Chapter 340 Long Time No See

To be honest, Fangran was very confused.

He really didn't understand that he slept for such a short time, really for a short time!

I felt like I was on fire all of a sudden. This guy was so good. He was just pretending to be a ghost, drinking black wheat and tangerines, and dancing around with the staff. No matter how he put those two, it was like talking about cross talk.

One is a tease, the other is a compliment, a bastard who not only does tricks but also teams up to stab his own heart.

Fangran was just about to lie back on his sofa and continue sleeping when he saw...

I don't know when there was a queue outside the door.

Fangran: "..."

silence

....

So, in this information age, can news really spread so fast?

丶(Д)ツ┏━┓ (slapping the table with tears)!

Facing a pale and weak man who had witnessed the entire process of Fangran's 'hypnosis' just now, with an expression of relief as if he had seen a savior, Fangran had no choice but to sit back behind the desk with his mouth twitching.

With a complicated face, he chose to carry out his identity as an old Chinese medicine practitioner to the end.

You have to pretend to be awesome, even if you kneel down...

Having said that...

But Goudan! ! !

Fangran gritted his teeth and put it on the seventh place. After he finished saying that he was too busy making money to take care of his family, his wife ran away and he was alone in front of a room full of money. He realized that his life had been wasted and he had not gained anything. A precious thing. In the end, when Fangran had been suffering from depression and insomnia for several years, he really wanted to slap the man in his mouth...

He found that there were not only a lot of people lined up outside the door...

Instead, it’s twice as long!

Dry! (╬◣д◢)!

From the beginning of the full set of acting to the end of "What the hell, lulu, lulu, I'll just wave my hand when I get up", Fangran roared in his heart, "It's not over yet, why are there so many people?" Fangran didn't know.

He 'hypnotizes' almost every person, and those drowsy guys in their social circles will be moved to tears and post the news that their insomnia has finally been cured.

And who are they?

Businessman!

What could be more well-connected than this group of businessmen?

Even if they are not seen by others, these people will take the initiative to contact people they know who are troubled by insomnia, such as leaders, bosses, and elderly parents of acquaintances, to sell favors and build closer relationships. .

then...

Because the effect is so good, the senses of all those who experience it are magical, so...

There are more and more people queuing outside.

There were even too many people, so we had to move hospital beds from downstairs, rush one, place another, and then line them up in the corridor. A bunch of successful people and big bosses were lined up neatly like babies in the nursery. sleep.

In the end, it was so busy that even Xiao Wang, Luo Yuanshan's young assistant, was captured by Fang Ran and used as a coolie.

Responsible for lifting people to bed.

This does not include those who plan to come by plane, and those who have already arrived on private planes from outside the capital...

Hahaha (awkward...)

But Fangran roared with the ultimate rage in his heart!

Fuck Li Liang! I need to sleep!

Then I buried my face in my heart, feeling that I couldn't look directly at so many people lined up outside.

Oh my god, it’s not like I’m short of money. It’s better to say that except for the last time I went to Linfu District, I have no chance to spend money this summer!

So, gentlemen, can we please go back?

At this moment, Fang Ran looked at Abel in front of him with tears in his eyes.

Oh my God, this time even foreigners have finally come here because of its reputation?

Can I still go home tonight...

"you you you..."

Fangran huddled in the boss's chair with his mouth twitching. Seeing the imposing manner of this Liangshan hero who had just been robbed of the law, he shouted in Chinese, 'Wait a minute! ' Foreign friends, I thought in a cold sweat.

he.....

Was this because he was dissatisfied with me for knocking down his partner who was responsible for admiring him?

However, Abel, who was standing opposite, was stunned.

He really didn't expect, and didn't understand why, that he would see such a thing in the hands of this ordinary-looking young man here in China.

The last time I saw it was at the starting point of the northern Cordillera Mountains, near Alaska, in the Fiseld Empire Manor, which was almost a small city.

That night at the Decade Gala.

At the end of the faceted pointed cone, streamlined mountains, water flows, and dragons spread out, as if growing and intertwining from the bottom, forming a slender and graceful staff body mixed with gold and other precious metals.

The mountains are criss-crossed and rigid, the water flows softly, and the dragon-shaped giant claws are lifelike. Three completely different styles are carved and inlaid with diamonds, emeralds and other precious stones, and finally intertwined and bloomed on the head of the staff!

Cast into that huge crimson crystal!

Abel looked straight at the scepter that was almost shrouded in a layer of golden brilliant mist. Not to mention its appearance that almost no one except him, a core member of Fiseld's core, understood. The unique natural blood-red crystal discovered during the rise of Seld eliminated all possibilities of fraud.

