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30 The Slap Competition, a provocation from the hairy bear!

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No one expected this.

Old Chen was a man.

He was actually scared out of his wits by someone.

He directly peed out!

The other workers were also stunned.

This was the son of the Fan family.

Was he really still human?

This was a freaking steel bar!

People like them who worked at the construction site.

Who didn't know the strength of the steel bars?

This was a casual fall from a few meters above the ground.

A steel bar that could pierce a person!

However…

At this moment.

In front of everyone.

Fan Qiang proved it with his strength.

What did he mean?

Using flesh and blood to stand shoulder to shoulder with steel!

"Son?"

"Son, are you alright?"

"Hurry up and let Father take a look!"

"Aiyo!"

"Why is it bleeding?"

Fan Da Yong, on the other hand, was completely unaware of how shocking Fan Qiang's actions were.

He only cared about his son's safety.

Seeing his father's nervous appearance, he was shocked.

Fan Qiang smiled gently.

"Don't worry, Father!"

"I'm fine."

"By the way, Old Fan, did you call the police just now?”

"Such scum!"

"We must send him in!"

However…

Hearing Fan Qiang's words.

However, a few of Fan Da Yong's colleagues who had a good relationship with him quickly came over.

He advised.

"No, no!"

"You don't know, kid Qiang!"

"This Old Chen is related to the contractor here.”

"You stood up for your father and taught this guy a lesson!”

"Everyone is very happy."

"But the problem is, if we really send Old Chen in!”

"You angered the contractor!"

"Then how is your father going to survive in this construction site in the future?”

"If I remember correctly, you just started university, right?”

"If your father loses his job!"

"From now on, who will pay for your college tuition?”

Hearing this colleague's words.

Fan Da Yong also looked worried.

He also persuaded.

"Yes, yes!"

"Son, you came to see me."

"A healthy father is already very happy!”

"But this Old Chen really can't be provoked!”

"Father can't lose this job!"

Seeing Fan Da Yong's submissive look, he was shocked.

Old Chen, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, got up.

There was still a large area of urine stains on her legs.

However, he shouted arrogantly.

"You're right!"

"So what if you're powerful?"

"In this society!"

"Who cares if you're healthy or not? Is it strong?"

"Only the rich are the bosses!"

"So what if I bullied your father?”

"Doesn't he still have to obediently swallow his anger and endure it?”

"Who asked him to have such a good son like you?”

"I'm afraid Qingbei University will cost a lot of money for a year, right?”

" That's in the capital!"

"Why aren't you obediently kneeling down and apologizing to me now?”

"Otherwise!"

"I'll get my big brother to chase you all out!”

Hearing this sentence.

Fan Qiang smiled.

This idiot.

She really gave him a little bit of sunshine.

Let's shine brightly here!

Wasn't it just because he knew a contractor?

Did he really think of himself as the number one person?

Thinking of this…

Fan Qiang sneered and took out his phone from his pocket.

He took out the information records of the bank transfer from before.

Fan Qiang had already deleted the records of the system transfer.

What was left behind at this moment.

There was only the transfer record of eight million yuan from Dou Yin's headquarters.

"Humph?"

"What's the use of having a good body?"

"I'll tell you now!"

"Grandsons will always be grandsons!”

"Just lie down obediently!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Fan Qiang rushed up and kicked again.

He was directly kicked to the ground by Old Chen.

He curled up into a ball.

He was like a shrimp, vomiting non-stop, and almost vomited out the bile in his stomach!

"Look carefully!"

"This is the contract payment that Dou Yin transferred to me!”

"I'm already an outdoor fitness streamer under Douyin's name!”

"The signing fee alone is eight million a year.”

"And that doesn't include the share of the gifts!"

"Even if I haven't finished university and started working!”

"I have no problem raising my father!”

"Not like your son?"

"You didn't even go to high school. How much money did you earn in the past three years?”

"Have you saved enough money for your wife?"

"Don't tell me you can't even take out the coffin money when you die?”

As the saying went, killing people also had to kill their hearts.

Fan Qiang said in a few words.

It hit the vital point.

Old Chen was so angry that he almost died on the spot.

Fan Da Yong and the other workers were stunned.

Eight million!

They had worked hard at the construction site all their lives.

When had he ever seen such a huge sum of money?

But Fan Qiang?

At such a young age.

He hadn't even finished university.

He actually had 10 million in savings!

This comparison was simply infuriating.

Many of his colleagues were already gnashing their teeth in anger.

No matter what, he had to hang that kid up and give him a beating when he got back.

Why couldn't he be as promising as Fan Qiang?

............

She saw her father reading the message on his phone.

He read it over and over again.

Fan Qiang said with a smile.

"Old Fan!"

"You don't have to look anymore."

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"If you say there's eight million, then there must be eight million!”

"I'm going to use this money to open a small restaurant for you.”

"Didn't you always say that you'll give up the university?”

"You want to open a small restaurant and retire?”

"As your son, of course, I will help you fulfill your wish!”

Hearing this sentence.

Fan Da Yong felt a lump in his throat.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Looking at Fan Qiang's determined face.

He said a few good words in a row.

He patted Fan Qiang's shoulder.

A thousand words were said without words.

"Di di di!"

Until this moment.

Only then did they hear the loud sirens coming from outside the construction site.

Sending a piece of trash like Old Chen in.

It could be considered as letting Fan Da Yong vent his anger.

He saw the old bastard kneeling in front of the inspector and crying bitterly.

Fan Da Yong couldn't help but smile.

He patted Fan Qiang's shoulder in relief.

"Let's go!"

"Son, let's go home!"

"Dad will make you braised pork!"

What else could Fan Qiang say?

Naturally, he could only answer with a smile.

"Alright!"

The other workers watched the father and son leave under the setting sun.

He could not help but reveal an envious expression.

"This Fan Da Yong!"

"You really raised a good son!”

.............

A good night's sleep!

The next day.

Fan Qiang transferred 300,000 yuan to Fan Da Yong as the capital to open the restaurant.

Then, he left in a hurry.

Last night, the father and son had been drinking in a bottle.

He drank three or four bottles of Niulanshan.

Only then did he finally defeat Old Fan.

She had been sleeping until now and had not woken up.

However…

When Fan Qiang arrived at the Green Dragon Gym.

Only then did he realize.

He did not know when.

There was already a large group of people gathered here.

Something big seemed to have happened!

Fan Qiang had yet to go over.

He saw Chen Jia and Kang Xiaoxiao carrying a camera.

He hurriedly made his way out of the crowd.

"Fan Qiang!"

"What took you so long?"

"We don't have your contact information either. We asked the other students this morning but couldn't find you.”

"Hurry up and go in. If you don't go in now, Zhang Heihu will be beaten to death!”

Zhang Heihu was about to be beaten to death?

What kind of development was this?

Fan Qiang was instantly dumbfounded!

After that.

After listening to Chen Jia and Kang Xiaoxiao's story.

He finally understood.

It turned out that the Green Dragon Gym had been kicked out.

Moreover, he was an old Russian from the Land of Ice in the north of China!

As for the method of challenging the dojo.

It was the infamous 'Slap Competition!'

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