When they saw that their grandfather was angry, the few people were stunned. After all, the old man didn't care about his words, but he had never been angry before.

"Sunzi, are you talking everywhere about learning food from me? Otherwise, why are so many people coming to me?"

Song Zixuan was stunned.

"Grandpa, no, really, I didn't even say anything about your surname. It's just that the two chefs came to the college this time. The last time I talked to you about Dean Cheng Huaili and they should have said that."

Fang Jingzhi frowned slightly: "That's the case..."

"Grandpa, if you want to do it, I will push it and say you don't want to see you."

Fang Jingzhi was silent for a while and waved his hand: "No, come if you are happy. I'm also lively here, but everyone has to bring wine."

"Ah? Grandpa, aren't you not drinking anymore? I said it just now."

Fang Jingzhi snorted: "I won't drink it. You can drink it, and you can smell it."

After saying this, the few people laughed.

Song Zixuan stayed at Fang Jingzhi until evening, chatting with the old man, and Fang Rui also cleaned up the yard with Meizi.

I heard that Song Zixuan was back, Huang Fa and Eighth Master all came to Fang Jingzhi Home to visit and talk about recent events.

Including suburban planting, it has been developing well.

Song Zixuan was relieved to hear this, so he didn't plan to go and take a look.

"Second Master, I have to have time to have a meal together at night. I haven't seen you for so long, so I'll have some drinks." Huang Fa said.

Song Zixuan waved his hand: "Forget it, I plan to go to the underground market tonight, but it will be broken if I waste time."

"Then let's go together. I know a restaurant, right in the east suburbs. Let's eat and drink early, and then go there after the matter is done."

Master Cheng Ba said, "Master Huang is right, we have to sit down, Master Er."

It was hard to refuse the kindness, and Song Zixuan finally agreed.

In the evening, the three of them were drinking and chatting, but it didn't take too long. After all, Song Zixuan planned to enter as soon as the market opened, without delaying the time.

Huang Fa is not unfamiliar with the underground market, and he often came here for a while.

I also made a profit of millions of dollars in price when I bought some medicinal materials, so I am a regular customer.

If you don’t do it, Eighth Master is definitely joining in the fun and knows nothing about the things sold in the underground market. He is just following you to stroll around.

The two major underground giants of Dumen have come, and their formations are also different.

On the surface, they went in with Song Zixuan, plus Fang Rui, a total of four people.

However, there are still more than twenty people in the car outside.

When the boss goes in, these little guys can only wait outside.

Not far away in the darkness.

In a black extended sedan.

A man in his fifties slowly exhaled a cigarette with a cigar in his hand.

"Are you sure?"

The co-pilot nodded: "It's certain that it's Song Zixuan. They went in. Master, I can recognize him even if I turn into ashes!"

The man snorted coldly: "There is no self in his eyes, I will die!"

"Bai San'er!"

"Yes, the sect leader."

"You are lying outside in ambush. I want to go in and meet this person for a while."

"This... Master, are you going to go in person?"

The man nodded slowly: "I want to see the person who can beat you. If I don't take Ye Daomen seriously, I want to see even more!"

After saying that, the man pushed open the car door and walked down.

Under the moonlight, a light-colored Tang suit fluttered lightly in the wind, and her long black hair was pressed against her scalp and facing backwards.

His eyes are not big, but he is extremely energetic, and his beards are whispers on his lips, which is even more cruel.
Chapter completed!