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Chapter 255 A New Journey
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Facing the owner of the Blood Sand Martial Art Museum, he was so straightforward and submissive.

The people behind Fang Han were still surprised, apparently they didn't expect that he could afford to let go of it so rarely, and stopped trying to make jokes with words.

Directly in the form of profit, let Fang Han give up pursuing the issue of Xuesha Martial Arts.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

Fang Han felt that he admired people like Li Xiang very much, so he said, "Five thousand-year-old blood ginseng."

Hiss!
The sound of gasping immediately resounded at the scene, indicating that they were responsible for the global warming incident.

Li Xiang slipped the words of refusal into his throat almost instantly. Then, when he met Fang Han's gaze, and saw his incomparably playful expression, which was half a smile but not a smile, the words of refusal rolled down his throat After a while, I still couldn't blurt it out.

Turned into very sincere words, Fang Han said with an extremely serious expression: "This is what we should do. After all, we are at a loss in this matter. I think it is very cost-effective to be able to use this price as compensation, but the Blood Sand Martial Arts Center is not I can make the decision on my own..."

The senior executives of Xuesha Martial Arts Hall suddenly heard Li Xiang's words, and felt a little dissatisfied in their hearts. They felt that this was not the courage of a gym owner.

A different thought secretly appeared in my heart.

It's just that I didn't expect that Li Xiang would be so ruthless and plan to share all the responsibilities with everyone, this is too much!
Even if you don't say no, at least you have to bargain!
The senior executives of the Blood Sand Martial Arts Hall were slandering in their hearts, and just when they were about to speak out, they heard Fang Han's meaningful voice: "Oh, you mean, as long as I get rid of the people who don't think it's worth it, you can make the decision." Is that so?"

"No, no, no, the owner means that he can actually make decisions alone."

"That's right, we support the museum owner!"

"Compensation is a bit ugly. We mainly want to make up for it. Excessive behavior!"

Before Li Xiang could open his mouth, the senior executives of the Blood Sand Martial Art Museum spoke one after another, each with a very serious expression, as if they were seriously interpreting Li Xiang's words.

Everyone showed their support for the decision of Li Xiang, the owner of the Blood Sand Martial Art Museum.

Why Li Xiang can't make the decision is completely an illusion.

Fang Han looked at Li Xiang and said, "It seems that you are not incapable of making decisions!"

Li Xiang showed astonishment and a bitter smile, nodded, and said, "It seems that I can make the decision on my own, and I will make compensation according to what you said!!"

"very good!"

Nodding his head, Fang Han glanced at all the senior executives of the Xuesha Martial Arts Hall present, and said slowly: "To be honest, I am very envious of the owner of the Li Xiang Hall! Look at the senior executives of your martial arts hall, all of them are talents. , and the words are nice, no wonder the Xuesha Martial Arts School can become one of the three major martial arts halls in Chu City."

Li Xiang laughed again and again: "Hehe, it's easy to say, easy to say."

"Then please send someone to lead me to browse the treasures of your martial arts hall!"

Seeing this, Fang Han didn't go too far, and straightforwardly put forward another request of his own. He glanced at Li Xiang, landed on one of them, and said, "Let our deputy curator do it for you, my lord." I'm sick, so I can't lead the way myself, I'm really sorry!"

"It's ok!"

Waving his hands, Fang Han showed a look of indifference, and his eyes fell on the deputy head of the Xuesha Martial Art Museum, only to see the other party forced a smile, stood up tremblingly, and walked in front to lead the way.

……

Not long after.

Fang Han and the others came out of the Blood Sand Martial Arts Hall. Several students from the Dugu Martial Arts Hall beside them were holding boxes. There were as many as five boxes. Behind them, there were blood Many high-level executives of the Sand Martial Arts Hall saw them off, their expressions seemed incomparably enthusiastic, and they sent a group of people to the door.

Pausing at the door, Fang Han saw Zhou Nan, took out a check, and wrote a series of numbers.

Handed the check to Li Xiang who came to see him off.

Li Xiang, with a slightly pale face, took a glance out of the corner of his eye after receiving the check, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Good guy, it's only 300 million yuan.

The senior executives of the Xuesha Martial Art Museum behind Li Xiang also stretched their necks to look at the number on the check, their faces were not very good-looking, 300 million yuan, let alone five thousand-year-old blood ginseng, is not enough even for borrowing and collecting.

Zhou Nan seemed to have seen what Li Xiang and the others were thinking, and she said calmly: "Everyone in the Blood Sand Martial Arts Academy, don't think the money is low! The Tianmen Martial Arts Academy also has the same number."

The high-level executives of the Blood Sand Martial Arts Hall were all terrified, remembering Fang Han's domineering attitude, they could only swallow this bitter fruit.

Lost, it all went to grandma's house.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be sure. Why would I believe that this guy is the illegitimate son of some big man? It must be a rumor spread by those bastards in Tianmen Martial Arts Hall.

Ignore the bitterness on the face of Xuesha Martial Arts Hall, all the senior executives who pretend to be pitiful.

Fang Han took the students of the martial arts gym and left the blood sand martial arts gym one after another. Without the slightest nostalgia, he went directly to the location of 'Furong Martial Arts Hall', one of the three major martial arts gyms.

Seeing this scene, Li Xiang and the others looked at each other in blank dismay. In the end, they only heard Li Xiang wave his hand and say, "Let's not join in the fun!"

The senior executives of the Blood Sand Martial Arts Academy thought of the lost millennium blood ginseng, although they wanted to go and watch the show.

But thinking of the loss of their own family, they suddenly lost the mood to watch a good show. These resources were accumulated with great difficulty, and they disappeared all of a sudden.

The market price of a plant is 5 million yuan, and it is necessary to have channels and quotas for purchase.

It's okay to say in front.

The latter is not easily accessible to ordinary people.

This time, the Blood Sand Martial Art Museum brought in borrowed books and at least 25 billion yuan of thousand-year-old blood ginseng, and only received a check of 300 million yuan. Thinking about it, they were so depressed that they almost vomited blood.

But they still have no choice, firstly because of their wrongdoing, and secondly because of Fang Han's terrifying strength.

Thinking about them to this day is still a little creepy.

The most important thing now is not to watch any good show, but to have a serious and careful discussion on how to get to know the owner of the Dugu Martial Arts Hall from Yangcheng, 'Emperor Yan' Fang Han, through channels.

The senior executives of Xuesha Martial Arts also understood Li Xiang's thoughts, so they tacitly didn't watch the excitement.

A group of people began to turn back into the martial arts hall.

This scene was noticed by the meddling people in Chucheng, and seeing the direction Fang Han and the others were going, they were a little curious in their hearts, and quietly followed, watching from afar.

There is a certain distance between 'Furong Martial Arts Hall' and 'Blood Sand Martial Arts Hall', but fortunately, the speed of Fang Han and his party was not slow, and there was no delay on the way. It didn't take much time for the group to arrive at 'Furong Martial Arts Hall' Wuguan' door.

It seems that the news has been received, the owner of the Furong Martial Art Museum has already brought people to wait at the door.

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