Hong Kong variety show: From a lowly 49-year-old to the world's richest man

Chapter 80 Ivan the Great... Model?

After fooling Han Chen, Chen Fan contacted Fly to have Gandhi and his bodyguards sent over.

When Gandhi saw Chen Fan again, his angry eyes could almost spit fire. If you're going to settle a score, then settle a score. Why resort to violence?

"You worthless bastard, Hua Dao Fan, may you lose your entire fortune!"

"I'll fuck you eighteen—"

Hearing Gandhi's furious roar, Han Chen felt a chill run down his spine and quickly interrupted, "Brother Gandhi, calm down!"

"I'm calm, you son of a bitch!"

"You bastard, if you've got the guts, fight fair and square! What kind of hero resorts to sneak attacks!"

"This debt isn't settled—"

"Snapped!"

For his own safety, Han Chen disregarded everything else and slapped Gandhi hard across the face.

Gandhi looked at Han Chen with some disbelief.

We're all brothers, and instead of standing up for me, you slapped me in public.

His eyes were full of grievance and confusion.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

"Uncle Kun is waiting for you to come back and give him an explanation. Do you know how much trouble it will cause if you rashly use a gun?"

"You should be grateful that Brother Fan is so magnanimous as to let you go, why are you still cursing?"

"If you don't want to live, go find a block of tofu and smash your head against it, don't drag me down with you!"

After Han Chen finished his angry rebuke, he turned to Chen Fan and said, "Brother Fan, I'm sorry, Gandhi must have had a mental lapse just now."

"Brother Chen, what are you saying? I'm a very magnanimous person. It's understandable that Brother Gandhi has a grudge against me, since his underling asked me to introduce him to a land reclamation project."

Having received fifty million and taken over several streets of territory without bloodshed, Chen Fan wouldn't get angry over a few words from Gandhi.

After all, this traitor is the most crucial pawn in the plan to destroy the Ni family.

Only a living Gandhi could nail Guohua and Heigui to the pillar of shame for violating the taboos of the underworld.

The dead Gandhi will soon be forgotten, and Guohua and Heigui can completely deny it. The Ni family's top leaders won't cause any internal strife.

"Brother Fan, if there's nothing else, we'll be going now. Goodbye!"

Han Chen just wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if Gandhi does anything outrageous again, he will really be in trouble.

"Brother Chen, come over for a couple of drinks sometime. Take care, don't bother coming back!"

"I definitely will if I have the chance."

Han Chen had someone take the resentful Gandhi away without looking back.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were fleeing famine.

"Brother Fan, should we give a share of this money to the gang?" Cao Dahua asked.

Chen Fan waved his hand, "No need this time, that bastard Jiang Tiansheng also benefited."

This morning, Chen Yao informed him that Ni Kun had admitted defeat and said that the money did not need to be handed over.

Just from these words, Chen Fan could guess that Jiang Tiansheng had already reaped the benefits; otherwise, given that guy's shamelessness, he would have already planned to take 30%.

In the past, Chiang Tin-sang might not have asked Ni Kun for benefits. But the increase in strength brought by the addition of the Han brothers is obvious, especially since Han Bin also deals in arms.

With weapons suppliers backing them up, the threat posed by the gunmen employed by the Ni family was greatly reduced.

Imagine this: the Ni family is still using pistols, while Hung Hing suddenly gains a team wielding AKs. Their firepower is on a completely different level. How can the Ni family possibly compete?

As long as you're not caught red-handed after using guns, you can offer some tribute to the British, send someone of some influence to take the blame, and keep a low profile for a while, and it will all be over.

After Cao Dahua handed over 30 million, Chen Fan deposited the money into the system after he left. It was time to reveal the result of his wish from the last lottery draw.

I tried every metaphysical method I could think of: washing my hands and face, choosing an auspicious spot in the office.

"Please, give us something good! Bring out the Ivan the Great, the Dongfeng Express, and an aircraft carrier!"

After reciting his wish, Chen Fan opened the system, and ten million was instantly deducted, starting a ten-times-a-row attack.

Intermediate Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), Advanced Karate, C4 explosives, Thousand-Forged Tang Sword, Steel Coil, Bulletproof and Explosive-Proof Vehicle Upgrade Card, Ivan the Great model, Raptor fighter jet model, 400-year-old Ginseng King, Master-level Tai Chi "Damn it!"