From the first moment, Abel knew clearly that this was the handle he finally saw in the hands of Master Fiseld last time, a symbol of the highest status of the O'Brien family.

——Crimson Queen.

Impossible, why is it here! ?

Abel felt a storm in his heart, but as Fiseld held the high position of being in charge of the entire Asian industry, he quickly reacted, but he still couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. He took a deep look at the Crimson Queen on the table and said, He quickly left the room without saying a word.

Behind the desk, Ranran was confused by his actions. Finally, he lowered his head and looked at the crimson scepter in front of him, slightly lost in thought...

Outside the corridor, Abel looked anxious. He quickly came to a corner and ordered the Chinese woman who had been waiting outside:

"Start the satellite channel and apply for my private line. Hurry, use your fastest speed!"

"I see."

She answered calmly and simply. Less than a minute later, Abel put on the earphones, looked at the silver communication device in her hand, took a deep breath, and dialed a 22-digit number with a serious face.

Only the highest level of Fiseld, no more than thirty of the nearly one million employees knew the number.

The communication was connected silently, and a dignified old man with a silver beard appeared on the screen in front of the crimson curtains. A mountain-like voice spoke:

"Rockefeller, there seems to be no reason for you to make this call at this time."

"I'm sorry, sir."

Abel immediately bowed slightly and apologized, but he immediately spoke with a serious face and a solemn voice.

"I know I shouldn't disturb your rest at this time, but I'm in China..."

"I saw your cane."

The eyes of the old man with a silver beard stagnated slightly, then calmed down as if there was no fluctuation, nodded and said:

"Well, I understand. I will send you the following orders via message."

Then the communication was cut off and the screen went black.

Abel didn't know why...he didn't tell me what to do right away?

Just when he was confused, a line of text lit up on the communicator.

-'Give the communicator to the person you see and make sure he is the only one nearby'-

Drive everyone away, including yourself?

Abel was stunned for a moment and his heart trembled, but he still took a deep breath, took the communication device from the woman who was following him as a bodyguard and translator, and walked into the office again.

"Sorry, please give in. I will pay you sufficient compensation later."

Abel said with a gentle nod, and then motioned to the female bodyguard to stop the people outside the door.

He walked into the office alone.

Assistant Xiao Wang just happened to push someone out and looked puzzled at why the foreigner came back.

I was thinking about how many people there are in the room, should I run away, and will running away affect the reputation of Sister Fu's hospital? But I finally don't have to deal with official business, why am I pretending to be a psychopath here again? The doctor's Fangran was stunned when he saw Abel walking in again and closing the door of the office.

But before Fangran could speak, Abel put down Fiseld's special confidential communication device, then gave a slight salute, ensuring that only Fangran was in the room, and walked out again, closing the door.

"Uh...what is he doing...?"

Fangran was confused by Abel's strange behavior. He casually took the tablet-like thing that Abel had put down, blinked and said strangely:

"So he gave this... as a gift to me!?"

Fang Ran, who was just wondering if the other party was having a trance, was happy for a second when he gave this particularly high-end-looking 'tablet' to himself. The moment he appeared on the communication decoration camera, he was captured instantly.

The dark screen lights up.

A girl with silver-gray hair wearing tortoiseshell glasses and looking delicate was sitting on an unknown dark red sofa with gold armrests.

She seemed a little embarrassed and rubbed her snow-white legs under her gorgeous skirt. She looked at Fangran with a slightly red face, as if she wanted to muster up courage, but she hesitated to speak.

Fangran, who was sitting behind the desk, was stunned when he saw her and looked at the crimson scepter in front of him.

Then I suddenly understood everything just now.

Fangran put away the other expressions on his face and sighed helplessly.

He relaxed his body, put one hand on the desk, supported his cheek, lowered his calm eyes, and looked at the silver-haired girl on the screen.

He sighed softly and spoke in a slightly different tone from his usual funny jokes:

"So by pretending like this, do you want me to think that it would be better to call you Monica?"

He sighed softly, as if chatting with an old acquaintance after a long absence, with a slightly helpless tone.

Hearing such words, the silver-haired girl wearing tortoise shell glasses on the screen lowered her head, raised the corners of her mouth, and then her whole temperament seemed to be shattered.

It turned into another kind of aura.

She casually took off her pair of tortoiseshell glasses and threw them away, and the Wenruo-like aquatic bird-like temperament she had just now disappeared.

Instead, there was a strong aura of arrogance like a queen. She raised the corners of her mouth and smiled softly, casually spreading her long silver-gray hair. She looked at Fangran with an unknown smile with the same silver-gray pupils, and smiled softly. :

"Long time no see, Night Crow."

What responded to her was the young man raising his eyes and sighing:

"Long time no see, Veronica." ()

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