Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Ye Xuan put down his glass and said:

"Xiaofan, I have been working on the affairs of Chaofan Group for the past six months. Now it has been fully implemented. As long as it is opened for a year, it can be put into production. I dare say that as long as our products are launched, it will definitely shock the whole world. I will calculate it carefully. However, as long as we open up the market, the net profit is estimated to be about 10 billion a year."

Everyone in the box except Zhuo Bufan took a deep breath.

For example, Master Wu once suppressed one side, and he is also a well-known Fengshui master in Zhongzhou. It is not bad if he can make about 10 million a year. Even Zhou Baxiang’s total assets are only nearly 20 billion. "Mr. Zhuo, if the company is really successful, You could be on the Forbes list within three years."

"Forbes? Not interested." Zhuo Bufan shook his head.

Master Wu laughed in surprise. Indeed, with extraordinary strength, within three years, he might be able to grow into a dragon country's anti-cauldron figure. What Forbes doesn't care about at all.

"Brother Hu, you can hang out with Young Master Ye from now on. By the way, how is Yanzi doing now?" Zhuo Bufan asked.

"Swallow is recovering very well, and has forgotten what happened before. I plan to send her abroad to stay for a few years, so that what happened in the past won't affect her." Guo Hu said in a deep voice.

Zhuo Bufan said: "Young Master Ye, I will leave the affairs of the Chaofan Group to you."

"Xiaofan, don't tell me these things. If it weren't for you, I would still be fooling around." Ye Xuan said with a smile.

A group of people drank like an assembly line in the box until three o'clock in the morning. Master Wu and Qian Bing dragged the drunk Ye Xuan back to the hotel, but Guo Hu had always been drinking well, but his face was a little red. After being blown by the cold wind, he became much more awake.

"Brother Hu, let me help you call a car to take you home." Zhuo Bufan glanced at him and asked.

Guo Hu shook his head, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed one to Zhuo Bufan, "Xiao Fan, sit with me."

Zhuo Bufan took the cigarette, he seldom smokes, he only smokes his friend’s cigarette, he lit the cigarette against the wind, a gust of cold wind blew past the cigarette, scattered the cigarette around his head, the two walked along the green belt by the river, and then Sit down on the stool.

"Xiaofan, without you, I would be a dead person now, and my life will be yours from now on." Guo Hu lowered his head and took a deep puff of his cigarette.

"Brother Hu, you still tell me these things." Zhuo Bufan exhaled a light smoke ring, which slowly enlarged and finally dissipated in the air.

"I've already found out about my dad's company. It was a member of the Mo family who wanted to buy land in Qingzhou. He tried to find my dad, but my dad didn't sell it to him. In the end, my dad committed suicide by jumping off a building. My mother couldn't stand it. The pressure also jumped." Guo Hu said, his shoulders twitched and he began to sob.

Zhuo Bufan frowned, "The Mo family?"

"The Mo family in Rongcheng, Shu Prefecture, is a famous family that dominates the entire Shu Prefecture. In the past, several of my friends had friendship with the Mo family. I invited them out for dinner in a few days." Guo Hu said with red eyes.

"Well, call me when the time comes." Zhuo Bufan threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stomped it out.

Just after the first day of the Lunar New Year, Ye Ziqin went back to Jinling because of company affairs, Zhuo Bufan practiced at night, and went to Zhuo’s house when he had free time. All the children are selected to practice the Zhuo family's mind.

The Zhuo family began thinking about entering the ranks of the fourth-level family more than ten years ago. The compulsory course for the juniors in the family is to learn martial arts. Most of them have enrolled in training courses such as taekwondo and fighting, and they have some kung fu foundation.

"No way, let Zhuo Bufan hand over our martial arts?"

"Yeah, what ability does he have, why should he hand it over to us?"

The Zhuo family has developed for a hundred years, and its roots are like a big tree. Now it is necessary to select the juniors, and naturally all the juniors from the side branches are called here. Some of them have never participated in the Zhuo family's family meeting. About 30 boys and girls stand together and chat .

Most of the chatter was about who had come to Qingzhou for a concert, and what brand-name babies and clothes had recently come up.

Although these juniors are nothing in Zhuo's family, their family background is considered well-off among ordinary people, and they are also at the level of the rich second generation in the school. Now they are called to stand in the yard in winter and they are naturally dissatisfied.

"What, let us stand here for an hour, so cold as hell."

"That's right, isn't Zhuo Bufan the abandoned young man of the Zhuo family? He is so powerful."

"Zhuo Qi, do you want to be beaten?" Suddenly a boy stood in front of the muttering boy and said in a cold voice.

The boy named Zhuo Qi was only thirteen or fourteen years old. He was just in the second year of junior high school. He usually had a rebellious personality. He raised his head and looked at the boy with a frightened look on his face, "Brother Kang, I, I didn't say anything."

"If you don't want to die, just talk about it." Zhuo Kang frowned and shouted.

He has seen Zhuo Bufan's methods with his own eyes, he is almost like a god, and these juniors who have never seen it will naturally not catch a cold.

People like Zhuo Fang, Zhuo Shuai, Zhuo Shanshan, Zhuo Ling and others stood quietly in the small yard of the manor, silent, but everyone's face was red, which was because of excitement.

Having seen Zhuo Bufan empty-handed and as light as a swallow, who would not want to be such a strong man, this kind of power that comes from oneself, compared to being a high-ranking official or becoming a rich man, makes people have an incomparably longing, yearning desire.

"coming."

Someone yelled, and in the fine snow, a figure slowly walked over with his hands behind his back.

Zhuo Fang, Zhuo Shuai, Zhuo Kang and others consciously stood up straight, like a school military training, with a look of admiration in their eyes, as if Zhuo Fang Zhuo Shuai used to be very jealous of Zhuo Bufan, and even resented, but a person is stronger than you too Most of the time, there is only worship left.

Seeing that even Zhuo Fang Zhuo Shuai, the first-line eldest son of the Zhuo family, stood up straight, the other juniors who were disdainful did not dare to speak, and their voices gradually became quieter.

"You have already read the martial arts mentality, and I will give you some practice methods." Zhuo Bufan stood still and said directly.

"Tch, what kind of martial arts mentality, you think it's writing a martial arts novel, it's a fake at all." A boy about fifteen years old muttered dissatisfied.

At home, he is the treasure of his parents. At school, he is also the envy of his classmates. Zhuo Bufan made him stand in the snow for an hour, and he was already dissatisfied.

"You said the idea I gave you was fake?" Zhuo Bufan smiled slightly.

The boy stood up and raised his chin slightly, with a look of pride on his face, "My name is Zhuo Yu, I have been learning Taekwondo since I was a few years old, and now I have a second-degree black belt in Taekwondo, if you can beat me, I will admit that you can hand it over to me. "

There was a gasp from among the other juniors. At the age of fifteen, he got the second-degree black belt in Taekwondo. This is a genius.

Zhuo Yu's immature face showed pride, Zhuo Bufan was only two years older than him, why teach him, even the coach said he was a genius in martial arts.

"I'm not going to fight with you, but you have a good look at it." Zhuo Bufan stretched out a hand and grabbed it from the air. The white snow accumulated on a needle pine exploded and turned into a cloud of white mist. With the palm of his hand, the white mist After twisting for a bit, it turned into a white snow dragon about Zhang Xu long, soaring and circling in the air, so lifelike, there was even the sound of dragon chant.

"This... this." Everyone was dumbfounded, and Zhuo Yu even fell to the ground.