Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-Old Cow, Qin Lao Invites!

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The family drinks tea and chats at home, very relaxed and warm.

At this time, Lin Xiaoyao seemed to think of something and asked, "By the way, brother, did you answer the hail conjecture?"

This incident is still the news she saw today by swiping her phone.

However, the news only mentioned the school and its name, and there was no photo at all.

Originally, Lin Xiaoyao planned to call Lin Fan today.

Now, it is possible to ask in person.

Lin Fan responded, "Yes."

Lin Xiaoyao's eyes were immediately rounded, and she shouted, "Damn it! Awesome!"

Dai Weixue scolded: "Xiaoyao, the girl's family, don't pay attention to what she says."

Lin Xiaoyao said: "Mom, that's a hail conjecture! The world has not solved the problem!"

"Then you should also pay attention to your words... Do you still want to get married in the future?" Dai Weixue said.

Lin Xiaoyao said indifferently, "Why are you getting married? I'm married. Who should spend my brother's money?"

Time at home flies by like water.

In a blink of an eye, it was the next day.

Under the urging of his parents, Lin Fan ate lunch and drove the Mercedes-Benz Big G early towards Jiangbei.

As soon as he arrived at Panlong Villa, Lin Fan's cell phone in his pocket rang a brisk ringtone.

He glanced at the call notification, a look of surprise on his face.

Because, the caller is Mr. Qin Weiming.

Lin Fan still had a good impression of this old man.

Bold and generous.

And what's more important... If it wasn't for the hard work and hard work of Mr. Qin Weiming and the others, there would be no happy life today.

Without any hesitation at all, Lin Fan pressed the answer button directly.

"Old Qin, hello."

On the phone, Qin Weiming's hearty voice said, "Lin Fan, you are fine too!"

After a pause, Qin Weiming said again: "I came to Jiangbei with an old friend. He is not very well. If you are free, can you come and have a look?"

His character is like this, he talks about things, and doesn't like cornering and politeness.

In this regard, Lin Fan is not only not disgusted.

On the contrary... he also really likes this type of communication.

Qin Weiming's friend is probably also an old hero.

So, Lin Fan responded, "Okay, I'll come over here."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Fan added two more bags of tea leaves, and then drove the Mercedes-Benz Big G towards the distance.

It didn't take long for Lin Fan to arrive in front of the manor he had been to before... Just like that time, there was a sentry at the door.

Obviously, they had received the order long ago, and they did not block Lin Fan's vehicle at all, and immediately let it go.

At this time, Qin Weiming, Yue Zixiao with the badge of wheat ears on his shoulders, Hong Hanlin, the leader of Jiang Province, and others were sitting in the courtyard, playing chess, drinking tea, and chatting for a while.

After Qin Weiming heard the voice, he turned around slowly and said with a hearty smile, "Lin Fan, you are here at the right time, we just talked about you!"

Immediately, everyone present... all turned their attention to Lin Fan.

To know……

Everyone present was in high positions, and there was a strong aura around them.

Ordinary people, even if they face the gaze of any one of them, are afraid to tremble in fear and sweat, and dare not step forward.

However, Lin Fan was always indifferent.

He smiled and said, "I don't know what Mr. Qin is talking about?"

Seeing this, everyone nodded secretly.

Qin Weiming said, "I said your chess skills are very good, but this old guy still doesn't believe it!" As he spoke, he pointed to the old man sitting in a wheelchair next to him.

Lin Fan couldn't help but quietly looked at the old man.

Although, the old man was bony and wrinkled.

However, his turbid blue eyes were like an eagle flying for nine days.

The old man said, "My name is Zhang Jian, old man. Brother Lin, Lao Qin just said what you said was amazing..."

"But, I've always believed in seeing is believing. What's more, Lao Qin always likes to shoot guns everywhere."

"So, little brother Lin, can you accompany this poor old man in two rounds?"

Qin Weiming immediately blew his beard and stared: "When did the surnamed Zhang like to shoot guns everywhere?"

Zhang Jian smiled and said: "Why... expose your old bottom in front of so many people, afraid of being laughed at? Feeling angry?"

In fact, who dares to laugh at everyone present?

Qin Weiming jumped a little in a hurry and said, "Okay! Lin Fan, hurry up and kill him! Don't be polite!"

Lin Fan glanced at the chess table next to him and the boiling water that was gradually boiling, and said, "When I came, I brought some good tea here. Well, let me make some tea for everyone first."

"Then, let's drink tea and play chess, what does Mr. Zhang think?"

Standing behind Zhang Jian, the middle-aged man with the badge of wheat ears on his shoulders took a step forward and opened his mouth to say something.

To know……

Old leaders such as Zhang Jian and Qin Weiming could not eat just any food.

Even if it's just tea leaves.

However, Qin Weiming took the lead and said, "Okay! Let's make tea first!"

Then, he said to Zhang Jian, "I forgot to mention that Lin Fan's tea art is also a master!"

Zhang Jian said unexpectedly, "Really?"

At this time, Lin Fan had already walked over with two big bags of tea.

He put the tea leaves directly into the teapot, then poured a full pot of boiling water, and finally, poured them into cups.

Only then did he say, "Elder Qin, Mrs Zhang, and everyone... Please drink tea."

see this...

Zhang Jian couldn't help but glanced at Qin Weiming strangely.

That appearance, it seems to be saying... This is the master-level tea art?

Qin Weiming's face turned slightly red, and he called out, "Lin Fan, you didn't make tea like this last time!"

After all, he just blew a wave of Lin Fan's tea art.

It's just... just a slap in the face.

Lin Fan said, "It was too wasteful to do that last time."

Qin Weiming seemed to want to say something, but Zhang Jian said with a smile: "Not bad! It's easy to drink tea this way, and it's not wasted. I think it's pretty good!"

While speaking, he took the lead in picking up the teacup and pouring it into his mouth.

"Gollum!"

After drinking the tea, Zhang Jian froze completely as if he had been immobilized.

At this moment, Zhang Jian seems to have returned to the era of strong and prosperous years.

He no longer needs a wheelchair, he can carry a long spear, hold a machete, and run hard on the ground, knocking down one enemy after another...

Everything is so smooth, so easy!

Standing behind him, the middle-aged man with the badge of wheat ears on his shoulders saw Zhang Jian holding a teacup and didn't move for a long time, his heart suddenly tightened, and he asked anxiously, "Old leader, what's the matter with you?"

This shout finally brought Zhang Jian back to reality, and he sincerely praised: "Good tea!"

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