Chapter 29 Don’t I Have Any Face?

Zhang Fan is indeed a person who wants to make progress at any time.

He has come to this point, but he still wants to be the boss.

He immediately stood up and patted his chest to assure everyone.

"Everyone follow me, I know Zhou Xun, his sister is my fiancée."

"With me in front of him, he will definitely not dare to hide those materials privately."

"Let's go! Let's go together. If he dares not to give it to us, we will drag him out and chop him up." The crowd was indignant and walked towards Zhou Xun's villa with various tools.

Zhou Xun stood in front of the large French window on the third floor, wearing only a pair of shorts.

He was leisurely preparing to watch a good show.

But as he watched, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have become the protagonist of this show.

"Hey, don't say, they are all here, only Ye Ming and Gao Yao are missing."

Zhou Xun looked at these guys downstairs, all of whom had eaten his meat in his previous life.

Compared with the rich and powerful people in this community, they are small Karami. In the last life, Zhou Xun was an even smaller small Karami compared with them.

Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, and Zhou Xun, the shrimp, is no longer the small shrimp.

But in their eyes, Zhou Xun, the small shrimp, is nothing more than a shrimp that suddenly grew two big claws and became fatter and more delicious.

As the leader, Zhang Fan is quite imposing.

Although the temperature outside is minus 70 degrees Celsius, he puts on a modified executive jacket over his down jacket.

With his hands behind his back and leading the way, he looks like a big leader surrounded by a group of people to supervise and guide the work.

After all, Zhang Fan's Tao heart is very solid.

The end of the world is not scary, but losing the iron rice bowl is the scariest.

Without the iron rice bowl, then create one yourself, so getting the supplies from Zhou Xun is his first show.

As long as this thing is done well, there will be no worries about no one following him and listening to his command in the future.

Standing at the door of Zhou Xun's villa, Zhang Fan cleared his throat.

After shaking hands, he felt something was missing. It would be nice if someone handed him a megaphone at this time.

However, the conditions were difficult, so he could only make do with it.

"Zhou Xun, did you take the supplies in the warehouse?"

"I'll give you 10 minutes to hand over all the supplies, otherwise I'll have to write a document and criticize you in the whole community!"

"Only if you hand it over, this matter can be forgiven."

"If you insist on not changing your ways, you have to consider the consequences. I'm going to reconsider whether to marry your sister or not."

After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he was full of confidence. After all, in his mind, criticism was an extremely severe punishment.

Zhou Xun would not dare to disobey him. After all, his sister loved him so much, and he was a crazy sister-loving demon.

"Get out of here, you have a brain problem!" A yellow-haired young man stood out from the crowd and kicked Zhang Fan out.

"What the hell time is it, and you are still talking to me about this bullshit."

"You are a complete idiot, your brain is full of bubbles."

"Stop talking nonsense, grab your weapons and break the door."

This yellow-haired young man, named Wang Yaowen, is a famous internet celebrity.

The villa in Xingfu Garden was built by him with his flower hands, one after another.

After he became successful and famous, he was no longer popular, so he immediately changed his career and became a master, and took in a group of younger brothers.

He broadcast live in his villa all day long, doing social shaking, but he didn't expect to become popular again.

After entering the live broadcast PK to bring goods, he made a lot of money.

As long as the flower hand is good, there will be no shortage of girls.

Among the dozen apprentices Wang Yaowen took in, more than half are little girls.

Young people are hot, and all of them are only wearing simple cotton clothes, and they are very cold-resistant.

Wang Yaowen led the charge and kicked Zhou Xun's cast iron door.

"Fuck, this guy poured cement into the door, it's so hard."

"Fuck, you broke my favorite Chelsea, which was blessed by the ancestors, you must pay for it."

"Go back and get your tools, pry the door open for me!"

A dozen spirited guys and girls immediately ran towards Wang Yaowen's villa.

After a while, everyone came back with something in their hands, cursing and swearing.

When the other residents saw this, they were a little scared, afraid of suffering an unexpected disaster.

They all went back to their homes, ready to watch a good show, and then come out to divide the supplies after the dust settled.

After being kicked aside, Zhang Fan had already slipped away.

Before leaving, he looked at Zhou Xun standing in front of the French window with hatred, his eyes extremely resentful.

"Open the door!"

"Fuck you, if you dare to damage Brother Wen's shoes, you are offending our ancestors."

"You must kowtow and confess your sins in front of the tablet of the ancestors, and open the door for me (my mother)!"

This group of spirited young men and girls cursed and smashed Zhou Xun's door with the iron rods and tripods they brought.

They wanted to break in, first rob the supplies, and then let Zhou Xun pay the corresponding price for their beliefs.

After all, the social shake has developed for so many years, and the master system is the same.

In their hearts, the master who created the shaker in the 1920s is a god.

Zhou Xun was wearing shorts, standing upstairs, watching them quietly, not panicking at all.

Hot water was boiling on the stove. Today was the Little New Year, and Zhou Xun was preparing to eat dumplings to celebrate.

They were tired of smashing, and in such a cold temperature, they were sweating all over.

It can be seen that they all used their full strength.

But when they saw Zhou Xun's door, they were all dumbfounded.

The door looked tattered, and the plastic shell on the surface had been torn apart by them.

But there were only a few small white spots left on the steel plate inside.

Not to mention being broken, there was not even a crack that could fit a hair.

These spirited young men and little girls took a breath of cold air.

"This door is harder than a turtle shell. No matter how hard you hit it, it will never be broken open."

"How did this guy think of installing such a door? He is simply perverted."

Wang Yaowen also saw the door. This is because he was prepared for a rainy day and expected the end of the world to come, so he did all this. No wonder he was so fearless.

However, the villa will not have legs, and Zhou Xun can't run away. Moreover, there is only one person, so there is always a way for him to open the door by himself.

"Okay, you are awesome, let's wait and see!"

Wang Yaowen gestured his fist at Zhou Xun in front of the window.

He was going back with a group of apprentices.

Zhou Xun saw that they were going to leave like this, how could he accept it.

He had his door smashed for no reason, and he didn't even say a word, how could he save face.

He opened the window and shouted at Wang Yaowen.

"Hey, your name is Wang... Wang what?"

"Forget it, I'll call you Xiao Wang from now on."

"You come and go as you please, without giving me an explanation, is this justified?"

"You line up now and shake for me for a while, and I won't pursue this matter."

"If you shake well, there will be a reward."

Zhou Xun took the cooked dumplings, ate one dumpling with a bite of garlic, and ate them so sweetly.

The aroma of the dumplings filled with pure mutton was everywhere, and several little girls were crying with greed.

They had been eating rice boiled in water for four or five days, and they were so hungry that the airport was almost turned into a basin.

"Brother Wen, it's dumplings."

"Brother Wen, how about we shake it?"

"Brother Wen, shake it, the ancestors said, as long as there are audiences, anywhere is a stage."

......

Wang Yaowen looked at the dumplings Zhou Xun was holding, and his eyes were also burning with anger.

His stomach was churning, and the acid rushed straight to his throat, but he swallowed it forcefully.

What those girls said just now were all the lies he brainwashed them with.

Otherwise, how could he tie them to his side and make money for himself.

In the past, he had no money and could be shameless, but now that he has money, he must earn back his face.

Zhou Xun was just exposing his scars nakedly, how could Wang Yaowen do as he wished.