Chapter 5 The Story of Immortal Monarch Hanyang

It's cute, with a fork in the left hand and a knife in the right hand, but it takes a lot of effort to cut a steak.

"Dad cut it for you." Zhang Han smiled and shook his head.

"Well...it's...small." Mengmeng reminded.

"Okay, little one."

Zhang Han cut the steak into small pieces, and then the father and daughter started their first slightly higher-end dinner after meeting.

Just after eating, Zhang Han's cell phone rang, and when he answered the phone, it was called by Liu Feng's subordinates, telling him that a series of procedures for the car had been prepared.

Half an hour later, we met downstairs in the hotel. Zhang Han put away the documents, went to the parking lot to take photos of Ferrari in all directions, and went back to his room to publish it on the used car website directly on his mobile phone.

The published price is only two million.

As soon as it was released here, on the other end, an employee of the website company who was just about to get off work suddenly saw this news.

Looking at it, the employee's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Manager! Manager!"

"What's wrong?" The manager frowned and said in a dissatisfied tone.

It's seven o'clock in the evening now, the get off work is delayed by two hours, and the subordinates are still yelling, which is inevitably annoying. He has already planned that if the subordinates are yelling, then he will clean up.

"Manager, come and see! Something has happened!" the employee shouted, and the shout instantly attracted the people who were about to leave, and they all looked sideways and came over.

The manager frowned and hurried over. When he saw the information on the screen, he stared and said in shock:

"What? Just bought a Ferrari 488 less than a month ago for two million?"

The manager's words made the surrounding people rush around, causing an uproar.

"This car costs 4.8 million yuan, and it sells for 2 million yuan? Is it true or false?"

"If it's true, whoever buys it earns it!"

"Yeah, if you buy it and resell it, you can also sell it for more than three million!"

"Is it possible that this person is in a hurry to use the money? Even if he is in a hurry, it is a bit sloppy, right? It is estimated that it can be sold in three days after hanging up to three million."

They know this, and of course the manager also understands. He hurriedly instructed his subordinates in front of the computer, saying:

"Quick, quick! Quickly block this news and give me the owner's phone number!"

The manager was ready to take down the car by himself. The subordinates in front of the computer hurried to operate it, while the other employees looked at the manager enviously.

This is also the strength of the manager. After all, he has money to operate. If they were replaced, they would not have two million in their hands, and they would not be able to play if they wanted to.

The manager dialed Zhang Han's number, and after discussing the time to see the car, he laughed and patted the subordinates who made great contributions, ready to reward him heavily after this incident.

The manager prepared and took a few men who tested the vehicle to the hotel where Zhang Han was.

After a series of checks, the manager was satisfied with an appointment to deal the next morning.

After finishing this, Zhang Han returned to the room with Mengmeng at nine o'clock in the evening.

"Ow." Mengmeng yawned, lying in Zhang Han's arms, and muttered, "Dad, people want to hear a story."

Listen to the story?

Zhang Han was slightly taken aback, he had never told anyone a story, but if his daughter wanted to listen, of course he wanted to tell it, sorted out the stories in his mind, and said:

"Then Dad will tell you the story of Snow White. The story is like this, there was once a Snow White..."

"Hmm... no, no, Bai and Snow White have heard it." Mengmeng shook her head and refused.

"Uh...then dad told you about Little Red Riding Hood..."

"don't want."

"Then Dad will tell you about the Seven Dwarfs..."

"don't want."

"That's the big bad wolf..."

"don't want."

"..."

Zhang Han told more than a dozen fairy tales that he knew in his mind, but the little girl had already heard it many times, and kept shaking his head and said 'no'.

for a while,

Zhang Han was a little confused.

After thinking about it for a long time, suddenly, Zhang Han's expression froze, came to an idea, and said in a negotiating tone: "Baby, do you want to hear the story of Xianjun Hanyang?"

"No... er?" Mengmeng was stunned, thought for a while, and realized that she had never heard of it, so she happily clapped her hands, "Okay, okay."

"Hey hey." Zhang Han cleared his throat, a smug look on his face, and said:

"Hanyang Xianjun, that's a great man. This story has to start from the earth."

"When Immortal Hanyang was on Earth, his life was unsatisfactory and he lived very miserably. He finally jumped off the edge of a cliff. Who would have thought, but unexpectedly entered a whole new world, that is, the realm of self-cultivation!"

"Hmm... Dad, what is the cultivation world?" Mengmeng asked in confusion.

"The world of self-cultivation is a huge world with countless planets and countless populations. In some places, a river is bigger than the earth, and in some places, a continent is almost as big as the Milky Way. In short, it is a very strange world."

"Xianjun Hanyang is very powerful in the world of self-cultivation. He has only spent five hundred years since he came into contact with the world of self-cultivation. Why is this? Because, he has an innate magical power named Smell the treasure nose, the nose can smell the smell of treasures, and since then, Immortal Lord Hanyang has never lacked treasures again."

"Although 500 years is a long time, in these 500 years, Immortal Lord Hanyang is either on the way to find treasures or on the way, and he has to learn particularly complex knowledge of self-cultivation. Very few and no friends, so it's lonely too."

