"What a loud tone, I want to see who it is..." Director Li said, turning his head, his throat felt like a fishbone was stuck in his throat, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead, "You...you are here." ?”
"Now." The white-haired old man rolled down his sleeves calmly and confidently, "Just apologize to him."
This is the old president of Jiangbei University. He has students from all walks of life, including many dignitaries and celebrities. Therefore, he has a great reputation. Even if he retires, no one in this world dares to make a mistake in front of him.
"What? You want me to apologize to this beggar?" Director Li's eyes widened. Soon, he finally realized. The old principal said that young man was a master?
really!
What kind of master in the field can dress like this?
Besides, he's still so young.
Director Li asked in confusion: "Are you making a mistake?"
"I haven't reached the point where my eyesight is dim yet." A look of sullenness flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes.
Director Li gritted his teeth, then smiled awkwardly at Zhao Fan and said, "Master, I have offended you a lot before."
"Oh..." Zhao Fan was confused and couldn't help but look at the white-haired old man. Could it be that he knew his identity?
When Director Li saw Zhao Fan ignoring him, he fell to the ground in embarrassment.
"You have one minute to clean up this mess." The white-haired old man ordered.
"Yes, yes." Director Li was relieved and asked the naked men on the ground to get dressed, quickly left the classroom with the security guards, and asked the onlookers to disperse. Huang Renxing asked unwillingly as he walked: "Is that all?"
Director Li gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you see that the old principal called him master? Let's wait until we find out what the other person's background is."
"An old immortal, what do you have to be afraid of?" Huang Renxing snorted coldly.
Director Li trembled with fright. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. Then he whispered: "He retired before you entered school. Although he has no heirs, do you know who his students are?" Let’s talk about two, Jiangbei’s top leader and the underground emperor. These two have been whipped by him before. Now when they meet the old principal, they are like chickens facing an eagle, do you understand?”
"You're overthinking it. I just taught for a few years. If it were me, even if the teacher in the past died under my nose, I wouldn't even blink an eye." Huang Renxing's tone was full of disdain, and he said bitterly: "But , that bumpkin must not be let go, no matter what master he is, sooner or later his life will be worse than death!"
…
Inside the classroom.
Lin Qianqian looked at Zhao Fan curiously, wondering who he was and why he was treated so politely by the old principal.
At this time, the white-haired old man closed the door first, then ran over and said: "Master, I am Li Guodong, the previous president of Jiang University. I hope you don't mind what happened today."
Zhao Fan smiled faintly, "Old man, have you seen me?"
"No." Li Guodong shook his head truthfully, glanced at Lin Qianqian next to him, and asked, "Master, can I take a step to speak?"
"No need, this is a bitch, it's okay to just say whatever you want," Zhao Fan said.
A bitch?
Lin Qianqian's shoulders were shaking with anger. She explained eagerly: "No, I really don't know this scoundrel. Don't listen to his nonsense."
"Young man, I understand, I understand." Li Guodong smiled meaningfully twice and recalled: "Master, I was lucky enough to witness your kind of ability once. When I was twenty years old, I was walking around on the street. I saw a group of gangsters robbing a gold store, and there was blood. Then a man about my age happened to pass by. He picked up a wooden stick on the ground and started whittling it. The scraps were like willow leaves, just like what you used. , the gangsters took off all their clothes as if they had been intoxicated, and the police successfully captured them as soon as they arrived."
Hearing this, Zhao Fan raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Does that person have a hooked nose, a flat face, and a pair of provocative ears?"
"Yes, yes." A hint of joy appeared on Li Guodong's old face, "I didn't know he was yours..."
Zhao Fan nodded slightly: "It's the master. Why, Mr. Li has something to ask for now?"
What he used on Huang Renxing was the "Falling Leaves Undressing Technique". There is a similar technique in "The Book of Lu Ban", but only the lineage of the great masters of creation can use it with just a piece of wood like this. The premise is that if someone has evil intentions, Will malfunction. In terms of age, the person the other party mentioned was Zhao Fan's great-uncle.
"I don't dare to take it seriously. If the master thinks highly of the old man, just call him "Old Li Tou". Li Guodong did not dare to make excuses in the face of such an expert.
"There is no need to talk about a master. My master said that I should keep a low profile. Besides, I don't want to attract attention and cause trouble." Zhao Fan said helplessly: "My name is Zhao Fan. If you are older, just call me Xiaofan."
Li Guodong was greatly applauded. This young man was worthy of being a master, low-key and down-to-earth.
