Chapter 301 Predicament

John looked at Zhen Fan expectantly, and patiently persuaded him, because in his opinion, wasting one's talent is a completely unforgivable behavior, and it is irresponsible to all human beings who want to enjoy the visual feast.

"I know you're a doctor, and a doctor might be a good job, but... I can make you more money, you know? You can realize your worth, million dollars? No, no, no, tens of millions of dollars Not to mention, if you are willing to work hard, hundreds of millions of dollars is not impossible."

What John said may be true, because he himself is a master of TV capital operations, and the trick of turning his hands into clouds and rain is the basic element of their survival. As long as they meet the right people and things, they will be happy. You can extract capital as much as you want and make a fortune.

"No, no, no, John!" Zhen Fan quickly waved his hands, "I recently took a deal, do you know how much money I can get in the end? A predictable figure." Zhen Fan spread his fingers as he spoke , using both hands, and then shook John and Christine.

"Ninety thousand?" John snorted and looked at Christine and blinked. But seeing Zhen Fan's disapproving look, he felt a little shaken, and then tentatively said, "900,000?"

Zhen Fan smiled, then looked at Christine, turned his head to him and said, "Why don't you boldly say the number in your heart? No, it's not 900,000, you still have another chance!"

"God, it's impossible!" John shook his head and turned to look at Christine, "Do you know what he just said? It's crazy, no one is willing to spend so much money to treat himself Yes, this is completely impossible... No, Zhen, are you testing me?"

"Okay, I'll tell you the number - nine million dollars!" Zhen Fan smiled, then turned to Christine. "Do you believe that to be true?"

Christine nodded blankly. Her salary last year was about 34 million US dollars, which is the highest salary among Hollywood actresses. Now Zhen Fan told her that his income for curing a patient was nine million dollars, which made her a little unbelievable. But she still chose to stand with Zhen Fan.

"Wow—" John exclaimed, and then looked at Zhen Fan. "Actually, I don't know anyone willing to pay for this..."

"Of course, what about those talented athletes?" Zhen Fan didn't mention Peter. Howard's name, "For example, those superstars in the NBA or those top athletes worth hundreds of millions of dollars? They need to be healthy, and I have the medical technology they need to keep healthy, so we have a good room for cooperation!"

"That's true!" John shrugged his shoulders embarrassingly.

"Actually.

This is just the beginning! Zhen Fan nodded and smiled, "So... for me, magic is just for fun. I don't need to rely on it to make money, even if it can make me more money, but... But it made me lose my freedom. I know what it's like to be famous. Just look at Kristen. "

"You are right. Zhen, I support you!" Christine smiled, hugging Zhen Fan's arm with both hands, resting her head on Zhen Fan's shoulder, feeling very warm.

"What does more money mean to me?" Zhen Fan spread his hands to John.

"You are right!" John was silent for a while, and finally nodded, "Well, I have seen your ability. I also know that you can completely protect Christine, so...do what you want! "

"Thank you, Dad!" Christine said, let go of Zhen Fan's arm, walked towards John, hugged John gently, and held his face with both hands. Kissed his forehead, "This is the best decision you've ever made!"

John also smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yes, I have made a series of bad decisions recently, including the marriage with your mother. I'm sorry, dear, I didn't mean to break your heart."

"It's over, Dad!"

"Okay, okay, I should leave too, you two stay here, you need to get together!" John smiled, looked at Zhen Fan and Christine, turned around, and left Reaching the hanger, he took off his coat.

"Goodbye, Zhen."

John opened his arms and hugged Zhen Fan, and said to Zhen Fan seriously.

"I warn you, you must be nice to Christine, otherwise I won't let you go."

"Goodbye, John!" Zhen Fan patted John on the back, "I promise, I will be good to Christine, she is very important in my life."

John nodded, laughed, and opened his arms to Christine again.

"Good boy, I'm leaving. I know you've grown up. From that little one to such a beautiful girl, I can finally let you go alone. Goodbye...Kistine!"

