Chapter 25 Meeting

Chapter 25 Meeting

Pan Huashan went back to his room to rest for a period of time. Pan Hongsheng and Zhang Bowen discussed how to deal with these 'her own family', but they didn't discuss that Xiaomei's food on the other side was ready.

The table is not big, and only four people can sit down. Pan Huashan and his own son sit opposite, next to Zhang Bowen.

At this moment, Pan Huashan no longer wants to have the feeling of being thin as he had just now. Although he still looks a little decadent, his momentum is faintly changing. It seems to be a mad lion that is about to wake up. Even if it is just eating quietly, it gives people a feeling that cannot be underestimated.

"The master can't use so much red melt grass. It's enough to separate one leaf for a while. You can keep the rest or I can help you collect it. The white turtle is not in a hurry to take it. A piece of red melt grass is enough for you to stand in the family." Pan Huashan said while eating.

Pan Hongsheng has never seen him drink, and occasionally smokes two cigarettes.

"Take the rest. I don't have a place." Pan Hongsheng nodded and said that he felt that Red Melt Grass might help Pan Huashan's recovery.

Looking at Pan Hongsheng, Pan Huashan didn't say much. He just added a piece of meat to Zhang Bowen, who kept eating rice, and ordered an order for Pan Hongsheng.

"Be careful of a few people there. I'm afraid the only ones in the Pan family are Lao Si and Lao Qi. I'm Lao Jiu. Now it's hard to count the people of the Pan family. The remaining few people are careful by themselves." Pan Huashan hesitated for a moment and told him again.

He doesn't want to say this. He prefers to let the child walk by himself. At worst, he just wipe his buttocks by himself, but now it seems to be a little difficult to wipe his buttocks.

"I just saw the seventh and fifth uncles at the door. Their strength is good, but they are a little worse than me." Pan Hongsheng smiled, with a little confidence and a little indifference in his eyes.

The realm of refining the gods is almost integrated with nature. Pan Hongsheng does not show it. Even Pan Huashan does not know the level of the other party. If you rely on feelings alone, it will always be the late stage of refining the god.

"Just be careful. If you have a chance to help me find a scene, the boss of the Pan family will wear small shoes for me after I'm injured. With your son, I will be relaxed." Pan Huashan said lightly, but his eyes stared at his son without a trace.

"Hmm." After nodding, Pan Hongsheng showed a big smile. He couldn't tell whether he promised to find the scene or the name of Pan Huashan.

With a relieved smile, Pan Huashan asked Xiaomei to add some food for the two cubs. Then he walked to the balcony of the living room and took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer.

"Young man, can I have one?" Pan Huashan asked with a smile. It is true that a cigarette competes over the living immortals after dinner. When he saw Zhang Bowen stabbed in the toilet before, he actually found something, so he simply took out a bag of jade and gave it to him.

"Thank you, uncle." He nodded gratefully, and Zhang Bowen put it directly in his pocket. This tutor made Pan Hongsheng strange. It seemed that the person sitting next to him was no longer the Zhang Bowen who cut his mouth and scolded him.

After a meal, I took a short break. The three of them sat on the sofa chatting and watching TV. After Xiaomei finished washing the dishes, she read alone in the room and didn't come out until eight o'clock in the evening.

"Hongsheng, Bowen, you two go. Just turn out from here and go straight to the door. We don't have to worry about it." Looking at Xiaomei coming out, Pan Huashan nodded and then said to the two, and the two who heard Pan Huashan's words did not talk much nonsense and directly got up and left.

It was very late in winter. As soon as Pan Hongsheng and Zhang Bowen came out, a gloomy wind hit. Fortunately, both of them were there, and Zhang Bowen seemed to suck up. Ma took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He smoked three or two mouthfuls and lit another one, and spit out a long cigarette ring.

"Brother Sheng, will you do it later?" Zhang Bowen asked softly.

"I don't know. Go and have a look first. You don't need to do it. Just take the leaf of the red melt grass." Pan Hongsheng shook his head and said, and the two went straight to the north room.

Although it is dark, the whole Pan family courtyard still looks brightly lit.

As a family passed down from generation to generation, a short meeting at eight o'clock every night and a meeting every month will never fall behind. After all, any delay in any news will cause millions or even tens of millions of losses to the family.

Of course, this is just a formality. Generally speaking, there is nothing wrong with it, but at this moment, the North Room Lobby is already overcrowded.

The news of Pan Hongsheng's return has been circulating in a few hours, and all the small children of the Pan family have a feeling of panic.

An old man has dug out nearly one-fifth of all the assets. Who is still the opponent of the two swords, especially after hearing that this child came in with a pair of fists like Pan Huashan.

In the final analysis, Pan Huashan is also Zhang Bowen of many people, but Pan Hongsheng is nothing. He has never entered the door of the Pan family for two generations. When he comes, he has an arrogant face. Everyone wants to suppress and suppress it. It is also a good thing to give himself and vent his anger.

The room in the north room is simply a huge thing compared with the place where Pan Huashan lives. The simple and old furniture and style seem to have the feeling of a rich landlord in the old society. Sitting in the middle is an old man with white hair and beard. A white dress looks a little fairy-fashioned, with the back. The screen driving to the east of the crane does have a sense of living immortality.

The lower left seat of the old man is an oblique seat. There is also an old man sitting on it, but it is obvious that he is much younger. There are no wrinkles on one face, and his hair is dark and his face is ruddy. He is looking at the two rows of people sitting upright below without saying a word.

There are ten people in each row of the two rows of seats below. Everyone sits next to each other in order, from the eldest to the old nine. Lao Qi, who had fought with Pan Hongsheng before, was also there. A group of big men sat upright one by one, and there were three or two little young children standing behind them, with the same expressionless face.

"Master, Pan Hongsheng, Pan Huashan's son, came today. After hurting Lao Qi, he walked in arrogantly. Jiasheng was also injured." It was Lao Wu who spoke, and instead of standing up, he said casually.

After all, it is a modern society. The old man does not restrict human rights. If he wants to speak, he says he doesn't want to leave directly. It has always been like this.

"And then?" The old man sitting on the side asked, and there was no expression on his face, and the white-haired old man sitting on the front seemed to hear nothing.

"Let them in, but they took it directly to Pan Huashan." Lao Wu continued to say.

"Why is there a conflict?" The old man continued to ask, and there was no emotion in the voice.

"There are two people, and the other is not Pan. We blocked it at the beginning, but later the strength of the other party obviously overestimated our expectations. In the end, we can only put it in first." Lao Wu said with a little ugly face and seemed to be a little unwilling.

"Nonsense!" The old man sitting in front of the screen suddenly said two words and hummed and closed his eyes again.