V2.Chapter 842 (1/2)

It's not far from where Wang Fan and Wang fan are. It's only ten minutes' walk. He carries a schoolbag with money. After night, he and Liu Feifei come to the gate of the factory.

Ding Dong

Wang Fan rang the doorbell on the gate, waiting for the people in the house next to the gate to answer.

”Who is it?”

A hoarse voice came from the loudspeaker on the doorbell.

”Abel, I'm a friend of Xiaocui. I'm here to ask for your help.” Wang Fan whispered to the doorbell.

”Who? Xiaocui Asked the hoarse voice.

”Yes, didn't Xiaocui tell you? There's something we want you to help with Wang fan then explained.

”Why didn't Xiaocui come?” Asked the hoarse voice.

”Oh, Xiaocui said that she is not feeling well. She can't come with you tonight. Anyway, we have something to do tonight. Let Xiaocui have a day off. Abel, I'll bring you the money!” Hear the other party asked Xiaocui, Wang Fan quickly mentioned the money thing.

Sure enough, he was a greedy ghost. As soon as Wang Fan finished talking about money, the house beside the gate was pushed open.

The light in the house came out and shone on Abel at the door, pulling out a long shadow on the ground.

Because Abel's back is facing the light source, Wang Fan still can't see each other clearly, but it doesn't affect what Wang Fan will do next. He raises his schoolbag, shakes Abel at the door, and says with a smile, ”Abel, look here.”

Abel didn't speak at the door. He raised his hand and gently pressed the remote control in his hand. The door creaked to both sides.

Seeing that Abel opened the door, Wang Fan chuckled at Liu Feifei behind him and said in a soft voice, ”don't worry. Let's teach the old beast a lesson when things are done.”

”Good!” Liu Feifei returned with a cold face.

They murmured, then walked into the gate one after the other.

Abel, standing at the door of the room, saw Wang Fan and Liu Feifei enter the door. Before they came to him, he said in a deep voice, ”just stop and throw things in your hands.”

”Ah.”

Hearing Abel's words, Wang Fan agreed and stopped. He raised his hand and threw the bag with 100000 cash at Abel's feet.

Shua

Before the bag with money landed, Abel bent down and reached for the strap.

”Not bad!” Abel opened the zipper of his schoolbag, looked at the money in it, nodded his head and said to Wang Fan.

”Of course, when we are wandering in the world, we are talking about honesty.” Wang Fan said so, but he was on guard against Abel.

The schoolbag with 100000 yuan in cash, however, weighs six or seven Jin. If he throws it so casually, the weight will add a few points.

Abel's voice should be more than sixty years old.

But he took Wang Fan's bag in his hand as soon as he copied it. He picked up the bag and looked at the cash in the bag. This series of actions were done at one go, without any meaning of procrastination.

Let alone an old man like him, even a young man, I'm afraid it's hard to be so relaxed.