"Damn, I thought I'd actually drawn the Heaven and Earth Longevity Artifact, but it turns out it's just a model!"

Chen Fan was speechless.

When he saw the words "Ivan the Great," he almost jumped up excitedly, but who would have thought that it was followed by the word "model."

The Raptor fighter jet is one of them.

As expected, you get what you pay for—no, it should be "a few cents worth of goods for a penny."

The more practical items from this ten-pull are C4 explosives, vehicle upgrade cards, ginseng king, and master-level Tai Chi.

Everything else is useless. Although the Raptor fighter jet model is a 1:1 replica, it's way too over-the-top. If you sold it to the north, even the fighter jet researchers there probably wouldn't believe it.

After all, the Raptor is a fifth-generation fighter jet, and the United States probably hasn't even officially started developing it yet.

"Give me some good skills, like the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, or the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic; and some rare herbs, nothing too fancy, just a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum or a ten-thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum. If all else fails, just give me ten or eight boxes of body-strengthening pills, please!"

Chen Fan had a slight thought and spent another ten million to participate in the lottery.

Aphrodisiac herb* (hundreds of tons), skill upgrade card, intermediate driving skill, advanced iron shirt skill, top-grade snake gall, fine steel kitchen knife, true tough guy water cup, intermediate level One-Finger Divine Skill, royal ribbonfish, furniture store war god title "???"

"Dude, are you serious? A hundred tons of aphrodisiac herbs? Are you doing wholesale?"

The first reward was outrageous; this was the first time Chen Fan had ever seen a reward that specifically included units.

Despite his constant complaints, his body language betrayed him; the next second, he had aphrodisiac herbs in his mouth.

Yeah, that familiar, spicy kick is even more exciting than smoking a cigarette.

He just couldn't feel the warmth that Jiaqiange was talking about.

Damn it, that guy must be too weak.

Someone like him, who can get an erection every day, can't understand the pain of someone who is physically weak. It's so... exhilarating!

Seeing that the remaining rewards were the same as before, Chen Fan couldn't help but marvel at his foresight. Luckily, he hadn't wasted his previous skill upgrade cards, or he would have lost a lot of money this time.

He didn't even need to read the details of the "Furniture City War God" title; just look at Chen Jiaju to know how effective it was.

The more complex the environment, the stronger the combat ability; everything can be used to one's advantage.

The rest is a bit disappointing; the so-called "real tough guy" water bottle was actually made by drilling a hole in a 50-kilogram dumbbell.

Chen Fan's superhuman physical abilities allowed him to lift it with one hand, but he wouldn't dare use it to drink water; if he slipped, he might be in his next life.

"This damn system's rewards are getting more and more outrageous! It's supposed to give you something good, not something repetitive! And even if it's repetitive, it only raises you by one level! This money-grabbing system should give you something that actually makes money!"

"This is the last shot. If you mess this up, I won't talk to you for six months!"

Advanced Meditation, 10 tons of Ten-Ingredient Rehmannia Pills, Tiger Whip, Skill Upgrade Card, One Box of Body Strengthening Pills, Hundreds of Wheeled Suitcase Designs, Garbage Recycling Truck, One-Stop Funeral Service Industry Chain, One Stock Market Quote Card for the Next Seven Days, Medium-Sized Trawler "Wuhu, Take Off!"

The first five can be ignored for now, but the last five rewards can all make money!

Let's not even talk about the suitcases; Chen Fan had wanted to make them anyway, and now he doesn't even need to do the design himself.

Garbage trucks do have their uses, though; funeral services perfectly suit his current status.

He hadn't gotten involved in the stock market before mainly because he didn't have much clean money in his pocket. Now that he's started the clothing store, there's a reason why he has money. The seven-day market data card should be able to make him a lot of money.

The fishing boat can be handed over to Da Sha for loading.

The rewards for garbage trucks and fishing boats are both ×10.

With ten cars and ten boats, they've already broken even with ten million. This move has been incredibly profitable!

Xuan does not save trouble, and krypton does not change his life.

Setting a goal is barely effective.

"Great, save up the money, and we'll draw two million each time in six months."

System: Dog host, I may not be human, but you are a real dog!

