The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 103: You Really Think I Wouldn’t Dare to Hit You?

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: You Really Think I Wouldn’t Dare to Hit You?

"Bro, hold on, where can we buy papayas?" Zhang Xiaoyuan suddenly tugged at Zhang Fan and asked, looking down.

Zhang Fan was momentarily taken aback, then glanced at Zhang Xiaoyuan’s chest and said slowly, "Papayas don’t enhance breasts!"

Zhang Xiaoyuan let out a cry of surprise, "Not enhance breasts? How is that possible? I’ve seen many with small breasts eat papayas on TV."

Zhang Fan reached out, ruffling Zhang Xiaoyuan’s hair and said, "Silly girl, if that’s what people really said, would the sales of papayas be that high?"

Just as they reached the entrance of their home, Zhang Fan saw Zhang Zhongliang and Qi Fang along with a few others loitering at the doorway.

Leading the group was a middle-aged man dressed in a suit and tie, looking every bit the big boss. By his side, two burly bodyguards followed, their presence quite imposing.

"Mr. Yang, I’m telling you, you’ve come to the right place. This is the only courtyard house in the whole city. Look at these red bricks, these green tiles, brimming with the aura of an era. Where else would you find a house like this?" Qi Fang was spitting with excitement, her mouth firing off like a machine gun.

At that moment, Zhang Zhongliang chimed in too, "Mr. Yang, look, it’s also close to the No. 1 Middle School. If you have a child in high school, it’s only about a ten-minute walk. My father spent two hundred thousand to buy this house back then. That was twenty years ago, two hundred thousand! Do you realize how valuable money was at that time?"

Listening to all this, Zhang Fan knew exactly what Zhang Zhongliang and his wife were up to.

Selling the house?

Heh, it’s our own family home. What does it have to do with them?

Zhang Fan walked over, pushed aside Zhang Zhongliang who was blocking the door, and said, "If you want to sell a house, go sell your own. Don’t loiter around my house, get lost."

With that, Zhang Fan opened the door, pulled Zhang Xiaoyuan into the house, and immediately shut the door.

Yang Yun wore a look of astonished surprise and said to Zhang Zhongliang and his wife, "This house isn’t yours?"

Zhang Zhongliang’s face changed as he quickly replied, "How can it not be? The kid doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Mr. Yang, how much are you willing to pay for this house?"

Yang Yun spoke slowly, "The area is quite large, one million eight hundred thousand I guess, any more than that is out of the question."

Qi Fang and Zhang Zhongliang’s faces were overjoyed, one million eight hundred thousand, oh how much money that was.

"Mr. Yang, when will you give the money?" Qi Fang hurriedly asked.

"Bring the property title, we’ll sign the contract immediately. Once the transfer is done, the money will be paid right away," Yang Yun said.

"Alright, alright, alright," Zhang Zhongliang hurriedly agreed, and then began banging on the door and shouting at Zhang Fan, "Xiaofan, open up! The house can be sold for one million eight hundred thousand. Your family gets one million, and our family gets eight hundred thousand, how about that?"

Zhang Fan set up a recliner, placed it properly, and lay down on it, his eyes coldly fixed on Zhang Zhongliang and his wife, "Uncle, you sure dream big. The house is ours, and you think you can take eight hundred thousand? Go back to bed, prop your pillow up high and have a good dream."

Zhang Fan was also incredibly frustrated by the shamelessness of Zhang Zhongliang and his wife, damn it, how could there be such brazenly shameless people in the world.

The house is ours, who are you to say sell it and then split the money? Scram! Worthless bastard.

Zhang Zhongliang’s expression instantly darkened, "Call your father out, I need to speak with him."

Damn it, that’s eight hundred thousand we’re talking about here. His own house was quite small, just over eighty square meters, and he’d been wanting to move into a bigger place for a long time but didn’t have the money. Finally, he’d found a sucker willing to buy the house and at such a high price too. One million eight hundred thousand, to give Zhang Dongyang one million, wouldn’t that make his day?

Thinking of the eighty thousand soon to be in his hands, Zhang Zhongliang’s face flushed with anticipation.

With eighty thousand, he could buy two apartments of over a hundred square meters each.

Zhang Fan rocked his chair, his eyes scanning the room, but he couldn’t find his dad anywhere.

"Get lost, the house is not for sale, if you don’t leave now, I’m gonna start throwing punches," Zhang Fan yelled loudly.

Is $1.8 million a lot? He just smashed a phone worth more than 400,000 yuan; that’s nothing.

He had absolutely no patience for Zhang Zhongliang and his spouse.

Qi Fang and Zhang Zhongliang were so infuriated their faces turned red, Qi Fang pointed at Zhang Fan, her finger trembling, "You bastard, is this how you talk to your uncle and aunt?"

Zhang Fan sneered coldly, "If it weren’t for our blood relation, anyone else who dared to talk about selling my house right in front of my door, I would’ve already taken action. Get lost and stop bothering people."

Yang Yun’s mouth curved into a slight smile as he said slowly, "Two million, that’s my final concession. If you don’t bring the property deed to me by tomorrow, forget about this house forever."

After he finished speaking, his bodyguard immediately stripped off his jacket, revealing bursting muscles all over his body.

Zhang Zhongliang and Qi Fang both turned pale, and immediately nodded, "Mr. Yang, rest assured, as soon as my younger brother comes back, I’ll have him send you the property deed."

"Heh heh," Zhang Fan let out a cold laugh, looked at Yang Yun, then stood up, walked to the door, and opened it, "So you’re saying, you want to force the sale?" ƒгeewebnovёl_com

With a hint of amusement, Yang Yun looked at Zhang Fan, "Kid, do you know who you’re speaking to?"

Zhang Fan smiled coldly, "So why don’t you tell me, who the hell are you?"

Yang Yun pulled out a business card from his pocket, flicked his finger, and the card flew out, zipping past Zhang Fan, "Wanxiong Group, ever heard of it?"

Zhang Fan chuckled and shook his head. Then, glancing at the business card that had fallen into the courtyard, he turned his head and said, "I don’t care who you are, but you’ve littered my house with trash; please pick it up."

Yang Yun’s expression changed instantly; he had never expected this young man to be so insolent. His business card is trash? And he has the nerve to tell him to pick it up? Truly a calf not afraid of tigers.

"Heh heh, believe me, I could have two truckloads of garbage dumped at your house right now?" Yang Yun’s eyes suddenly turned cold.

Zhang Zhongliang and Qi Fang glared at Zhang Fan furiously, "You scoundrel, is this how you speak to Mr. Yang? Apologize immediately."

Zhang Fan started to chuckle, "Apologize?"

Zhang Zhongliang reached out and grabbed at Zhang Fan’s collar, "You little brat, you think you can turn the world upside down?"

Zhang Fan raised his hand, caught Zhang Zhongliang’s hand, and shoved hard. Suddenly, Zhang Zhongliang’s body was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Ah, you little brat, how dare you hit me!" Zhang Zhongliang got up from the ground, rolled up his sleeves, shivering with rage.

"I’m going to teach you a lesson for your father today." Zhang Zhongliang charged at Zhang Fan, his right hand swinging, aiming to slap Zhang Fan.

"You really think I wouldn’t dare to hit you?" Zhang Fan stepped down hard, instantly closing in on Zhang Zhongliang, and raised his hand, striking with Thunderclap Palm.

That last move, he just wanted to send Zhang Zhongliang rolling away, and he only used a third of his strength.

Thunderclap Palm, Bone Separation Hand, either one could leave this despicable jerk lying on the ground unable to stand.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound erupted, and Zhang Zhongliang’s chest seemed to collapse.