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Chapter 1315

Chapter 1315

"Xi Langzhong is so polite!"

Lin Xu also bowed in return.

In fact, Lin Xu is a person who doesn't like trouble very much. He doesn't like to do things like holding hands and bowing, because he doesn't think it's interesting.

However, Daning is a country that pays great attention to etiquette. People like Xi Langzhong and Fang Jinglan, who are older than me and have very good character, bow their hands to me and bow to me. If I don't reciprocate, is that okay?

Obviously it’s inappropriate!

Therefore, no matter whether you think this kind of etiquette is interesting or not, you have to keep doing it!

"Mr. Lin is here to discuss business with Brother Jinglan?"

"yes."

"Brother Jinglan just suffered a stroke and fell into coma. Although he has woken up now, he still needs to rest and observe the situation. I'm afraid you won't be able to negotiate this business in a short time."

"Don't worry about business matters. Mr. Fang takes good care of his health as soon as possible. That is the most important thing!"

Although Lin Xu said this, he felt very bitter in his heart, because Song Changji couldn't wait to sell his property and run away, and he also named Bao Yifeng for endorsement. If there is no endorsement from Bao Yifeng, then...

If he couldn't do this business, Song Changji wouldn't have written down the inside story about the incident of destroying embankments and flooding fields!

Originally, the conversation between him and Fang Jinglan went smoothly. Who would have thought that Fang Jinglan would suddenly fall ill!

It’s true that plans don’t change as fast as they do!

This is all the fault of that ignorant boy Fang Yulin. He listened to some of Xu Shenxian's folk remedies and actually made a basin of the blood of a death row prisoner and prepared to make steamed buns with human blood to treat his father's illness. In the end, not only did he fail to cure the disease, but he also killed his father.

I was so angry that I had a stroke!

Just as he was thinking about that bastard, Fang Yulin walked out of the lounge and rushed towards Lin Xu, looking very angry!

He still holds a grudge against what Lin Xu scolded him just now!

"What did you just say about me?! Try saying it again!"

Fang Yulin shouted and rolled up his sleeves, apparently wanting to take action.

"Yulin! Don't be rude to Mr. Lin!"

Xi Langzhong stood in front of Lin Xu and shouted loudly!

Since Fang Jinglan and Xi Langzhong have been friends for many years and have a very good relationship, Fang Yulin has always treated Xi Langzhong as his uncle. At this moment, Xi Langzhong was standing in front of Lin Xu. He did not dare to make a mistake, but he still shouted:

"Uncle Xi, do you know what this brat said about me just now? He said that I..."

"okay!"

Xi Langzhong interrupted him directly: "Let me ask you, why did your father faint just now?"

"My dad... just now..."

Fang Yulin muttered, his eyes evasive, obviously he didn't dare to say anything.

"What's going on? Tell me quickly! Otherwise, if something unexpected happens to your father, you won't have time to regret it!"

Xi Langzhong raised his voice and his expression was very serious!

This time, Fang Yulin finally lowered his head and spoke: "I gave my father a basin of blood from death row prisoners, soaked it in a steamed bun, and prepared to treat my father's tuberculosis. As a result, my father not only refused to eat, but also fainted.

It’s past…”

After hearing this, Xi Langzhong was really angry. He pointed at Fang Yulin's nose and yelled: "You bastard! I told you last time, that piece of shit Xu Shenxian is a charlatan.

Blood buns cannot cure tuberculosis at all!"

"The liar also said that the disease must be cured by using the blood of death row prisoners and eating steamed buns with the blood of seventy-seven forty-nine people. This is obviously creating an impossible condition! Where are you going to find forty-nine people?

Are the nine death row prisoners going?"

"Besides, is the blood of death row prisoners still more valuable than the blood of ordinary people? If human blood steamed buns can really cure diseases, can't we cut our own blood to treat your father's diseases?!"

"You stupid boy, you even believe such nonsense. Don't say that your father is angry, even I am almost mad to death!"


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