Chapter 45

Beside him, a young man was attending to him, one of Steel Neck's men, who said Steel Neck had just left a while ago.

Fang Tianfeng walked to Xin Laosan's bedside, grabbed his hand, and sighed, "I never thought that after just a few days, you would be so ill. I won't say more about other things. From today on, all our grudges are forgiven."

When touching Xin Laosan, Fang Tianfeng not only used the Qi-Viewing Technique to check his illness but also used Primordial Qi to enter the place where the Sword of Disease had erupted, examining the details. This gave him a clearer understanding of the destructive power of the Sword of Disease, which was the main reason he came here.

The disease aura on Xin Laosan's body was as thick as two fingers and connected to the disease aura in his brain, which was very dense.

Theoretically, a disease aura as thick as two fingers could be cured, but in reality, the Sword of Disease had already damaged Xin Laosan's brain tissue. Unless Fang Tianfeng personally intervened, no one could restore the damaged areas.

Fang Tianfeng took out a thousand yuan and placed it on the bed, smiling, "Big Brother San, rest assured and get well. I believe you will be fine."

Xin Laosan's eyes were moist, and he mumbled incoherently, but his meaning was clear: he was grateful that Fang Tianfeng had come, and he had made a mistake in the past.

Fang Tianfeng patted Xin Laosan's hand, stood up, and showed a meaningful smile that no one but Xin Laosan could see.

Xin Laosan suddenly remembered what Fang Tianfeng had said at the hot pot city that day.

"If you really know you were wrong and don't want to take revenge, then let bygones be bygones. However, whoever tries to harm me will suffer the consequences. I believe you will be fine."

The last sentence was exactly the same as what Fang Tianfeng had just said.

Xin Laosan felt a chill all over his body.

Fang Tianfeng turned around, took out two hundred yuan, and handed it to the attendant, smiling, "You and Xin Laosan are not related, yet you are taking care of him here. I am very moved. This two hundred yuan is for you to buy cigarettes."

The attendant tried to refuse, but Fang Tianfeng insisted and then left in large strides.

The attendant put the money away and said, "Big Brother San, who is he? He is really a good man!"

Xin Laosan's whole body trembled.

Xiao Tao followed Fang Tianfeng back to Chang'an Garden, dropped him off at the villa, and then walked towards the security booth.

Xiao Tao was initially quite happy, but as he thought about it, he suddenly realized something was off. No matter how good-hearted Fang Tianfeng was, he wouldn't visit an enemy and give money. Something was definitely wrong!

Xiao Tao carefully recalled the events of the past few days, especially Fang Tianfeng's words, and suddenly felt a chill.

"I don't know if this is revenge or a good deed."

Xiao Tao turned and glanced at the villa, then lowered his head and quickly left.

Fang Tianfeng watched Xiao Tao's back and smiled.

A danger had been nipped in the bud, unnoticed by anyone.

Fang Tianfeng opened his hand, and three swords appeared in his palm: blue-black, gray, and black, like ice and jade, with their tips pointing down, floating in the air, emitting a strange aura.

He clenched his hand, and the swords disappeared.

The construction site accident had been five days, and the construction team still couldn't resolve it.

In the afternoon, Zhang Bowen called, saying they had hired a more experienced construction team and hoped Fang Tianfeng could help check if this team could solve the problem.

Zhang Bowen took Fang Tianfeng to the construction site. Fang Tianfeng used the Qi-Viewing Technique to look at the construction team leader and then checked Zhang Bowen's luck, saying this team could do it.

Both sides were pleased.

Mr. Lu, who had lost the bet, was willing to admit defeat and had arranged a dinner at Yujian Hotel to apologize.

In the evening, Fang Tianfeng and Shen Xin went to Yujian Hotel. On the way, they received a call from Mr. Meng.

"Master Fang, you are really not fair!"

"What? What did I do?"

"You made Lu's son suffer so much, why didn't you call me to watch the show? After all, this matter is related to me."

"You really enjoy the spectacle. Come if you want, it's good to have a witness."

"You won't really make him bark like a dog, right? I wouldn't do that."

"We'll see."

"Alright, I'll come right now, I'll be there soon." Mr. Lu was eager.

After parking the car, Fang Tianfeng and Shen Xin walked towards the main entrance of Yujian Hotel. Zhang Bowen was standing at the door, talking with Mr. Meng, Mr. Li, and Shi Weicheng. A mixed-race model stood beside Mr. Meng. They all saw Fang Tianfeng and hurried over.

Fang Tianfeng smiled, "Mr. Meng, you've been waiting for days, right?"

"Master Fang, you have keen eyes. I knew three days ago and have been waiting for today to see him humiliated."

Fang Tianfeng looked around and didn't see Mr. Lu, so he asked curiously, "What's going on between you two?"

Mr. Meng smiled, "Nothing much. A friend opened a slow dance bar, and I was invited to support it. Karina was the lead dancer. To support my friend, I sent more flowers, which led to a small misunderstanding with Mr. Lu. I didn't want to cause trouble, but Mr. Lu, the young master, said his father was the deputy director and would make us suffer. As you can see, I, Meng Decai, am fine, and Karina is still with me."

Fang Tianfeng and Mr. Meng had only known each other for a short time, and others called him Mr. Meng, Old Meng, or Fat Meng. This was the first time Fang Tianfeng heard his name.

"Mr. Meng, give me your business card," Fang Tianfeng said.

Mr. Meng was a bit embarrassed, then took out his business card, "My name is a homophone. The original meaning is Cao Mengde's talent, but the police officer who registered me wrote it wrong, making it vulgar."

