Wang Dalun came out of the kitchen with the brewed tea. Seeing that Lao Fan was still standing, he looked at Rose who was looking at him pitifully under the table, and smiled secretly in his heart. He hurriedly said, "Uncle Fan, you can't sit inside!"

When Lao Fan heard that it was just right, he glanced at Wang Dalun, nodded expressionlessly, and walked into the room to the south. As soon as he entered the room, his eyes first fell on the bed placed against the wall, with a cool mat on the bed, and the towel quilt was folded neatly. The key was that there was only one pillow on the folded towel quilt, which made him breathe a little relieved.

Then he looked around the room, just like the small living room outside, the twenty square rooms were cleaned very clean. There was a desk next to the balcony window, and there were bookcases in it, which were quite old. You could tell at a glance that it was not the kind of books that decorated the storefront. Lao Fan couldn't help but look up to Wang Dalun a little more, and added a studious comment to his impression.

"Uncle Fan, please sit down." A two-person sofa was placed beside the bed, and Wang Dalun put the teacup on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Lao Fan looked around the room, walked for two steps before he walked to the sofa and sat down.

Wang Dalun opened the chair next to the desk, sat opposite Lao Fan across the coffee table, and smiled and said, "Uncle Fan, this is my own tea from my hometown. Please drink tea."

There are so many good teas from Min people, Lao Fan is no exception. At the same time, he really feels a little thirsty. He coughed gently, picked up the tea cup, and opened the lid. A stream of heat brought the unique fragrance of Longjing tea to his nose. He sniffed and smelled it. The fragrance was still authentic. He sniffed the tea floating on it and tasted it. Although the taste was not as authentic as the special Longjing special provided by Secretary Huang, it was also considered a good tea.

"Your hometown is from Hangzhou?" Lao Fan took a few sips, put down his cup and spoke and asked.

Wang Dalun hurriedly said: "Hangzhou Tonglu, my hometown is in the countryside. My parents are both farmers. I contracted a small forest farm, mainly to grow some tea."

"Well, it's good to grow tea!" Lao Fan nodded subconsciously.

He worked in several counties in the mountainous areas of northern Fujian for a long time, and at the border with Zhejiang Province, both of which are the main tea-producing areas. He once vigorously advocated that farmers grow tea and get rich.

But he immediately realized that he was off topic and then asked, "I heard you are an actor too?"

"Yes, I graduated from Beijing Film Academy, but I am just a junior college student. After graduation, I stayed in Beijing to film."

"Did you meet Ziyi and you filmed?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"What does it mean?" Old Fan raised his face, feeling a little angry and powerful.

Wang Dalun hurriedly said, "Ziyi and I met while filming "My Fair Princess". She was filming at the time. I went to visit my friends and met me like that. So it was also considered as a filming meeting."

Lao Fan felt uncomfortable when he heard this. It was the same thing that happened two years ago when her daughter filmed "My Fair Princess". She was just sixteen years old at that time. Why...

When Wang Dalun saw that Lao Fan's face became more and more gloomy, he knew what he was thinking. To be honest, Fan Ziyi was indeed a little precocious. She was in love at this age and would not be happy no matter which father she put.

He quickly used the draft he prepared in the past few days to explain: "That was only a matter of knowing each other. Later, it happened that Ziyi borrowed a house and was downstairs. I saw that it was not easy for her to come to Beijing to explore, so if you can help, you will be able to help. It will be easy to get along naturally."

Lao Fan was very annoyed and was about to question Wang Dalun's ignorance of cheating his daughter at a young age. But when he heard Wang Dalun say that it was not easy for his daughter to travel alone in the capital, it suddenly hit him with a long-term guilty feeling towards his daughter. He remembered what his daughter said on the phone: Just he cares about me! Lao Fan moved his lips and couldn't say the questions.

Wang Dalun sneaked a glance at Lao Fan, knowing that the words he prepared in advance had come into effect, so he hurriedly hit the railway while it was hot: "Uncle Fan, you may not know that Ziyi was indeed not easy at that time. At that time, she was not famous, her salary was not high, her agency signed was unreliable, and it was very hard to film. And you also know that she could not cook, she ate outside all day, or she simply had no meals. When she moved here, we just met and couldn't even be friends, but I saw that it was really too difficult for her, so I wanted to reach out and help her. Later, everyone had a good impression and it became better. Uncle Fan, if you are not satisfied, don't blame Ziyi. It's really not easy for her. If you blame you, blame me!"

