue Zheng could only bite the bullet and let his men take the safe.

"Little brother, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness! This 400,000 yuan is just a little bit of my gratitude."

Xue Zheng smiled and handed over the money.

"hiss!"

"Four hundred thousand!"

"It's so easy to make money."

Everyone around them gasped, looking at the layers of pink banknotes, some people's eyes turned red.

Ding Zhongyuan was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

But Ning Xiaofan just snorted coldly, "I don't want money, I just want you to fulfill your promise."

"you!"

Xue Zheng's face turned completely dark.

He is also a well-respected figure on the road. How could he kneel down and apologize to others in public? If word of this spreads, how will he be able to get around in the future?

"Ahem!"

Jiang Yue coughed lightly, showed an apologetic smile, and said:

"Little brother, this adopted son of mine has always been reckless in doing things, and I just couldn't help but feel sorry for him... But look at this matter, can we resolve it privately?"

"Okay."

Ning Xiaofan sat down on his seat, crossed his legs, and popped out two fingers, "But four hundred thousand is not enough, I want double that, eight hundred thousand."

"What!"

Xue Zheng was taken aback and said with a dark face: "Boy, don't push yourself too far..."

"Excessive?" Ning Xiaofan grinned, "Hey, what do you mean, your adoptive father's life is not worth a mere 800,000 yuan?"

"This is not the same thing at all!" Xue Zhengfei was almost furious.

"Damn you bastard, you are young, but you have a big appetite!" Ding Zhongyuan also gritted his teeth and jumped out, yelling:

"Mr. Jiang, Hall Master Xue, in my opinion, it's better to let your subordinates teach this kid a lesson so that he won't dare to speak like a lion again."

"Well, that's a good idea, let's do it." Ning Xiaofan nodded.

"Just follow what my little brother wants."

Jiang Yue smiled and waved his hand.

"What?" Before Ding Zhongyuan could react, two thugs came forward, grabbed his arms one on the left and one on the right, and dragged him to the car behind him.

"Mr. Jiang...Mr. Jiang, please spare my life! Ah...ouch! It hurts...stop fighting..."

A shrill scream echoed in the carriage.

"Little brother, look."

Following Jiang Yue's voice, he looked around and saw another safe placed in front of Ning Xiaofan. The inside was all pink.

The two boxes added up to eight hundred thousand, and a fiery look came from the side.

Ning Xiaofan glanced at it and nodded with satisfaction.

"That's pretty much it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the train arrived at Lin'an Station. Ning Xiaofan picked up two boxes and was about to get off. Before getting off, Mr. Jiang asked for his mobile phone number.

"Mr. Jiang, why do you care so much about a little brat? Is there anything special about him?" Xue Zheng looked at Ning Xiaofan walking away outside the window and was absolutely furious.

Just insert two needles and take away 800,000 yuan from him. This money is so easy to earn!

Jiang Yue narrowed his eyes, his gaze a bit unfathomable.

"My illness could not be cured even if Lao An and Lao Wei worked together, but this guy cured it in just a few strokes. Could it be that his medical skills are superior to those of Lao An and Lao Wei?"

"How can this be!"

Xue Zheng sneered, "Mr. An and Mr. Wei are among the five great doctors in China and are famous all over the world. How can these guys compare to each other? I guess it was just a mistake..."

Jiang Yue frowned, "No matter what, we'd better not make bad friends with such capable people."

"Come on, what can a little kid with no hair grow do?" Xue Zheng was still disdainful.

…

After taking a long-distance bus ride in Lin'an City, at five or six o'clock in the evening, Ning Xiaofan arrived at the foot of Baiman Mountain.

"Mom, Dad, Ergou, Qingwan, I'm back."

Ning Xiaofan looked at the blue mountains shrouded in clouds and mist in the distance, his nose felt sore.

He has not been doing well in these years and his academic performance is poor. He has not come back for most of the year because he feels that he is too shameless to see his parents...

Returning like an arrow!

Ning Xiaofan no longer hesitated, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and jumped off the winding mountain road!

Originally, to enter Baiman Mountain, one had to walk more than 20 miles of rugged mountain roads, but with Ning Xiaofan's almost demonic physical fitness, he could completely ignore these obstacles and climb directly through the vast forest and cliffs.

Whoosh!

Under the giant tree that blocked the sky and the sun, a black lightning flashed quickly, causing fallen leaves to fly.

This is an inaccessible virgin forest, densely covered with snakes and scorpions, and the mountain roads are so rugged that even China's most elite special forces dare not go deep into it.

Ning Xiaofan fully unleashed his strength and was as fast as a giant dragon. He roughly estimated that the speed at which he was running at full speed could almost catch up with a Ferrari sports car.

In just ten minutes, he came to a village filled with smoke.

Qingniu Village is a small village with a population of only more than 40 households. The folk customs are simple and simple. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

"Are you... Xiaofan?"

In the vegetable field at the village head, a middle-aged woman who was digging the ground with a hoe pointed at him and said in shock.

"Aunt Li, it's me." Ning Xiaofan smiled slightly.

"Fan'er, you haven't been back for almost a year, right?" Aunt Li exclaimed, "Oh, your mother misses you so much."

"Xiaofan?"

"Xiaofan is back!"

When he walked into the village, villagers kept greeting him, and Ning Xiaofan responded with a smile.

"Uncle Wang, the cucumber harvest is good this year."

"Aunt Xiang is getting more and more beautiful."

"Ajie, you've grown so big."

"Xiaofan! Xiaofan, where is my son?"

Suddenly, a trembling figure rushed out of a thatched house.

"mom!"

When Ning Xiaofan saw the woman, his nose felt sore and tears came to his eyes.

Suddenly, the mother and son hugged each other tightly and burst into tears.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I haven't come back to see you and dad..."

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."

Joy and tears intertwined in Yu Shufang's eyes. She kept caressing her son, "Let mom see if he has gained weight or lost weight."

Ning Xiaofan's heart was as sharp as a knife when he heard his mother's choking voice.

Mother Yu Shufang is an ordinary villager who has stayed in Qingniu Village all her life. She has no knowledge or knowledge, but she regards Ning Xiaofan as her spiritual sustenance.

For hundreds of days and nights, she missed her son.

As for his father, Ning Dashan, he is considered a relatively knowledgeable person in Qingniu Village. In his early years, he went to work in Yanjing, the capital of China, to make money. When he finally came back, he broke a leg. When others asked him what happened, he just kept silent.

Later, when he had a son, Ning Dashan insisted on sending Ning Xiaofan to study. He said that if he didn't study, he would have no future! He didn't want his son to squat in the mountains all his life.
To be continued...