The System Takes Me to Practice

However, Wu Bo did not leave, he wanted to say something, but he was afraid of Yang Fan's methods.

"Give you three breaths, let's talk."

Not to mention Yang Fan's current cultivation base, even the weakest Sun Yunzhu can see at a glance what Wu Bo is thinking, but Yang Fan does not have that kind of mind-reading hobby.

"That's Mr. Yang. In the past two days, I needed your information when handling the transfer contract, but found that many people were collecting your information."

"Are you investigating me?"

Yang Fan was pouring a cup of tea for Chen Shuyue. Hearing this, he glanced at Wu Bo.

"No, no, Mr. Yang, because you are not present, you need your information to complete the transfer, and the information I obtained is public and easy to find."

Wu Bo quickly explained that he was afraid that Yang Fan would be unhappy and would use the means of punishing Xu Ping on him.

"It's okay, let them investigate."

It was just a thought. Through causal investigation, Yang Fan knew the general situation. He felt a little displeased, and there was a hint of murderous intent towards that Zhongfa.

Yang Fan didn't care about taking action against himself. What he cared about was that someone would take action against his relatives. This was something that could not be forgiven.

However, Yang Fan is not in a hurry now, as the matter has not happened yet, Yang Fan intends to give those assassins a chance.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan felt that it was too boring to stay in the orphanage for a while, and he couldn't practice in a short time, and he remembered what the old man once said, hoping that he could find a job.

Yang Fan couldn't help but shook his head when he thought of a dignified immortal emperor who had to work.

With a big wave of his hand, the stack of assignment contracts reappeared on the table, picked up one at random, and Yang Fan's eyes were immediately attracted.

"Unexpectedly, the only seven-star hotel in Hangzhou is your property."

Hangzhou is a first-tier city, especially in the urban area. The land is very expensive, and it is still a seven-star hotel.

"Mr. Yang is talking about the Byzantium Hotel. It was indeed my property before, but now it is yours."

As if he knew what Yang Fan wanted, Wu Bo turned around and took out a booklet from the black Audi. The whole book actually introduced the information about the Seven-Star Byzantium Hotel.

It took a few minutes for Yang Fan to learn about the Byzantium Hotel, showing a satisfied expression, with a general plan in his mind.

"What do you think?"

Yang Fan suddenly said to Sun Yunzhu and Chen Shuyue.

"Very good, I am used to seeing the style of the upstream continent, and I feel very happy."

Chen Shuyue's father, Chen Xinping, as the Viscount of Lingxiao Heavenly Court, once took Chen Shuyue to the interior of the imperial city. The magnificent buildings inside shocked Chen Shuyue, but the decoration style on the earth has a special flavor. In general, she likes it very much.

"Not bad, it's not easy for a mere mortal to build such an expensive...hotel."

Sun Yunzhu said, she wanted to talk about the restaurant, but suddenly felt very low.

"I also think it's pretty good. To be honest, I have never seen the interior decoration of such a top hotel."

The two chuckled when Yang Fan was amused. Wu Bo didn't laugh, nor dared to laugh.

"I have an idea. I won't go back in a short time when I come back this time, so I plan to open a restaurant and use this seven-star hotel as the facade."

Wu Bo heard that the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely. The seven-star hotel is actually only used to open a restaurant. If you want to open a restaurant, don't you just find a storefront?

"It can be, but who are you going to cook for? It's impossible to cook for ordinary people, right?"

"I have already figured out who the chef is. As a nine-star chef, of course I will act as the chef and be responsible for the cooking of the miraculous meals. For example, dragon egg fried rice, dragon egg seaweed soup..."

"Will it be bad? Ordinary people want to burst after eating."

Chen Shuyue was surprised that the weakest members of the Dragon Clan in the Immortal Territory Dragon Clan had the power of a celestial immortal, let alone the effect of the Dragon Egg. Don't talk about eating, even if you just get close, you will be strangled by invisible forces.

"With me, this will not happen."

"My husband, listening to you say that, I suddenly find it interesting. Now that I'm in your hometown, let's have fun."

Wu Bo didn't think that the dragon eggs Yang Fan said were real dragon eggs. There were no dragons in this world. As for what kind of animal eggs Yang Fan said dragon eggs were, Wu Bo was not interested.

"All right. Wu Bo, right? Take us to the Byzantine Hotel."

"Yes, Mr. Yang and the two ladies, why not take my car."

Wu Bo nodded and bowed, and Yang Fan's impression of him changed.

In the Audi car, Wu Bo was the only one who came this time. Naturally, it was impossible for Yang Fan to drive.

After talking with the old man, the three of Yang Fan got into Wu Bo's Audi car and headed towards the Byzantine Hotel in the city.

Today is Tuesday, and the time is less than 7:30, and the car slowed down obviously when passing by a middle school.

Opening the window, the memory in Yang Fan's mind was awakened.

This school is called Dandelion Middle School. Although it is a middle school, there is also a primary school in the school, which is also the school that Yang Fan has studied since childhood.

At a distance of more than one hundred meters from the school gate, Yang Fan saw a middle-aged couple selling breakfast. Yang Fan knew them. They had set up a stall around Dandelion Middle School since they were in elementary school. .

"Stop it."

Yang Fan said suddenly when he saw the middle-aged uncle who was very familiar with the stall.

In addition to this breakfast stall, there are other breakfast stalls around, but Yang Fan, the middle-aged uncle's stall, always looks after him.

Wu Bo gave a slight shock and stopped the car immediately.

After getting out of the car, Yang Fan went to the breakfast stand where the middle-aged uncle was located, and said in a very familiar tone.

"Uncle Wang, here are three fried noodles."

"okay!"

The middle-aged uncle lowered his head and said subconsciously, but suddenly realized something, he suddenly raised his head and saw that it was Yang Fan. Uncle Wang who had been busy all morning grinned.

"It turned out to be Xiao Fan, why are you here? I haven't seen each other for three or four years."

Uncle Wang's real name is Wang Youcai. He is almost 60 years old this year. There are four children in the family, two sons and two daughters. He was married at the age of twenty. Now the youngest son of four children is still unmarried, and he is very sad.

"Yeah, Uncle Wang, why are you still setting up a stall here? It's time to rest."

After receiving three fried noodles, Yang Fan touched his pocket and was about to pay, but was interrupted by another voice.

"Stupid boy, they are all old acquaintances, so what are you paying for?"

It was Wang Youcai's wife, Aunt Mei, who had obvious wrinkles on her face in her fifties.

"Here is my brother."

At this time, the third familiar voice sounded, and Yang Fan turned to look, but it was Wang Youcai's youngest daughter, Wang Qing.