Chapter four hundred and eighty seventh train stopped
At this time, Lu Fan opened his eyes, and the murderous intent and teasing in his eyes disappeared in a flash.
"Bang."
The train suddenly slowed down and gradually stopped.
Lu Fan raised his head, and there was no arrival reminder on the TV screen above him.
"Dong——"
The electric doors of business class open automatically.
Several figures filed in, blocking the electric door from closing.
"get out!"
A sharp shout came.
Lu Fan was stunned when he saw a short-haired girl in front of him, with a pretty face and an arrogant expression.
Lu Fan frowned: "What's wrong?"
"This place needs to be cleared now, please get out immediately."
The girl with short hair looked very impatient: "Someone will replenish the fare for you, please get off the bus immediately!"
Lu Fan suddenly realized that the train stopped not because it had arrived at the station, but because some important person wanted to get on the train.
"I bought a ticket and got on the bus, why did you kick me off like that?" Lu Fan said calmly.
"Go away if I tell you to. Now you can still sit here and talk to me. Don't force me to do anything!"
The short-haired girl looked very disdainful and stretched out her hand to pull Lu Fan's neck.
Seeing that the other party was so arrogant and unreasonable, Lu Fan became cold and wanted to throw her out.
"Wan'er, don't be presumptuous!"
At this moment, a majestic voice came from behind the automatic door.
"Forcing the train to stop and delaying the arrival of passengers at the station is our fault. Hitting people again is going too far."
When Wan'er heard this, the arrogance on her face instantly subsided, she turned around and said respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Zhong."
Wan'er turned around and walked over reluctantly.
Lu Fan retracted his hand and leaned on the seat again.
He found that the people who blocked the car all had extraordinary bearings and luxurious clothes. They looked like they were either rich or noble.
However, they all stood on both sides of the automatic door, looking like servants.
Only a middle-aged man walked in calmly, wearing a black Tang suit and holding a silver crutch in his hand.
Lu Fan's eyes jumped over the crowd and landed on this middle-aged man. This was probably the protagonist of this traffic stop incident.
The other party also looked over apologetically.
His eyes were weathered, yet calm.
Without anyone's introduction, Lu Fan knew that this first-class big shot had a look that ordinary people could not possess. Many heads of wealthy families could not achieve this level.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "Young man, I'm sorry, Wan'er is young and careless, and she speaks recklessly. Please don't mind."
Lu Fan nodded calmly in response.
Wan'er's eyes were cold, obviously she didn't like Lu Fan's current attitude.
In her opinion, such a person who wears ordinary clothes and has an ordinary appearance will never achieve anything in his life.
If Mr. Zhong hadn't stopped him just now, she could have slapped this guy away.
Mr. Zhong no longer paid attention to this side. Instead, he walked up to the two people in front of Lu Fan with a cane, hesitated slightly, and then made a move that surprised Lu Fan.
Mr. Zhong held his crutch with one hand and slowly knelt on the ground toward the two Ma family members in the front row, with his knees on the ground.
"Please ask the two saints of the Ma family to save my little girl. I, Zhong Boyong, am willing to spend all my family wealth to repay the two saints for their life-saving grace!"
Zhong Boyong held a silver crutch in his hand, knelt on his knees, lowered his head and spoke in a trembling voice. He was completely different from the indifferent and calm person he was before.
"Are you Zhong Boyong?"
A fat man in the front row said sarcastically: "You are so brave, you even dare to stop our car. Don't you know that we are in a hurry to go back to participate in the Medicine God Competition? You have wasted time, and you are the only one."
Can you afford the little Zhong Boyong?"
Zhong Boyong's face turned pale, he raised his head and said: "I have no choice but to do so. My little girl is seriously ill and has been in a coma for more than ten days. No doctor has come to see her. It seems that she is going to die. Today I learned that the second saint of the Ma family has returned from Beijing. I have no choice but to
Stop the car and ask for help, please help the Second Saint to save my little girl!"
At the end of Zhong Boyong's words, he burst into tears and his whole body was shaking.
Everyone else who followed also knelt on the ground and remained silent.
"Ah."
The fat man sneered, looked at Zhong Boyong who was kneeling in front of him, and said: "Is this Zhong Boyong, the richest man in Jinling? It looks like a dog to me. It's not a good dog. As the saying goes, a good dog doesn't block the way. Stop me now.
You still want me to save your daughter's car, which is a pretty good idea, but you don't seem to be qualified or brave enough."
Another thin man said disdainfully: "Zhong Boyong, don't forget, ever since the day you offended my Ma family, you should have realized that you would end up like this. Looking at the country of China, those people who our Ma family said could not be saved, then
It can't be saved. No matter how much money you pay or how good the conditions are, no one dares to come to your home to take a second look. You should prepare a coffin for your poor child as soon as possible. Don't wait for the disease to die and the body will stink.