After receiving all the skills from the three rounds of ten consecutive attacks, Chen Fan felt incredibly strong, with his physical strength visibly increasing.

After thinking for a moment, he invested two more skill upgrade cards, bringing his Iron Shirt and Meditation skills to Master level.

karate?

Even dogs wouldn't play with that!

Is Master Broken Water Flow awesome?

Check out the invincible whirlwind!

It's just that He Jinyin doesn't have Deng Fei's weight; otherwise, ten steps would have been enough to give Master Duan Shui Liu a hard time.

Deng Fei's invincible whirlwind is absolutely master-level, no arguments accepted.

After absorbing all the enhancements from the skills, Chen Fan's attribute panel underwent a leap forward.

[Host: Chen Fan]

【Strength: 14.1】

【Spirit: 14.8】

[Physical Fitness: 15.3]

"Comfortable!"

Feeling the immense power within him, Chen Fan became excited.

With his current stats, he should be able to easily knock Wang Jiu's skull open, and even a Tornado at its peak wouldn't be outmatched.

My self-created steel ball version of "Finger Flicking Skill" can kill instantly if it hits the temple or heart within 30 meters!

Strength increased from 11 to 14, a significant leap forward.

In his excitement, Chen Fan didn't forget to take out a handful of aphrodisiac herbs to calm his nerves.

One hundred tons, enough to last for ten or eight years if eaten every meal.

"What did that phony dog ​​Ah Wu say before? 'Even a hundred of these wouldn't be enough for me'?"

"Damn it, that's some fucking arrogant talk. If I don't hook him up with a thousand of those hooks, I'm not a Chen!"

When Chen Fan recalled A Wu's previous rejection, he had the idea of ​​playing a trick on him.

If he could use this aphrodisiac herb to recruit him, Chen Fan wouldn't even blink an eye, even if it were a ton.

If he won't follow, then keep him hanging on. Keep chewing on him in front of him every time, and he'll be sure to catch him!

Pay me?

That's too cliché.

It can also make the other person seem unambitious.

Boom boom boom!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow. "What's up?"

"Brother Fan, Brother Kun has brought Brother Dinosaur, Brother Slim Eyes, Brother Bin and the others."

Cao Dahua's voice came from outside the door.

Hearing the sound, Chen Fan got up and opened the door. "Please invite them over."

Cao Dahua responded and turned to call someone, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the desk behind Chen Fan had turned "green". He took a closer look and couldn't help but drool.

"Brother Fan, um—haha, my friend is weak, could you—"

He rubbed his hands together, somewhat embarrassed, and pointed to the aphrodisiac herb.

"We're like family, aren't we?" Chen Fan turned around, picked up a cigarette, chewed on it, and then tore off two more and stuffed them into Cao Dahua's hands: "From now on, I'll give you and your friend one every day to help cure your weak constitution."

"Thank you so much, Brother Fan!"

Cao Dahua happily picked up one of the sticks and stuffed the other into his pocket, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.

Before long, Liang Kun and his three companions walked in.

"Wow, Afan, if you're afraid we'll come and take your share of the money, you don't have to eat grass in front of us, do you?"

When Liang Kun saw Chen Fansheng chewing on a finger-thick, lush green plant, his face was full of surprise.

"Brother Kun, do you even know what iron is? This is a priceless treasure, even more potent than magic oil. After eating it, you'll be pissing like a volleyball! People who pee like a shotgun can pee three feet deep in the wind after chewing this!"

"Is it really that weird?"

The four men looked on with suspicion.

"If I didn't consider you brothers, I wouldn't easily show you this."

"You think showing me something makes us brothers? You idiot, give me a piece and let me try."

Regardless of whether Chen Fantong agreed or not, Liang Kun randomly picked a piece and took a bite.

"Damn it, you two are eating random plants and you'll get poisoned. I'll risk my life to save you from dragging us down with me."

Han Bin put on a righteous and awe-inspiring expression and tried one as well.

Mmm, crunchy, slightly spicy, full of fresh grassy aroma with a hint of sweetness.

Seeing Han Bin's blissful expression, Dinosaur felt a surge of desire. "Say no more. I'm also afraid of being accused of poisoning a fellow disciple. I'll take the blame too."

"Me too!"

Even the narrow-eyed one spoke up.

Chen Fan rolled his eyes. "Damn, they're all such drama queens—"

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