Chen Fan nodded, knowing that he could only wait now, hoping that Situ Mulan would hear the news and come to Kyoto to sign up.
However, at this moment, Chen Fan's cell phone suddenly rang.
"Mr. Chen." The phone was connected, and Fei Long's anxious voice came from inside.
"What happened?" Chen Fan asked immediately when he heard something was wrong in Fei Long's voice.
"Mr. Chen, something happened not to me, but to Fan Hengfei."
Chen Fan frowned slightly: "Fan Hengfei? What's wrong with him?"
"Fan Hengfei has been plotted against others, and he is still gambling with others in Panjiayuan. If he loses, his casino and all his business will be taken away by the other party!"
"Who is the other party?"
"I just made inquiries and found out that he is from the Huangfu family. I heard that he is a well-known appraiser in the country."
Having said this, Fei Long said again: "Mr. Chen, the Huangfu family is obviously going after Fan Hengfei, but that guy is too brainless to be plotted by those people so easily. If he loses those businesses,
It’s you who have lost it!”
"Why did he go to Panjiayuan?" Chen Fan asked the question in his heart.
"He has several shops in Panjiayuan. He opened them when the Huangfu family was his backer. Now that boy has betrayed the Huangfu family and wants those shops. Who knows that he was tricked by others?" Fei said.
Long told the whole story.
"Call him and ask him to wait for me there. I'll be there soon." After saying this, Chen Fan hung up the phone.
"What happened?" Song Wenting saw that Chen Fan's expression was not good and asked quickly.
"Go to Panjiayuan." Chen Fan did not answer, but ordered the driver.
When the driver heard this, he made a U-turn and drove towards Panjiayuan.
Panjiayuan is the largest antique market in Kyoto, attracting collectors from all over the capital to come and hunt for treasures.
It is said that someone once bought blue and white porcelain worth tens of millions here for a thousand yuan.
Therefore, the popularity here has always been very high, and many people come here to try their luck.
However, the outcome is conceivable. There are many people who have been deceived here, and those who really pick up the pieces only exist in legends.
At this time, many people were arguing in a store in Panjiayuan, and the door was even more crowded.
"Fan Hengfei, you are a rip-off, you betrayed our boss without telling us, and now you want to take away our store. I have never seen such a shameless person like you!" A middle-aged man was pointing at Fan Hengfei and yelling.
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Fan Hengfei's face was gloomy: "I run these five stores, and all the money was paid by me. What do you mean by robbing your store?"
"Haha, Fan Hengfei, who can prove that you paid for this money? Ask anyone in Panjiayuan who doesn't know that Yuxuan Pavilion is the property of the Huangfu family?" the middle-aged man responded with a sneer.
Fan Hengfei was speechless for a moment.
How could he have thought at the beginning that he would reject his backer, and who would have thought that the Huangfu family would annex his business.
"You have nothing to say? Fan Hengfei, these shops are originally owned by our boss and have nothing to do with you. I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude." There was a look in the middle-aged man's eyes.
A proud look.
Fan Hengfei's face turned dark instantly, and he said coldly: "You still want to be rude by taking over my business and my property? If you don't return the shop to me today, none of you will be able to walk out of this door."
In an instant, a group of people squeezed in from outside the door and blocked the door of the store.
"Fan Hengfei, do you want to take action?" The middle-aged man asked jokingly without any fear.
"So what? Don't forget, what do I do?" Fan Hengfei did not intend to reason with the other party anymore, and simply planned to use force.
After all, he is one of the only two leaders of the underground forces in Kyoto, and his strength is much stronger than before.
"I want to see who dares to take action in Panjiayuan." However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door.
I saw an old man walking towards the shop with two spinning balls in his hands.
Behind him, there was also a group of bodyguards.
Seeing the appearance of the old man, the people standing outside watching the theater quickly moved out of the way.
"Kang Lao!"
Many people greeted the old man.
This person is none other than the manager of Panjiayuan, Kang Jianlin.
In this Panjiayuan, he has absolute voice and prestige, and even has considerable authority in the entire antique world in Jinghua.
"Mr. Kang, I didn't expect that such a trivial matter would alarm you." The middle-aged man saw Kang Jianlin entering the shop and hurriedly greeted him.
"Boss Zhang, I heard that someone was coming to make trouble, so I came here to have a look. What's the matter? I just heard someone saying that they were going to be violent? But no one has dared to make trouble in my Panjiayuan for a long time." As he said that, Kang Jianlin's eyes changed.
He looked at Fan Hengfei who was standing aside.
Although Fan Hengfei is the leader of the underground forces, Kang Jianlin does not have the slightest fear. After all, the connections he knows are not comparable to those of Fan Hengfei.
Seeing Kang Jianlin standing next to the other party, he could tell that the other party might be targeting him when he came here.
But who is Fan Hengfei? He is the leader of the underground forces. Of course he will not just watch him suffer. He immediately said: "Mr. Kang, there are some things that you'd better not care about, otherwise you will regret it if something happens one day."
, I’m afraid it’s too late.”
"Hahaha!" Kang Jianlin burst into laughter.
"I, Kang Jianlin, have never been so scared. Threats have no effect on me, and this matter happened in my Panjiayuan. I have to take care of it both emotionally and rationally."
Fan Hengfei knew that his threat was ineffective, and said again: "Since Mr. Kang wants to take care of it, I hope you will be fair and just in your actions. Otherwise, it will not be good for you to lose Pan Jiayuan's reputation."
"Haha, I, Kang Jianlin, am known for being fair and just. Since you said so, let's use the fairest way in our antique world to resolve the matter." Kang Jianlin said with a sneer.
The middle-aged man quickly handed over his hand: "Everything is subject to Mr. Kang's arrangement."
Kang Jianlin smiled and stroked his beard: "Okay, in that case, let's make a bet. Whoever wins the bet will own this shop."
Fan Hengfei frowned slightly.
The middle-aged man handed it over again: "You are the manager of Panjiayuan, so of course I will follow your arrangements. We have no problem. If we lose, everything here, including the shops, will belong to them."
Kang Jianlin looked at Fan Hengfei: "What did you say?"
Fan Hengfei didn't answer for a long time. He was weighing it now. This kind of bet was all about antiques, and his appraisal level was only average. If he bet, he would definitely lose.
"Can we invite foreign aid?" Fan Hengfei asked aloud.
"Okay." Kang Jianlin nodded in response. This is also allowed by gambling.
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