"Uncle, how come you know so many rich people? I think those two cars are not cheap. They should be more expensive than our horse."
Hearing Zhang Can's murmur, Jin Mei lowered her voice and said.
"Mom, Yang Chen is also a celebrity in our county now. Maybe he came here because of his fame."
Li Xiaoran said.
"Yes, how could I have forgotten this incident? My uncle is now a social celebrity in Ning County."
Jin Mei suddenly came back to her senses, with a happy smile on her face.
"Xiao Ran, let's go home and see if we can make some extra money today."
When Li Xiaoran and his daughter were talking, Yang Chen had roughly guessed a few of them.
The three of them quickly left the chicken farm and headed home.
As soon as he arrived at the door of his house, Li Xiaoran looked up at the two black cars at the door and said, "This car... seems to be a Volkswagen. I have seen it on TV before. It should not be as expensive as ours."
"It's actually more expensive than ours..."
Yang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the car in front of him, especially when he saw the letters on the butt of Volkswagen, he grinned: "Have you ever heard of a saying, I am not afraid of Mercedes-Benz and Land Rover, I am afraid of Volkswagen with letters. This car is a Volkswagen Phaeton.
A million-dollar luxury car.”
"What? This car costs more than one million? Then the person who comes this time is not a rich boss? The bell bit someone's arm. Can we afford to pay for it?"
When Jin Mei heard that the Volkswagen Phaeton was asking for millions, her expression suddenly changed with fright, and she secretly exclaimed.
And her voice happened to attract the attention of several people at the door.
Especially surrounded by several men in black suits, an old man with silver hair in a white suit slowly turned around with a cane in both hands. His Chinese-character face looked very serious, but his eyes were much softer, and he seemed to be very restrained.
"Um?"
Yang Chen's eyes met with the old man's, and he actually felt something unusual about him: "This old man is quite interesting, he seems to be a martial artist, and he is much better than the trash from the gate martial arts gym.
I don’t know what state it is.”
"Hello Mr. Yang."
At this moment, the old man, surrounded by four men in black, slowly came forward, stood in front of Yang Chen, and nodded slightly.
"I heard that our dog bit one of your people? How much is the compensation? Can I get a rabies vaccine for five hundred? After all, we in rural areas don't have much money. Besides, the big boss who comes to visit us with a Phaeton probably won't blackmail people."
Yang Chen looked at the young man covering his wrist behind the old man, raised his hand and smiled.
"Mr. Yang is joking. It's because the people below don't understand the rules. We can just go back and solve it ourselves."
The old man remained calm, nodded, and immediately stretched out his hand: "Mr. Yang, please introduce yourself. Xie Zhankui, the old man, is currently the housekeeper of the Ningxian flagship store of Maplewood Hotel. He usually helps Mr. Lin handle trivial matters."
"Master Lin? Is he the one who came last time?"
Hearing this, Li Xiaoran lowered his voice and pulled Yang Chen's sleeves with concern: "What is he looking for you for?"
"You're either going to hit me or beg me. But looking at Mr. Xie's attitude, he probably didn't come to hit me, right? Otherwise... our bell would probably have been beaten to death by you by now."
Yang Chen held Xie Zhankui's hand, feeling the majestic power in his body, his eyes brightened slightly, and he was secretly surprised: "It has been almost five months since I came down the mountain, and this is the first time I have met a true martial arts master.
This Xie Zhankui's realm is almost at the early stage of acquired life, and he is already a very powerful figure in the secular world, just a little worse than the world boxing champion."
"Mr. Yang is really good at joking. As a man with half of his bones already buried in the ground, I am very satisfied to be able to run errands for Master Lin. If it comes to fighting... I'm afraid I can't even beat a three-year-old child."
Xie Zhankui's face was filled with a faint smile, and his voice was soothing, deep, and powerful.
"Xiao Ran, you and mom go in first, Mr. Xie and I will have a cigarette and talk here."
Yang Chen turned his head and smiled.
"You...be careful!"
Li Xiaoran hesitated for a moment, his big beautiful eyes flashed with worry, and he ordered.
"Mrs. Yang, don't worry. This old man is here to ask for Mr. Yang, and he will definitely ensure Mr. Yang's safety. After all, with Mr. Yang's skills, these useless things I brought will basically only be beaten.
share."
Xie Zhankui hugged Li Xiaoran and nodded lightly.
"Uncle, if you need something, call us."
When Jin Mei heard that they were not here to fight, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and pushed Li Xiaoran into the yard.
When the two of them entered the side room, Yang Chen took out the shriveled cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it, leaning his butt on the hood of the Phaeton: "Mr. Xie, you came to Qingshan with such great force today.
The village is looking for me just to chat. If Lin Yichen wants to ask me anything, just ask him directly. I will go to the chicken farm to feed the chickens later."
"Mr. Yang, to be honest, I took the trouble to come to Qingshan Village today because of our Young Master Lin. I know that you and Young Master Lin had some disagreements before, but as the saying goes, you can't get to know each other without fighting."
"With Mr. Yang's broad-mindedness, I don't think he will be as knowledgeable as our young master. But our young master has recently suffered from a hidden disease, and he has sought medical treatment many times, but to no avail."
"So Mr. Lin thought of Mr. Yang and hoped that Mr. Yang could go to Shuanglin Hotel with me to help our young master diagnose him. The young master said that perhaps only you can treat his disease."
Xie Zhankui was full of sincerity and said with his fists in hand.
"Master Lin really thinks highly of me. With the strength of your Shuanglin Group in Donghai City, it would be no problem to ask Chang Qingshan or the chairman of Cihang Pharmaceutical to treat Lin Yichen. How could you think of coming to Qingshan Village to treat Lin Yichen?"
I am a country doctor."
"If it's a disease that neither Chang Lao nor Cihang Pharmaceutical can treat, then I basically have nothing to do. Mr. Xie might as well hire someone else."
"For those who live in rural areas, I won't let you eat."
After Yang Chen finished speaking, he blew out a breath of smoke, put his hands in his pockets, and pushed open the courtyard door to go in.
"Mr. Yang, wait a moment!"
Seeing Yang Chen turn around and leave, Xie Zhankui's eyes flashed with coldness. He stepped forward and stood in front of him. He quickly took out a check from his pocket: "Mr. Yang, this is the sincerity of our Shuanglin Group.
It’s also Mr. Lin’s sincerity. This matter is related to Mr. Lin’s dignity and the future of the Lin family. Please ask Dr. Yang for his wonderful hands!”
Yang Chen took a closer look, took a slight breath, took the five hundred thousand check from Xie Zhankui's hand and put it into his shirt pocket: "Seeing how troublesome this is, I didn't tell you earlier, in case it delayed Young Master Lin's condition.