Lao Fan remained silent. Although Wang Dalun's words at the beginning touched his deep guilt towards his daughter, then these words sounded very sensational, he realized that Wang Dalun was prepared and said it to himself on purpose. If it was in the officialdom, such tricks seemed almost not worth mentioning in his opinion. However, although Wang Dalun's words were very sensational, he felt that the situation of his daughter was real. Perhaps his daughter's life might be even more unbearable. It is precisely because of this that he could not use the officialdom to deal with Wang Dalun, otherwise he would not be worthy of being this father.

Lao Fan suddenly stood up and solemnly extended his hand to Wang Dalun and said, "Xiao Wang, thank you for taking care of our Ziyi."

The father-in-law's sudden change scared him, and he quickly stood up from the chair, held Lao Fan's hand in a panic, and said, "Uncle Fan, look, I'm all right!"

"Oh!" Old Fan sighed long, raised his hand and pressed him down, signaling him to sit down, and said, "I believe you know Ziyi's situation, this girl has been stubborn since she was a child. As for me, I am busy with work, and I can't help but ignore her. I have done very little in some aspects and am not a competent father. So I am really grateful to her for being a friend like you in the capital!"

"Uncle Fan, you must be said like this, I..." Wang Dalun smiled.

But Lao Fan waved his hand, interrupted him, and then asked, "Xiao Wang, how old are you this year?"

"I am a tiger in 1974 and I am twenty-five years old this year."

"Oh!" Lao Fan nodded. At first he thought Wang Dalun was almost thirty, but it seemed that he was an old face.

"Then you must be helping her with a lawsuit with a Taiwanese agency?"

Wang Dalun had long learned from Fan Ziyi that Lao Fan had signed her contract with Aunt Qiongyao's company, and she opposed it for a while and agreed. She pondered for a moment: "Uncle Fan, Ziyi and I don't understand this political matter. It's just that Ziyi signed a contract with a Taiwanese agency and it is very unfair to her future development. After all, the company is in Taiwan, and Ziyi's development is mainly in the mainland, and all aspects of contact are inconvenient. In addition, of course, there are economic factors. The commission ratio on their side is too high, which is very unfair to Ziyi..."

As for the termination fee, he felt that there was no need to hide it from Lao Fan, so he told the truth: "Actually, Ziyi was underage when she signed this contract, and the contract itself was invalid according to the law. But considering that Aunt Qiongyao gave Ziyi the opportunity to become famous after all, the longer the lawsuit was delayed, it was very unfavorable for Ziyi in all aspects, so after we asked the lawyer, we decided to give the other party a 150,000 termination fee."

"Well, you're right." Lao Fan still agrees with this. If the lawsuit is delayed for a long time, it will not only be harmful to his daughter's development, but may also affect him.

"Did Ziyi sign a company again now?"

"I signed it, oh, but it's a verbal agreement for the time being. After two months, Ziyi will officially sign the contract after she turns 18." As she said that, Wang Dalun smiled and said, "Uncle Fan, don't worry, Ziyi's agent signed this time is Wang Jinhua. She is very well-known in the Beijing entertainment industry and has a good reputation. For example, Chen Daming, our seniors in the actor industry are also her contracted artists."

For bureaucrats like Lao Fan, Wang Jinhua's name is unheard of, but when he heard Chen Daoming's name, he had to be moved. He was a little proud inside and felt relieved. A big star agent like Chen Daoming must be relatively reliable.

Lao Fan nodded, looked around the house again, and smiled and said, "Xiao Wang, your house is your own?"

"No, like Ziyi, I also rented it. I have lived here for several years." As he said that, he remembered that he saw Lao Fan downstairs who seemed to dislike the environment around the community and said hurriedly: "Uncle Fan, I don't know if Ziyi tells you..."

"What's the matter?" Old Fan's heart sank slightly and asked knowingly.

"That's..." Wang Dalun looked at Lao Fan. If the previous conversation made Lao Fan understand him, then it was time to showdown. Perhaps when Lao Fan asked about the house, that's exactly what it meant.

He simply turned around and took out a book from the drawer of the desk, gritted his teeth and said, "It was Ziyi and I who bought a house, which had been renovated last month. When Ziyi came back from filming, we planned to buy furniture and move it over."

"You..." Old Fan suddenly stood up, his face suddenly became ugly, and he said sternly: "You were still saying that Ziyi was not yet an adult, how could you do such a thing!"