"However, in the next few years, Immortal Monarch Hanyang cultivated to the peak of transcending tribulation. Before the calamity came, he traveled around the heavens and the world. What happened? He became famous all of a sudden!"

"He spends a lot of money, and just tipping others is enough for them to spend hundreds of years, so he has attracted people's attention wherever he goes.

"Domineering..." Mengmeng replied in a daze, subconsciously.

"Because of this, people have nicknamed Immortal Lord Hanyang, Immortal Lord Sancai."

With the praise of his daughter, Zhang Han's mouth was about to burst.

"But later, he was upgraded to a rich emperor and immortal monarch, because he is too rich, and one person's wealth is more than hundreds of super sects combined!"

"Some people like to call him Debao Xianjun. Every time there is a treasure in a place, if there is him, the treasure will be his in the end."

"There are a lot of nicknames, so Dad won't say it. It seems that Immortal Hanyang has nothing to do except hunt for treasures. After five hundred years in the cultivation world, he took action once, and that time was turned upside down. Immortal Hanyang crushed ten super sects. The door, there is no bound to be strong."

"However, no matter how strong he was, he never escaped the catastrophe. When he crossed the catastrophe, he met the legendary Jiuxiao Shenlei, and he took out N many treasures and did not block it."

"So, he went back to Earth."

Speaking of this, Zhang Han smiled, turned to look at Mengmeng, and said proudly:

"Do you know the name of Xianjun Hanyang? Haha, tell you, Xianjun Hanyang is your father and I... eh?"

When he turned his head, he saw that the little princess had fallen asleep, Zhang Han's face stiffened, and he felt like a complacent young man.

If this kind of appearance is seen by those who are familiar with Hanyang Xianjun in the cultivation world, it is estimated that it will subvert their three views.

Zhang Han's mouth twitched slightly, and he covered the little princess with a quilt. Looking at his lovely daughter, a gentle smile gradually hung on the corner of his twitching mouth.

"Next, we need to find a feng shui treasure land and plant the Thunder Sun tree and those seeds."

Zhang Han shook his head slightly and pondered.

It is easy to say that there is a Leiyang tree, even if it is not a Fengshui treasure, it will gradually become a treasure under its nourishment. The key is to find a good place.

"Where to go?"

Zhang Hanping lay down, took out the black Apple phone mailed by his sister, and opened the map of China.

He glanced for a while, and finally settled on a location on the south side of the map:

Hong Kong!

It seems like a random choice, but in fact there are layers of consideration.

Winter is coming, and the temperature in the north is gradually decreasing, which is not suitable for Mengmeng to play.

Moreover, Shangjing is the old nest of the Zhang family. Although the family is in decline, there are many branches and leaves. Zhang Han does not want to live under the eyes of the Zhang family.

Orient Pearl Linhai is the place of Zhang Han's mother's family. I remember that when my mother married, I had a lot of unpleasantness with the family, and they didn't seem to accept myself and my sister.

Aside from these metropolises, there are many green mountains and rivers to choose from, but Zhang Han did not choose.

To put it bluntly, these are all excuses. The reason why Zhang Han chose Xiangjiang is that Mengmeng's mother's company is in Xiangjiang, and now Mengmeng is not entirely her own.

After dealing with Zi Yan's affairs, where do you want to take Mengmeng to play, isn't it a matter of your mood?

Zhang Han is not optimistic about his relationship with Zi Yan, regardless of the identity of Hanyang Xianjun, even before this, Zhang Han is not optimistic.

The entertainment industry is too complicated. As Zhang Tian's identity as the fourth young master in the former capital, of course he also knows a lot of inside information. How many young girls sacrificed everything for their superiors? How many storms have the famous stars experienced, and in Fu Jia's eyes, how many stars are regarded as playthings.

In Zhang Han's view, the entertainment industry is like a big dye vat, and most people are dyed. Although Zi Yan is one of the few people with few scandals, this does not mean that Zhang Han will change his opinion.

"Take a trip that says go and go."

Zhang Han smiled and glanced at Mengmeng who was sleeping, and used his mobile phone to prepare for online booking.

The ticket was booked for the next afternoon, but when it came to payment, Zhang Han was stunned.

There is no money in a few bank cards, so I have no choice but to save some money tomorrow to buy tickets.

Just thinking about it, suddenly the phone dinged a message alert tone.

When I opened it, I found that 5,000 yuan had been deposited into the bank card.

Zhang Han's expression froze, and he booked a ticket directly at night.

Then he got up and walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and dialed Zhang Li's mobile number.

"Lily, I just received your money." Zhang Han said.

"Yeah." Zhang Li responded.

It doesn't sound like he is interested in talking, but Zhang Han knows that his sister still cares about him very much.

Five years ago, her parents disappeared. Zhang Li once thought that Zhang Han had caused trouble for many years. After leaving Zhang's house, she did not contact Zhang Han for more than a year.

Later, I learned that Zhang Han refused to leave in Shangjing in order to investigate the matter, and Zhang Li began to contact Zhang Han after he was very depressed.