"Don't worry, I know this, don't think too much, ah." Chen Fan said, hung up the phone, this time he got up, and then breathed a long sigh and said to Xiaoman, "I always have to deal with my affairs one by one. Please help me see what the woman named Feng Yuanyuan has online! Zhongli was alarmed, this matter is so small."

"Oh." Xiaoman nodded and went to find a computer.

"You can help me see too, go." Chen Fan patted Luo Fei'er and drove her away.

"It's so incredible. What's going on!" Priest Huang Long read the newspaper in his hand for a while. He was very angry about Chen Fan's affairs. "Don't you be sarcastic? What a mess, the story made up! Are people now so unreliable? Annoying!"

"It's nothing strange about this. I guess Chen Fan is still too young. He seems to have provoked people! You have a win in competing with these people? As the saying goes, everyone can make money, destroy bones, and white can be said to you as black. Who dares to provoke?" An old man wearing a vest was a little bald and swayed his fan and laughed, "If you say that it's the information that comes from this day and month, anyone dares to call himself a reporter. At that time, such rumors and troubles were sentenced. Who dares to be careless without any foundation?"

"Now, we have to be sentenced." The little apprentice on the side came to serve tea, "but sometimes we don't care about them. These people hid in the secret and didn't dare to say anything. Anyway, the people who were eating melons didn't know anything. There were too many things that people listened to and believed, so we just followed the trend. In the past, this was called public opinion orientation, which was amazing."

"Yes, it's really scary. I think the group of people who don't do anything all day long will dare to call themselves teachers now. What's the point!"

"Yes, yes, paparazzi, etc.! It's just a bunch of despicable things! Look at how they call themselves? The little head calls reporters, the big head calls teacher, don't be timid! Think about it, what did the reporters do in the past? Undercover black factories, or just do reports on the front line, write articles based on facts, and do things based on conscience. At that time, he said he was a reporter, so he was very proud, but now? They are all stinky fish and rotten shrimps! Whoever has money is his father, who spends money to write, and there is no good deed to speak of!"

The old man holding the fan in his hand kept silting, "This is now. If this was my time, if such a turtle would catch him when he saw him catch him!"

"Who said no, it's so annoying." Taoist Huanglong also looked indignant, "Why did you bring me the most annoying person? He was like a liar! Whoever got me offended me!"

He hit the back of his hand on the newspaper, and it sounded like he was "hit even while lying down" and it felt really uncomfortable.

"Hey, you're so upset, there are so many people who are more upset than you! Are there fewer people mentioned here? It's not you!" The old man grinned, "After that, do you think this matter can be over? I don't think that boy Chen Fan is not a good guy, but I don't know what happened to him. Why hasn't he changed for such a long time?"

"Yes, why is there no movement?" Taoist Huanglong was also puzzled.

"I told me not to think about it. What's the point of guessing this! Before the storm, I always looked calm. Is Chen Fan easy to mess with? Those who provoked him in the past were all silly, but now the more he doesn't say anything, the more it makes people feel sad. You all know what kind of person Chen Fan is. He must be famous! He will catch anyone when he is not famous. Now he is rich and powerful, and can still suffer such a silence? Look, maybe he is holding up bad ideas somewhere! It's okay if he doesn't appear, but if he appears, he will definitely have a big problem!"

An old man walked in and smiled and carried a thermos. When Huang Long and the others saw the person, they quickly got up, "Oh, old man, you have to come out today!"

"I'm idle and have nothing to do, look at the excitement. Now that this matter has been so much trouble, everyone is waiting to see Cai'er! Can I miss this rare good thing? No!"

As soon as the old man possessed himself, he straightened his waist again. After one of them laughed heartily, the other several laughed apologetically.

At the same time, in a very old house of cards in a community, several old men were sitting next to a mahjong table playing mahjong. The smoke in the room was buzzing, and they were all choking.

"Realistically speaking, this matter has nothing to do with us, it is a personal grudge! But the woman deceived the gods and brought all the people in our ghost gates. This is a bit too much! To be honest, I can't stand it anymore. If it weren't for the little one at home, I would have wanted to clean up her!"

An old man wore a jade ring on his hand and was holding a cigarette in his mouth while playing mahjong. Although he didn't look up, his aura was really not low.

"Old Gada's words make sense. To be honest, it's not just you, but I can't stand such a coward! I read the newspaper, and the messy things written on it were. This morning, there were still people in the unknown and ran to me to ask me what I thought. I couldn't help it at that time, and I slapped him up! Mom, what's the matter? Why are there no one in our hell gate? With their slander, we don't even dare to say a lot? Then should we call a man!"

An old man next to him was not tall, but he looked very solid, with thick arms and wide shoulders. He looked like a trainer. He pinched a big cigarette pouch in his hand and put it down. Seeing that a gentle old man next to him didn't say much, he asked, "Hey, don't hold it in! Just say anything! Look at what you think about this!"

"Let's see what's the use of the boss? The boss is nothing to say. Let's talk about it! It's a coincidence that I'll tell you that this matter will come sooner or later! Don't you think that our boss is a little young? This time it's a test! As the saying goes, it's a mule or a horse to take it out for a walk. Don't worry about it here, as the future will take you longer, wait and see!"

He was holding a mahjong card in his hand, lit the table, and then lit it again, "It's really not possible. Let's take action again. We guys can't make people laugh, right? Don't worry, there are small things happening, and there are no big things. As long as the sky doesn't fall, we can hold it!"

"But that's all, that's all about our reputation in the Ghost Gate!"

The fat old man was a little anxious and frowned while on the side.
Chapter completed!