Although Wang Dalun was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by Lao Fan's fierce reaction. He was stunned for a moment, and then reacted and quickly defended himself: "Uncle Fan, you misunderstood. I didn't mean this. No..." He didn't know how to explain it in a panic, but when he saw Lao Fan's face getting darker and darker, he simply said bluntly: "Ziyi and I are in love now, and we don't have that at all, what! And I know she is not yet an adult, how can I do such a thing?"

As he said that, he picked up the house book and opened it: "Uncle Fan, look, we bought a two-bedroom and one-living room house, which has two rooms."

Lao Fan did not go to see the house book, but stared into his eyes and said, "Really?"

"Really." Wang Dalun said with great confidence without evading his stern gaze. He was a little aggrieved. He had never done anything before.

Lao Fan stared at him for five seconds, and then he felt that the big stone that was pressing on his heart these days had disappeared, and he felt relieved. But his expression remained unchanged. He took the house book from Wang Dalun's hand, glanced at it, and found that the house book was actually the names of Wang Dalun and his daughter. He couldn't help but frowned and said, "You bought the house, right?"

"No, it was bought by the two of us together, and Ziyi also paid for it." Wang Dalun said.

"Does she have money?"

"Yes, that's...that's the 150,000 I got from you."

"Isn't this what she used to pay the termination fee?" Old Fan said with a frown and deeper. He could tolerate his daughter's arrogance, but he would never want to see her lie.

"After the lawsuit was over before the New Year, Ziyi and I have paid the money together."

Although Lao Fan was stinking in front of him, he actually sympathized with Lao Fan. His relationship with his daughter was very stiff, he knew nothing about his daughter's affairs, and he even asked him in different ways. So he simply told Lao Fan about some of the girl's recent situation, including the girl's about to be with Ren Quan and Li Bingbing to open a hotel together.

Finally, he said sincerely: "Uncle Fan, don't worry, Ziyi really has a future for development now."

Lao Fan looked at Wang Dalun with complicated eyes. Although he had a bad relationship with his daughter, this did not affect his understanding of his daughter at all. Although Wang Dalun's words just now were attributed to his daughter's own efforts, he could still realize that many things were filled with the shadow of Wang Dalun, and that Wang Dalun was guiding his daughter on the right path.

Especially bureaucrats like him have a particularly profound understanding of the correct choice of the road. In general, his impression of Wang Dalun has completely changed, or he did not understand it before, but now he has finally gained a certain degree of understanding, and his intention to oppose them being together has gradually faded.

In fact, the purpose of his visit to Wang Dalun today was to see who the person who abducted his daughter was; at the same time, he also wanted to see if he could use his brain to make him give up his daughter voluntarily. Because the possibility of convincing his daughter was almost zero, and with his daughter's rebellious mentality towards him, things could only get worse and worse.

But now it seems that his original plan is no longer necessary, and he feels that his daughter is with Wang Dalun, so he feels relieved.

Lao Fan raised his wrist and looked at the time. There was still a little before he was scheduled to go back. When he talked to Wang Dalun, he found that he had nothing to say, so he stood up again and said, "Xiao Wang, do you have the key to Ziyi's room?"

"Yes." Wang Dalun subconsciously took out a key from his pocket, but when he looked up, he suddenly found that Lao Fan's face was a little unkind, and he quickly explained: "Uncle Fan, don't misunderstand. Ziyi often goes to other places to film. I have been in the capital for longer than her, so I took the key to her room, mainly to clean, wash, dry and ventilate, etc.."

Lao Fan looked at him deeply, with a strong warning in his eyes and said, "Let's go and take me down to see Ziyi's room."

"Hey!" Wang Dalun responded quickly and walked to the front to open the door and lead the way.

When he arrived downstairs, Wang Dalun opened the door of the 501 room and made a gesture of inviting him. Lao Fan walked into the house. The small living room was empty, and even the kitchen to the north had nothing. Because this was his daughter's room, he didn't need to ask Wang Dalun for advice and walked into the room to the south.

There are not many things in the room, two simple wardrobes, a small dressing table by the window, and a single bed in the middle. Although there is no one living in the room, it is cleaned very clean. There is no dust on the floor and the dressing table, and there is no smell of mold in the air. I believe that as Wang Dalun just said, I often come to clean and ventilate.

But looking at this very simple house, Lao Fan felt sour and deeply blamed himself. It was really not easy for his daughter to travel alone in the capital over the years. After all, he was the father who was very unqualified. Thinking of his daughter's repulsion to him, he turned around and looked at Wang Dalun who was following behind with a smile on his face. He might really thank this young man.
Chapter completed!