Although mobile phones have become relatively popular in 2ooo and many working-class people can afford it, a good mobile phone number can be as low as a few hundred yuan and as high as more than ten thousand yuan. In some circles, mobile phone numbers are sometimes a symbol of identity.

Although the mobile phone numbers used by Sanpao and Fatty were good numbers specially left by the mobile phone store, they just didn’t have four. If you want a number with eight or six, you have to add extra money. So when you see the number displayed on the phone, Sanpao was stunned.

"8 8? Who is so awesome? Sanpao, you kid answer the phone..." The fat man poked Sanpao with his elbow, and he also wanted to know who called the phone.

"Oh, answer, then answer..."

When Sanpao pressed the answer button, his fingers trembled a little, but he guessed that someone had made the wrong call. Not to mention himself, I'm afraid that no one of his relatives could know anyone with such awesome number.

"Hey, who?" After answering the phone, Sanpao didn't even have the nerve to report his name.

"Hmm? I...I am Peng Sanjun..."

I don’t know what the other party said on the phone, Sanpao’s expression suddenly became very strange. After hearing a few words, he spoke, “The Xuanqingzi you mentioned is next to me, I’ll give him the phone…”

Although the old Taoist priest has no sect or sect, he is a serious Taoist priest. Fang Yi is naturally a convert. His Taoist name is Xuan Qingzi. Lan Lian has heard the old Taoist priest call Fang Yi Xuanqing, but the fat man and Sanpao both called him the nickname of his charlatan back then, otherwise Lan Lian would recognize Fang Yi in the afternoon.

"It's that woman Lan Lian..." Sanpao made a lip lip to Fang Yi when he handed the phone to Fang Yi.

"I asked her to ask for a thousand eight million..." The fat man also opened his mouth at Fang Yi, but there was no sound.?

"Hey, Mr. Lan, are you thinking of me?" Fang Yi pushed the fat man's head that was leaning against his ear and took the phone and said, "It's so late, I wonder what happened to Mr. Lan to me?"

"Master Xuanqing, what happened back then. I haven't told you a word of thanks..." Lan Lian's voice came from the phone, "I went up the mountain to find the old god a few years ago, but the old god had already returned to the immortal. I didn't meet you that time. It turned out that you had already gone down the mountain..."

Although Lan Lian woke up after Fang Yi killed the president, Lan Lian could still hear the conversation between Fang Yi and Fatty. Fang Yi was both the one who killed and threw the corpse. She was grateful at the time. Fang Yi felt a little afraid, so she was so polite to speak at this moment.

"Dr. Lan, just say whatever you have..." Fang Yi interrupted Lan Lian's polite words and said, "My secular name is Fang Yi. Don't mention the Taoist name Xuanqing in the secular world..."

Looking at his current dress, Fang Yi always felt a little awkward when he heard his Taoist name. He felt that at best he was a little Taoist priest, so he could not afford the title of Taoist priest.

In fact, Fang Yi thought this way, he was a bit self-deprecating. He was a Taoist priest who had converted seriously. He also had notes in the Taoist Association, and with the identity of the abbot of the Taoist temple, Fang Yi's current status in Taoist Buddhism is not low. When he goes to any Taoist temple to show his certificate, he can be received by the abbot of the Taoist temple.

"Okay, then I'll call you Mr. Fang..." After hearing Fang Yi's words, Lan Lian said: "I have always wanted to thank Mr. Fang, but I don't have the chance. I want to invite Mr. Fang to dinner. I wonder when you have time?"

"Is eating fake? Is it because your illness is real?"

Fang Yi laughed when he heard this. He was not very polite to Lan Lian. The reason was that when Lan Lian pretended to be unconscious, Fang Yi saw it. So he always felt that this woman was quite scheming.?

"Mr. Fang saves me..."

After being silent on the phone for a while, Lan Lian said with a wry smile: "Lan Lian has been troubled in recent years. In the past, the old god said that Lan Lian and Mr. Fang still have a cause and effect in the secular world, so Lan Lian can only ask Mr. Fang..."

When the old Taoist priest gave Lan Lian the talisman, he once told her that this talisman can only keep Lan Lian worry-free for three years. But if he wants to eradicate the root, he will take it to his disciple in the future.

But at that time, Lan Lian was convinced that foreign monks could recite scriptures, and she didn't take the words of the old Taoist priest at all. It was not until three years later that the talisman was spontaneously ignited that she recalled this sentence, but the old Taoist priest had passed away and she could not find Fang Yi.

"The day after tomorrow, I should have time the morning after tomorrow. Then you come to Chaotiangong Antique Market to find me..." Fang Yi thought for a while. It seemed that he was going to go to the museum with Man Jun to sign a contract to repurchase the "Yongle Encyclopedia", and he really didn't have time to meet Lan Lian.

The master said that when he took action to save someone, he formed a causal relationship with this woman. If the cause is ahead, then there will naturally be a result later. People will continue to establish a causal relationship in their lives, which is also a process of cultivating the mind.

"Okay, then the day after tomorrow, will I still call you?" Although I wish I could see Fang Yi now, Lan Lian had strong self-control. She knew that Fang Yi could not help her at all. Now that he could agree to meet, she should be content.

"Well, this is still the phone number..." Fang Yi replied, then hung up the phone.

"Hey, what about the money? She didn't say thank you. I'll give you a thousand eight million?" Seeing Fang Yi hung up the phone, the fat man hurried over and said with a flattering smile: "Why did we say that we were also life-saving grace back then? Chairman Lan wouldn't be so inconsistent, right?"

"You boy, I've gone to the money..."

Fang Yi kicked the fat man angrily and said, "You are repaying your gratitude. That thing has passed. You and Sanpaoquan have forgotten it. No matter when, don't mention this matter again..."

"I know, can you not enjoy your mouth?"

The fat man muttered, but then he became excited and said, "Brother Yi, after signing the contract tomorrow, will you get the money? Then, let's go and see the house tomorrow?"

Sometimes even Fang Yi envies the fat man. This guy lives without any worries. No matter whether he has money or not, he can always find interest to make him happy.

"It should be that the payments there are already ready. It is said that you can transfer the money to Brother Man's account after signing the contract..."
Chapter completed!