The Godly Rich System is looking for a replacement, and I've become a weapon!

"Don't talk nonsense! It's your freedom to hang out with whoever you want, why would I restrict you? Just be mindful of your limits."

Zhang Yifang kept his eyes straight ahead, concentrating on driving.

Liu Ruyan held up three fingers and swore:

"Honey, don't worry, I promise I'll be careful. I won't participate in any events where there are strange men around."

Zhang Yifang, with his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand touching her long legs, spoke leisurely:

"That's your problem! Anyway, I can see through you and know whether you've wronged me or not."

"If you dare to wrong me, an old sage with little lifespan will come with an ultimate imperial weapon and make you decades younger."

Liu Ruyan rolled her eyes and slapped his hand away: "What is all this nonsense?"

Zhang Yifang curled his lip. This woman didn't understand the joke; she hadn't put on a good act.

"I mean, if you dare to betray me, I'll find a dying old man and use his special ability to crush you both repeatedly."

At this point, Zhang Yifang suddenly remembered something and quickly changed his words:

"Change the car, I can't drive the Da Yun! Damn it, if I time travel again, I'm doomed, I'll be in real trouble."

"Get out of here! You're getting more and more ridiculous. Who would wrong you? You're crazy."

Liu Ruyan cursed, while reaching out to pull his ear.

"Stop it! Stop it! We're driving!"

Zhang Yifang laughed and dodged Liu Ruyan's hand.

"Don't say things like that again. I know what I should do."

"Okay, I won't say, I won't say."

"Then I'll take you to find Tian Yue? Is she at her studio right now?"

Liu Ruyan and Tian Yue are both graduates of the Beijing Dance Academy. They were able to come to Jiangcheng because their teacher is from Jiangcheng.

This teacher resigned from the Beijing Dance Academy and went home to open a ballroom dance studio.

When she resigned, Liu Ruyan and Tian Yue had just graduated.

So I came along and stayed there for three years.

Now their studio is quite well-organized.

It was divided into two sections.

Part of it is training, teaching children to dance, and Tian Yue works in this area.

Another part is that the studio supports a dance troupe that specializes in commercial performances, and Liu Ruyan works in that troupe.

However, she doesn't dance; she's in charge of choreography.

"Probably! I'll give her a call."

Liu Ruyan took her phone out of her bag, but before she could dial, Zhang Yifang's phone rang again.

I glanced at the central control screen; it was an unfamiliar number from out of town.

The call was connected.

"Hello, who is this?"

A young voice came from behind.

"Who do I care! This phone number ending in seven 7s is yours, isn't it?"

The other side was quite arrogant, and they started by interrogating Zhang Yifang.

Zhang Yifang responded in kind: "Yes, it's mine. What do you need?"

"I heard you're a local gunslinger in Jiangcheng? You're doing pretty well, huh!"

The other person's tone was still very aggressive.

Zhang Yifang smiled and said modestly, "I'm not involved in anything like swords and guns, and I'm not doing anything particularly impressive. I just do some small business to make a living."

The other person picked up the conversation:

"Knowing he's not exactly a big shot, he still dares to use such a nice phone number?"

"You'd better hurry up and transfer the phone number to me! Otherwise, I'll bring my brothers to Jiangcheng and give you a good beating."

As they were talking, the person on the other end started putting on a show.

"Brothers! Get ready, get the cars ready, get the gear ready."

Then he pretended to be someone else:

"Yes, boss! Are we driving a car with five eights there?"

Zhang Yifang couldn't help but laugh.

The other side was immediately displeased:

"What's wrong, little brother! You don't believe me?!"

"I don't believe you! Dude, are you a gangster? You're all about brothers and weapons, and you even have five eights."

Zhang Yifang countered with a question.

"I'm a professional dog catcher."

"Don't change the subject. Can I transfer the phone number to you? You'll never eat four dishes in your entire life, it's a waste for you to use this phone number."

The opposing side was relentlessly provoking Zhang Yifang.

Zhang Yifang grew impatient to listen any longer. A few words could amuse him, but hearing too many made him angry.

"No matter where you got my phone number, don't call me again!"

"Hey! Brother! Don't hang up! Don't hang up!"

The arrogant tone on the other end suddenly changed.

"Bro, let me tell you the truth! I copied this account from Little GG. It says you're infertile and want to pay a lot of money to have a child?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry bro! I misread it. The guy offering a lot of money for a child isn't your boyfriend, yours is a professional breeder."

"Brother, I have two old sows at home. Could you come and help me out?"

Zhang Yifang sighed deeply; this brat was getting more and more out of line.

"You just wait at home, okay?"

Zhang Yifang hung up the phone and pulled over.

Liu Ruyan retorted indignantly, "Is this person crazy?"

Zhang Yifang patted her hair and laughed, "Don't be angry, it's just a clown. I'll find someone to deal with it right away."

I took a screenshot of the caller ID and sent it to my subordinate Xu Jiangbin, then I called him.

"Dabin, that little bastard just called and cursed at me. Have someone check his address and go get him tonight."

"Okay, bro!"

……

After dropping Liu Ruyan off at the ballroom dance studio, Zhang Yifang also got out of the car.

However, he wasn't going to follow Liu Ruyan to the studio; instead, he was going to the pawnshop next door.

This pawnshop just happens to be owned by one of his subordinates. Isn't that a coincidence?

It wasn't really a coincidence.

His men's businesses are ubiquitous throughout Jiangcheng; he can run into them anywhere he goes.

After entering the store, he saw several customers inside. He waved to the clerk who was about to greet them and went straight upstairs to his office.

"Brother, what brings you here?"

"elder brother!"

Three people were chatting in the office. When they saw him come in, they quickly stood up to greet him.

Two of the tall men stood up and made Zhang Yifang, who prided himself on being tall, look like a dwarf.

These two are brothers who own this pawnshop; the older brother is named Feng Zhiwen, and the younger brother is named Feng Zhiwu.

They used to play basketball at a sports school. Feng Zhiwen is 1.92 meters tall, and Feng Zhiwu is even taller at 1.95 meters.

They haven't played basketball for the past few years, and they've gained weight, but they don't look fat; instead, they look even stronger.

Standing in front of him, they looked like two small mountains.

The other one who was completely blocked was Chen Hu. He was only 1.78 meters tall, shorter than Zhang Yifang.

Chen Hu used to train in wrestling at a martial arts school. He was very skilled, and three or five ordinary people couldn't handle him.

Zhang Yifang sat in the main seat, took the cigarette offered by Feng Zhiwen, and gave instructions.

"Sit down and talk. Tiger, it's good that you're here. I have a get-together tonight, you can come along and drive me."

"Okay, bro!"

Feng Zhiwen lit a cigarette for Zhang Yifang before sitting down, and Zhang Yifang took a puff.

Hmm, familiar, the taste of the supreme emperor.

To be honest, Brother Nan named his cigarette "Supreme Nine-Five"!

It's hard not to make some connections.

Cough!

Don't write random things, or the book will be gone.

"I see the shop is doing good business; those guys downstairs are working like crazy."

"Brother, I'm actually quite free today! You wouldn't believe it, things have been so strange lately! I've been idle since after the New Year, not seeing anyone for a month and a half, and now business is booming like crazy."