"Goodbye, Dad!" Christine heard John's words, and suddenly the corners of her eyes were a little wet. She let go of her hands and wiped the corners of her eyes, "Are you going to make us all cry to see you leave? This is not a farewell, don't forget Take medicine!"

"I won't forget it!" John smiled, then nodded to the two, turned and left.

It was already late at this time, and Christine had no servants or bodyguards here, so she had to drive by herself, and it was drizzling a little. John opened the car door and was about to get in.

"John—" Zhen Fan called out from behind.

"What?" John sat down, stuck his head out, looked at Zhen Fan who was coming from behind, and said, "What's the matter? Zhen, or do you want to have a drink with me?"

Zhen Fan smiled, looked at John and said, "If you believe me, then... first, take a hot bath after returning home and go to bed, don't take medicine. Second, don't drink alcohol, your body will It's not very good. Third, come to my clinic sometime, and I will have a good talk with you about your body!"

"Is this a warning?" John looked at Zhen Fan with a half-smile.

"Dad, you'd better listen to other people's opinions." Christine also came over from the steps.

John had no choice but to nod his head and said: "Okay, I will, I will listen to what you say, take a shower, then go to sleep, don't think about anything else, don't even take medicine, it's great!" After starting the car, he stopped saying goodbye to Zhen Fan and Christine, and drove away.

"Did I annoy him?" Zhen Fan felt a little off when he saw John going, and looked at Christine helplessly, "Maybe I shouldn't have said that!"

"What he doesn't like the most is when people say one, two, three things in front of him. These are the only things he said to other people when he was on TV." Christine laughed, "Don't worry, he's just a kid. Just fine!"

"Let's go in!"

Zhen Fan hugged Christine and walked into the living room. The two of them can get along well today, and now there are only two of them left here.

"Honey, let's go to the room!" As soon as the two of them entered the room, Christine couldn't wait to hold Zhen Fan's face, put her legs around Zhen Fan's waist, and breathed out steam, "We can have a good time Take it all night, you know how much I miss you these days? Damn it, hold me up!"

"Of course!" Zhen Fan kissed her, then lifted her buttocks, and walked upstairs.

John drove away from Christine's villa quickly. He was going to mess up the affairs of Christine and Zhen Fan. But after getting along this time, he found that he could do nothing to these two people, and...he always felt that the Chinese man was an extraordinary person.

"What a failure!" He kept talking about himself while driving the car. Obviously, he was not satisfied with his performance in front of the two children, but he also had more ideas. It's just... those thoughts are blocked now.

The car went straight to Los Angeles, where he had his own villa in Shakeout.

Walking into the house, an assistant took the car keys from him and went out to park the car. Another assistant came over, poured him a glass of wine, and handed it to John who was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.

John raised his hand, waved it lightly, and the assistant retreated silently, only John was left in the living room. Stewart was alone. He took a sip of wine, then took a deep breath, took out a folded white paper from his pocket, and unfolded the paper gently, as if displaying a work of art.

"Mr. Stewart, Mr. Kevin Caviezel is here!" An assistant walked in lightly, bent down and whispered in John's ear.

"Let him in!" John nodded.

After a while, I heard someone talking loudly, and then hurried footsteps. A tall, thin man in his fifties walked in and said loudly to John: "John, do you know that this time I What is it for, our show was taken down by Hansen's damn pig."

John didn't respond, nor turned his head, but quietly looked at the blank paper in his hand. His brows were frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

"John, are you listening to me?" Mr. Caviezel sat down, just opposite to John, and reminded John with some dissatisfaction. He is a funder and recently worked on a variety show with John, but But the effect is not good, and now it is in danger of being taken down by the director of the TV station.

"Yes, I'm listening!" John was still staring at the blank paper.

"What the hell is this? Isn't it just a blank piece of paper?" Caviezel leaned forward and saw the blank piece of paper. There was a smudge on the white piece of paper, which looked like a piece of steak.

"Steak? Did you draw it or take a picture?"

"No, I fell on it, flew out of my plate, and then fell in here!" John raised his head at this time and looked at Caviezel, "I say this, you will believe it ?"