Fang Tianfeng looked and saw it was indeed Decai, not Decai.

Shen Xin joked, "Mr. Meng, do you want wealth or talent without money?"

Mr. Meng laughed, "Of course, I want wealth! I've had no great ambitions since childhood. A little money to last a lifetime is enough for me. To be honest, I might have today's success all because of my name, Decai."

Everyone laughed, and under Zhang Bowen's lead, they went inside.

Mr. Meng said unhappily, "It seems Mr. Lu is still putting on airs and is not very willing."

Fang Tianfeng finally realized that since Mr. Lu had arranged the dinner to apologize, he should at least come out to greet the guests. Not showing up was suspicious.

Mr. Li smiled, "Mr. Lu is young and has a thin skin. It's not a big deal, really."

Shi Weicheng was unhappy, "Master Fang is even younger."

When they went upstairs, Fang Tianfeng saw Mr. Lu standing with four people in the corridor. Two of them were shareholders he had met before, and the other two were obviously friends Mr. Lu had invited to support him.

Seeing Fang Tianfeng, Mr. Lu was about to welcome him, but when he saw Mr. Meng, his face fell. He continued walking forward, but when he saw the mixed-race model, he couldn't hold it anymore and turned to walk into the private room in anger.

Mr. Meng laughed and shouted, "Little Lu, why are you running? Call out a few times for me to hear!"

Fang Tianfeng just smiled, as if these matters had nothing to do with him.

Shi Weicheng touched his face and said with a sense of schadenfreude, "Why do I feel a bit of pain?"

The four people on the opposite side hesitated for a moment, then walked over and introduced themselves. One of them hinted that he was dragged here reluctantly, while another didn't say much. However, Mr. Meng took the initiative to shake hands.

Everyone entered the private room, and Mr. Lu was sitting in the main seat, looking extremely unhappy.

Mr. Lu threw an ICBC card on the table, "Master Fang, this is the agreed ten thousand yuan. The password is 123456. Thank you for helping us predict the accident in advance. I keep my word. I believe you are a transcendent master, and if needed, I will declare that you are not a fraud."

Fang Tianfeng nodded, took the money, and said, "I believe Mr. Lu is a man of his word. I, Fang Tianfeng, don't dare to say much, but whoever owes me and doesn't pay will have bad luck! Since Mr. Lu said he is hosting the dinner, let's drink."

Everyone looked at Fang Tianfeng in surprise.

Mr. Lu was silent for a moment, then stared at Fang Tianfeng and asked, "Master Fang, are you really forcing me to drink?"

"Wrong, you are forcing yourself."

"Alright." Mr. Lu then asked the waiter to bring a bottle of Jian Nan Chun and drank three small glasses in a row.

Fang Tianfeng finally smiled, "Not bad, Mr. Lu indeed keeps his word."

Mr. Lu's body swayed, and he said, "I just got a call from home, something came up, I have to go. Master Fang, you all enjoy yourselves. I've already arranged for this table to be on me."

Mr. Meng sneered, "Call from home? Who are you trying to scare?"

Fang Tianfeng was taken aback. With his limited experience, he wouldn't have understood that Mr. Lu was invoking his father's authority if Mr. Meng hadn't explained.

Mr. Lu glared at Mr. Meng and said, "Fat Meng, don't push me to the breaking point!"

"You've already done it!" Mr. Meng sneered, "What do you mean by saying those who eat with Fat Meng are not your friends? If it weren't for Master Fang's divine prediction, and if it were my other friends, would you dare to show me a chicken? What do you think I'm here for today!"

Mr. Lu's face turned white. If he had directly confronted Mr. Meng, his two friends might have said a few words in his defense, but his actions were too dishonorable. He couldn't face Mr. Meng and instead went after Mr. Meng's friends, and even said it in public, making it hard for others to support him.

This time was different from the last. In the slow dance bar, it was a matter of jealousy, and no one would make a big fuss. But this time, Mr. Meng was in the right.

Fang Tianfeng re-evaluated Mr. Meng. He never expected that this usually cheerful, self-proclaimed small businessman would be so ruthless when it mattered.

Mr. Lu looked at Fang Tianfeng.

Fang Tianfeng shrugged, "Don't look at me. We had a bet, and you need to resolve your issues with Mr. Meng yourself."

Mr. Meng pointed to the bottle of Jian Nan Chun, "I won't make it hard for you. There's not much left. Finish the bottle, and we'll call it even."

A whole bottle of wine was about a liter, and it was only 38 degrees, so drinking it wouldn't be a big deal, but it would be a huge loss of face.

Mr. Lu gritted his teeth, thought for a long time, and then picked up the bottle.

"I was young and hot-headed, and I said things I shouldn't have. I apologize to Mr. Meng!" Mr. Lu said, and then drank the whole bottle in one go, choking and coughing at the end.

Mr. Meng resumed his usual smiling face, "That's right. Why hold a grudge over a small matter? Perhaps we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

Mr. Lu forced himself to endure the discomfort and said, "Everyone, enjoy your drinks. I'll leave first."

Fang Tianfeng said, "Since Mr. Lu is hosting, let's all see him off. We can't be too impolite." He then took the initiative to support Mr. Lu.

This made others unsure of the situation. Shen Xin's face showed a hint of worry, but she ultimately chose to trust Fang Tianfeng.

Everyone saw Mr. Lu off, out to the main entrance. Mr. Lu said, "Goodbye, everyone."

"Wait!" Fang Tianfeng's voice suddenly rang out.

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