Lu Fan raised his hand and held the ball in his palm.
Then he spread it out in front of him and said meaningfully: "Honma's Emperor's Dragon is a limited edition signed by Zhang Weilian. There are only thirty sets in the world. It is worth collecting."
As he said that, he threw the ball out again, and the white ball rolled and stopped on the middle-aged man's toes.
The middle-aged man glanced at Lu Fan, smiled and nodded as a greeting.
Yan Qing!
Lu Fan spent an afternoon collecting information about Yan Qing and found out that he is now the leading business tycoon in the entire southern province. The Qingyun Group he founded is involved in real estate, transportation, seafood, investment and other businesses, and has been selected for many years in a row.
As an outstanding entrepreneur in Southern Province.
He does charity. No matter when there are some natural or man-made disasters in the province or in the country, he donates tens of millions and even ranks on the national charity rich list.
Behind his countless bright auras, few people mention his history of starting a gangster family. Perhaps, no one dares to do this. After all, it is still easy to find where a person's home is through the Internet.
of.
Lu Fan also saw a lot of photos of Yan Qing attending various charity activities on the Internet. He was a very elegant man who was polite to everyone and had the demeanor of a successful person. It was difficult for people to follow him.
The Dragon Head Qingye, who is famous in the underground world of the entire southern province, is connected.
If the golf ball hadn't almost smashed one of his eyes just now, Lu Fan would have believed it.
"Mr. Lu, nice to meet you!" Yan Qing reached out her hand enthusiastically, with a friendly smile.
Lu Fuqing put his hands behind his back and said expressionlessly: "There is no need to shake hands. Your hands are used to kill people, and mine are used to save people. We are not the same person."
Yan Qing's eyes flashed, then returned to normal, and said with a smile: "Mr. Lu is really funny."
"It's just a truth, not very funny." Lu Fuqing said seriously.
Yan Qing was still smiling, but his eyes were full of gloom, and he asked: "Why is Mr. Lu visiting me late at night?"
"Seek justice for my grandson." Lu Fuqing pointed at Lu Fan and said.
Yan Qing looked at Lu Fan and asked: "Little brother, I just accidentally hit the ball to you. You don't have to look at me from the door with murderous intent, right?"
It's normal to miss when playing, but Yan Qing doesn't. He can hit a small ball into an inconspicuous hole hidden in the lawn from a few hundred meters away, and he can also smash the opponent's ball with it from such a short distance.
Eye.
He enjoyed the white ball hitting the opponent's eyeballs very much, but he failed to do so tonight.
"You want to kill me, and I want to kill you too. This is normal." Lu Fan said with a smile.