Chapter 8: Decisively refuse

Chapter 8 Decisive Refusal

After resting in the hospital for two days, Ye Ziqin was anxiously discharged and returned to the company to continue to work, while Zhuo Bufan continued to practice with great concentration. Only real strength in this world is the capital of self-protection.

Zhuo Bufan stood next to a willow tree that was big by a human, and punched the tree trunk with a fist. The green leaves fell like rain, and the tree body was punched through a hole. If it hits a person, he might be able to punch him through. .

"The progress of cultivation is still too slow, the spiritual energy is too thin, and the medicinal resources are scarce. Even if there are old-year medicinal materials, the price is huge. Otherwise, I should first refine the Pei Yuan Dan, so that the cultivation can go further." Zhuo Bufan He retracted his fist and muttered to himself.

In fact, he has only broken through the third level of Qi training after only ten days after he was reborn. You must know that in a place with ample aura in the cultivation world, ordinary people also need a month. He re-trains and lays a solid foundation. It's a very fast speed.

He was thinking about taking money to buy medicinal materials like this, so he couldn't ask Ye Zi for money anymore, otherwise she would really treat herself as a little white face eating soft rice.

Moreover, the company is now encountering difficulties, and Ye Ziqin's economic pressure should also be great.

"Hey, I have to find a way to purchase medicinal materials to refine Pei Yuan Dan." Zhuo Bufan said inwardly.

As I walked thinking, I had already returned to the door of the villa unknowingly. A black Land Rover Range Rover was parked outside. When he saw him coming, a few black bodyguards got off the car.

Zhuo Bufan frowned. These few people were not others, they were Yinhu and Sanhu. Both of them had their arms wrapped in plaster and white bandages.

"You still want to seek revenge from me?" A murderous aura flashed in Zhuo Bufan's eyes.

"Mr. Zhuo, well, we didn't come to trouble you." Yinhu said with a flattering smile and kicked Sanhu's ass: "Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Zhuo."

Sanhu bowed his knees, nodded and bowed his waist and said, "Mr. Zhuo, I don't know Taishan, you adults don't care about villains."

Seeing the attitude of the other party, Zhuo Bufan's eyes showed doubts and smiled: "You didn't come to me for revenge, then why are you here?"

"Mr. Zhuo, it is our God who wants to see you, and we have prepared some delicacies in Zhenguan Yuan to wait for you to pass." Yinhu said.

Zhuo Bufan frowned. Zhenguanyuan is one of the most famous clubs in Jinzhou. The parking lot is filled with luxury cars such as Rolls-Royce Phantom and Porsche 911. If you drive an Audi in the past, you will be embarrassed to park in next to.

Zhuo Bufan has also heard of Chutian in his previous life, a big figure in West City of Jinzhou, who has a high status in the market, and serves as the chairman of the West City Chamber of Commerce, but in his previous life, he was unknown and had little contact with such people.

Yinhu's eyes wandered around and said: "Mr. Zhuo, don't worry, God really wants to meet you."

Hearing what he said, it seemed that Zhuo Bufan would not agree to be afraid of fraud.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head in his heart: "I was in the realm of cultivation in the previous life. How many giants, demon emperors, and saints died in my hands, and a place is powerful, how can I put it in my eyes."

He also wanted to know why this **** was looking for him, nodded and said: "Okay, I will go with you."

Yinhu hurriedly opened the door, invited him up, and the car galloped out of the villa area.

Zhenguan Club takes the meaning of Zhenguan Year of the Tang Dynasty. The decoration is antique, pear rosewood decoration, bluestone paving, and built by the river. Once you enter, you will have an illusion of crossing into ancient times.

An elegant waiter dressed in classical cheongsam led Zhuo Bufan and others to the door of the box on the first floor of the clubhouse.

Zhuo Bufan glanced at the waitress, and said in his heart: "The waiters here are also young and beautiful women in the university. The grades of the Zhenguan Club are really not ordinary."

Yinhu followed with a smile and said, "If Mr. Zhuo likes it, I will arrange for her to chat with you later."

Zhuo Bufan shook his head helplessly, this guy would be wrong about what he meant.

Pushing open the box door, Yinhu restrained his wretched temperament and cried respectfully: "God, brother."

I saw a middle-aged man sitting on the pineapple flower-wood chair in the box. He was dressed in a black Tang suit and was calm and majestic. At first glance, he was raised in a high position, majestic and majestic, with black eyes pierced under his sword brows.

Next to the middle-aged man stood a man with a back like a gun. He was in his early thirties. His hair was short and black. His whole body exuded a cold and fierce aura, like a sharp sword out of its sheath. Zhuo Bufan took a closer look. Look, the true essence flowing in the opponent's body is actually a martial arts master.

"It's just that the quality of the true yuan in his body is far inferior to the aura in my body. It is like the difference between RMB and US dollars. Even if his true yuan is ten times more than me, I can beat ten." Zhuo Bufan made a judgment in his heart.

The middle-aged man should be Chu Tian, ​​younger than Zhuo Bufan imagined, he was probably 45 or 66 years old, and he was full of energy.

"You're Zhuo Bufan? You hurt my subordinate." Chu Tian raised his head, and his squinted eyes flashed a brilliant light, he looked like a half-buddha and half-fairy, and his posture was very big.

Zhuo Bufan nodded without being humble or arrogant and said: "I am Zhuo Bufan, and you are the **** in their mouth?"

Chu Tian saw that he looked plain, without any eye-catching place, even because his skin was a little fair, it gave people a scholarly feeling, and his eyes showed a hint of disappointment, which seemed to be out of touch with the dark-jin master in Yinhu's mouth.

"Hmph, kid, how did you talk to our God?" The short-haired man who was like a gun stuck there coldly snorted, staring at Zhuo Bufan with hostility.

"Well, don't talk to guests like that." Chu Tian frowned unhappy, and immediately looked at Zhuo Bufan, with a gentle smile on his face: "Little brother, please sit down."

The city government, mind, and dealing with others without revealing flaws, it is not accidental that it has today's achievements.

Zhuo Bufan sat on the sofa and looked at him and said, "I don't know what is going on when you come to me?"

"Little brother, I heard you are so skilled and hurt two of my men, but the most lacking thing around me is talent. As long as you follow me, what will you want in the future?" Chu Tian said confidently .

Zhuo Bufan only understood now that the other party was here to call for surrender, how could he be a dogleg for someone else with a magnificent Nine Rank Immortal Venerable.

"I don't have this idea for the time being." Zhuo Bufan said with a calm expression.

Chu Tian looked stunned, a slight chill appeared on his face, and even the other subordinates frowned.

No one has ever dared to refuse God's request.

"Well, the young man is arrogant, wait for you to figure it out before you come to me." Chu Tian sighed and said slowly.

"But did he hurt Brother Tiger?" The younger brother frowned and said.

Chu Tian waved his hand, it seemed that he didn't care about this matter.

Zhuo Bufan got up and was about to get up and leave, suddenly heard a familiar voice:

"President Wang, I really can't drink anymore, or I will drink with you next time."