The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 100 Just Buying a Phone

"Heh, it’s you." Zhang Fan looked at Qiu Shaoqian, puzzledly asking, "Where’s your son? With that palm strike, how many bones did I break?"

Zhang Fan really wanted to know how formidable his Thunderclap Palm was, having diligently practiced for over an hour.

If there weren’t any results, he wouldn’t be content.

Liu Daquan’s face turned utterly pale, he looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief. This kid, he hit Qiu Shaoqian’s son? Damn it, fuck, why does this plot seem so familiar?

He turned his head to look at Liu Fei, who was a mix of shock and terror, sweat pouring from his forehead.

His own son had been hit by Zhang Fan, hadn’t he?

Qiu Shaoqian hurriedly said with a smile, "That bastard, not recognizing Taishan when he sees it, only broke a few ribs, but I was thinking you might give him a good lesson indeed."

As he spoke, Qiu Shaoqian quickly stuffed a card into Zhang Fan’s hand, and then pulled out a purple card and put it into Zhang Fan’s hand as well: "This is my family’s KTV, next time you go there to play, it’s totally free."

This time, Zhang Fan did not refuse. As the saying goes, you don’t slap a smiling face, right? The time he snapped that five million bank card before, that was because he was angered. Now, well, if someone is licking your boots and handing you money, you can’t still slap their face, right? In life, you shouldn’t be too pretentious.

When the people around saw the card in Zhang Fan’s hand with a staggering amount of funds, their eyes nearly popped out. Shit, that’s ten million yuan.

Fuck, why is there such a huge gap between people, ten million yuan, and it’s a gift at that. This is simply unbearable.

Several somewhat attractive girls around perked up again. In their eyes, Zhang Fan was like a walking cash tree. To go for it, or not?

Even if they get rejected, it would still be worth a try.

"Handsome, are you free tonight?"

A slender girl cooed as she threw coquettish glances at Zhang Fan.

Are you free tonight? The implication was quite clear. To put it bluntly, was he free for a fling?

Zhang Fan’s gaze then shifted, and he had to admit, the girl had a great figure, especially her legs; for a leg man, it was irresistible. Only, her chest was just too small, only a B-cup.

Zhang Xiaoyuan instantly became angry and roared, "Not free, get lost."

The scent of jealousy in the air suddenly grew stronger.

The girl was not willing to give up, ten million yuan, plus Zhang Fan’s lavish aura before, even a one-night stand could secure a life of abundance for her.

"What do you count for, I’m asking the young man, not you," the girl said defiantly.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was livid, grabbing Zhang Fan’s hand, and stormed out.

"Wait, you haven’t taken your card yet." Zhang Fan said, picking up the Black Gold Card given by his mother-in-law, and paused next to Liu Da.

"Bring the POS machine. I smashed your store, but I still have to pay for it," Zhang Fan said.

Liu Da’s back was drenched in cold sweat. What a joke, Qiu Shaoqian was already flattering with money, for just smashing his store, how could he dare to ask for compensation.

"Big brother, just go on, it’s nothing, just a store. You’re welcome to smash it anytime, I can afford this little amount," Liu Da quickly said with a smile. Although he wasn’t as magnanimous as Qiu Shaoqian, splashing out ten million just like that, the store’s renovation wasn’t that much money; just a few glass counters, TVs, and some phones, all small money.

Zhang Fan chuckled lightly, then said, "Then I won’t be polite, see you, I’ll come by when I have some free time."

Liu Daquan’s body trembled, and the cold sweat on his forehead grew more and more, damn it, he was just joking about coming back later? Spit, could his shop even endure such torment?

At that moment, Liu Daquan had an idea, he would sell his shop tomorrow and just open another one somewhere else if necessary; if he couldn’t afford the trouble, he could at least avoid it, right?

"Let’s go, let’s go outside and look at cellphones," Zhang Fan said, holding Zhang Xiaoyuan’s hand and walking towards the exit.

All of a sudden, the crowd that had been tightly surrounding them instantly parted to make a way.

Freaking hell, if they dared to lay hands on a local tycoon’s son, what was he? A bunch of guys, afraid that Zhang Fan might suddenly lash out and beat them up, quickly kept a distance of two meters from him.

A few girls purred as they stretched out their hands, "Handsome brother, leave a contact method, please."

Feeling the unwanted touches on his body, Zhang Fan hurriedly quickened his pace.

"Hmph," Zhang Xiaoyuan huffed in dissatisfaction.

After Zhang Fan had left, Qiu Shaoqian then stared at Liu Daquan with a stern face, "You son of a bitch, how dare you talk to this young man like that, do you know who he is? A lifesaver of the Ye family, damn it, why did I choose to do business with you? We shouldn’t deal with each other anymore."

Having said that, Qiu Shaoqian quickly followed behind Zhang Fan, "Young man, wait for me."

Liu Daquan gritted his teeth and slapped Liu Fei across the face, "You bastard, always causing me trouble, your allowance from now on will be 2000 a month, and I’m freezing your card, and don’t even think about driving the car anymore."

Having said this, Liu Daquan stood up and tremblingly ran towards Qiu Shaoqian.

Damn it, that’s a business deal worth tens of millions, how could he just give up on it.

Liu Fei only felt a burning sensation on his face, but now, he had no time to feel the pain on his face, his eyes still filled with shock and fear.

"Get lost, don’t let me see you again," Liu Fei yelled at the stupefied Wang Jing.

"Hey, young man, you’re here to buy a cell phone?" Qiu Shaoqian stood behind Zhang Fan and immediately raised his voice, telling the shop attendant, "Bring out your best cell phone."

The shop attendant looked baffled, seeing all the people following behind Zhang Fan and wondering, who is this guy? Why are all these people following him? Could he be a celebrity?

"What are you dazed for, hurry up and get it," Qiu Shaoqian shouted.

Zhang Fan felt the presence of Qiu Shaoqian behind him and wore an expression of helpless resignation on his face.

"Aye, aye, aye, this cell phone," Zhang Fan said, looking at the model he had used before, and spoke up immediately.

"Heh, turns out to be a poor sod, putting on airs, coming here with a bunch of people," the shop attendant mumbled, then took out the cell phone Zhang Fan had chosen.

"1180, pay by card or cash?" the shop attendant asked lethargically.

"Son of a bitch, what did you say? Who are you calling a poor sod?" Liu Daquan who had chased after them immediately jumped up and slapped the shop attendant across the face.

"I’ll buy all your phones, get your store manager here, damn it, thinking you can cross the line, how dare you insult the young man; today, if you don’t give a reasonable explanation, you and I are not finished," Liu Daquan was still worried about not finding a chance to curry favor with Zhang Fan, and now, with such a great opportunity, how could he let it pass.

The shop attendant was utterly confused; he recognized Liu Daquan, the neighbor who sold iPhones, rich as hell, but what relationship did he have with the poor student in front of him?

Zhang Fan took out twelve red notes from his pocket, grabbed the cell phone, and left.

Damn it, just buying a cell phone, why does it have to be so troublesome.