"Master, no, Xiaofan." His tone was mixed with a strong sense of longing, and he said: "I have an old friend who passed away. He has become very abnormal recently, but I didn't realize it. The sky is like living in a dream. So, I would like to ask you to help me. If something is really wrong, I hope you can help my old friend. To be honest, as we have lived to this age, please It’s a good death.”
Zhao Fan thought about it for a moment and said, "Old Li Tou, do you know these five words? Don't get up early if there is no profit."
Li Guodong was already prepared, and he said cautiously: "You can ask for any amount of remuneration, but he can afford it if it doesn't exceed eight figures."
"So much money? I'm very excited, but..." Zhao Fan changed the topic and looked at Lin Qianqian affectionately, "For her, money is like dung. I only have one request. I will be admitted to Jiangsu University and be placed in In this class, I sit at the same table as her. I have too many love rivals, you know..."
Li Guodong was surprised for a few seconds and said: "It's so simple? Leave it to me and it will be done tomorrow at the latest." Then he looked at Zhao Fan expectantly and said, "Xiao Fan, let alone a student status, if you like it, you can be considered a special employee You can be a professor, you can choose any department."
"This is unnecessary. I'm afraid of trouble." Zhao Fan refused.
Lin Qianqian, who was listening to the exchange between the two with great interest, almost collapsed at this moment: Why did you pull it back and forth and get it around me again?
The old principal also guaranteed that the scoundrel would sit at the same table with her...
However, in this era, do masters like those in folk anecdotes really exist?
Charlatans abound.
Lin Qianqian was influenced by higher education and instinctively believed that Zhao Fan was the latter. However, the striptease performed by Huang Renxing and others before was still vivid in his mind, and he could not explain it scientifically, so he subconsciously believed it. However, what she couldn't understand the most was that even the Lin family couldn't treat eight-digit money like dirt, but Zhao Fan was as unmoved as if he had refused a meal.
Li Guodong and Zhao Fan changed their mobile phone numbers, made an appointment, and left with satisfaction.
Only Zhao Fan and Lin Qianqian were left in the classroom, and it became extremely quiet for a while.
Five minutes later, Lin Qianqian couldn't hold it back and said, "You scoundrel, there's no end to it. Besides, do you know music?"
"You can learn if you don't understand, but if your wife is gone, it will be difficult to find her again." Zhao Fan gave a bachelor look.
Lin Qianqian stamped her feet, "I solemnly warn you once, I am not your wife!"
She didn't know why, facing Zhao Fan, who was dressed in rags, she couldn't be as cold as she was with other suitors. She wanted to refuse but couldn't start, and there was absolutely nothing she could do against this scoundrel.
Zhao Fan chuckled: "You are."
"..."
Lin Qianqian was very depressed. She asked, "What is the purpose of approaching me?"
"As for this, it's enough for you to know that I don't have bad intentions." Zhao Fan pondered for a moment to prevent Lin Qianqian from panicking too much, and decided to hide it from her until the matter became clear. Then, Zhao Fan added: "Our classmates are all waiting outside to come in to study. I'm going downstairs first. As promised, we will go home together after school. I believe your father will welcome me."
Before Lin Qianqian could speak, Zhao Fan picked up the sack and disappeared from her sight.
…
The order in the classroom returned to normal.
"A dead scoundrel, extremely abominable!"
Lin Qianqian bit her teeth lightly and finally made it to the end of the last class. She tiptoed to the window and looked down. The scoundrel seemed to be sleeping soundly underneath, leaning on a sack. Lin Qianqian sent a message to the driver, then blended into the turbulence of the crowd and walked around to the side entrance of the school, where a Bentley was approaching.
"Uncle Wang, drive quickly." Lin Qianqian got into the car door with her heart beating faster. When it started, she looked back uneasily and breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see Zhao Fan.
"Qianqian, why are you so urgent?" asked the driver surnamed Wang. He is one of the Lin family's bodyguards and has followed Lin's father for many years.
"No, it's nothing." Lin Qianqian's smile bloomed. She had already planned to take an indefinite vacation starting tomorrow, so that she would not be stuck with that dog-skin plaster.
…
One of the top villa areas in Jiangbei City, Shenglong Mansion.
Uncle Wang drove the Bentley and slowly stopped in front of House No. 7. After Lin Qianqian got out of the car, her smile suddenly froze and she fell to the ground in confusion as if she had seen a ghost, "He...why is he here?"
In front of the courtyard gate, Zhao Fan, who was dressed in rags, was lazily sleeping on the ground with a sack on his pillow. The faint sound of snoring was particularly harsh in her ears!
