"I didn't expect that my little brother would still understand Feng Shui metaphysics? It's amazing. My father likes these things very much. You will have something to talk about by then."

When Zhang Feng heard Qin Fei's words, he looked at him in surprise.

Qin Fei waved his hand: "Just think about it casually."

"Hmph, show off."

Zhang Lingwei secretly glanced at Qin Fei and snorted disapprovingly.

The car entered the manor and heard that in front of a residential villa, there was a group of Zhang family standing in front of the door. The leader was an old man in his seventies in Tang suit. He was holding a crutch, as if waiting for Zhang Feng and Zhang Lingwei.

Zhang Feng quickly got out of the car, bowed heavily in front of the old man in Tang suit, and said with a trembling voice: "Father, I'm back, I'm worried that my health is too unsatisfactory."

Before the high-speed rail arrived in Linzhou, the Zhang family had heard that Zhang Feng had fallen into illness and almost had no way to recover.

Even Mr. Zhang was so anxious that he had been waiting at the door for his younger son to return, and the Zhang family members couldn't persuade him to go back.

Qin Fei asked Zhang Lingwei beside him, and said, "You know that Zhang Feng's health is prone to problems. Why do you have to take the high-speed rail? Isn't it faster to get to Linzhou by plane?"

Zhang Lingwei replied: "In addition to heart disease, my uncle also has a fear of heights. He will feel dizzy when he reaches a high place, so he usually takes a car or a train when he goes out."

Qin Fei shook his head slightly: "I told you a long time ago that your uncle is not a heart attack."

Zhang Lingwei gave Qin Fei a blank look, then walked forward, bowed to Mr. Zhang and said, "Grandpa, Ling Wei is back."

Ling Shuang whispered beside Qin Fei: "This person is the head of the Zhang family in Linzhou. Zhang Jiming, decades ago, was once the leader of the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal. Finally, he made his fortune by relying on the river transport and sea transport. He has a good relationship with Mr. Ma, the former richest man in China."

Qin Fei nodded slightly to show his awareness.

At this time, the Zhang family in front of the villa also saw Qin Feilingshuang and the others below the stage and asked strangely: "Who are these two?"

Hearing the family’s questions, Zhang Feng quickly turned around and introduced: “Father, this is the little miracle doctor who saved me. His medical skills are very superb. I thought it was an old problem, but he said it was malaria bitten by mosquitoes. A medicine cured me.”

Zhang Jiming saw his son's face flushed and looked at Qin Feiwei.

Nodded slightly: "This little miracle doctor, thank you for your righteous actions. I, Lao Zhang, thank you here."

Hearing this, Zhang Lingwei's face suddenly turned ugly, and then she said to Zhang Jiming: "Grandpa, he is not a righteous person. The reward he wants is a bit scary, and I dare not say it."

Qin Fei also smiled and nodded: "Yes, I am not a righteous person, I am just a vulgar person. I will treat diseases and save people. After taking my medicine, I will naturally have to pay."

"That's of course, come here, write a check of 500,000 to this little miracle doctor." A man who looked like eldest brother Zhang Feng ordered loudly.

Qin Fei smiled and said, "I'll send me away if I have 500,000 yuan? Let this little girl tell you what my offer is."

Zhang Lingwei hesitated, then stretched out five fingers and said, "Grandpa, that little brat, he wants so much."

Seeing Zhang Lingwei's gesture, many Zhang family members frowned slightly, just to cure the disease and save the patient. It was a bit too much to ask for a price of 5 million.

However, the person he cured was Zhang Feng, the old man's favorite son, so it would be barely acceptable to give him five million. The Zhang family was still willing to take out the amount of money.

The person who looked like a eldest brother of the Zhang family nodded: "Is it five million? That's fine. It saved Brother Feng's life, but it's worth the price-"

However, before he could finish his words, Zhang Lingwei interrupted him with difficulty and said, "The second uncle is 50 million."

"What?"

All the Zhang family members at the door of the villa were shocked, and even Zhang Jiming's turbid eyes looked at Qin Fei.

Fifty million is the funds needed for the normal operation of many assets under the Zhang family. If such a large amount of funds are to be moved, the family must hold a meeting and then Zhang Jiming agrees to it before it can be taken out.

Although the Zhang family could take out 50 million, Qin Fei obviously just spoke up and saved a patient. He would have to open his mouth for 50 million.

"Boy, you are not here to make trouble in our Zhang family, are you?"

"Fifty million, huh, two-thirds of the people on Earth can't make so much money in their lifetime!"

"Ling Wei, is the person you brought back in a brain problem?"

Many Zhang family members disagreed, if 50 million can be used to expand the family group

, they had no objection, but now they gave it to others, and they could not accept it no matter what.

Hearing the family behind him, Zhang Jiming took out the majesty of his head, pestle and crutch, and shouted: "What kind of chirping look like? Invite the guests inside first!"

The old man said something, and the Zhang family suddenly calmed down, but their eyes were still staring at Qin Fei impatiently and disgustedly.

Qin Fei didn't care at all, and walked into the villa hall with Ling Shuang with his hands behind his back and sat on the large and comfortable sofa.

"I'll just ask you one thing. How much do you think Zhang Feng's life is worth?" Qin Fei asked with a relaxed and comfortable look while eating the Hangzhou pastry sent by the Zhang family.

This sentence seemed to make the Zhang family whom he opposed just now so hard that they couldn't speak. Zhang Feng was not only the old man's favorite son, but also an indispensable figure in the Zhang company.

Without Zhang Feng's business acumen, Zhang's company would reduce its net profit by at least 30 million yuan a year, so what Qin Fei said is true. If it is really based on its value, the price Qin Fei would not be high.

"And, as soon as I take action, I can completely cure Zhang Feng's problems for many years, making him like a normal person, and never have to worry about another heart problem."

Qin Fei clapped his hands and continued.

When Qin Fei said this, a look of excitement appeared on both Zhang Jiming and Zhang Feng's faces, and Zhang Feng said incoherently: "Little Doctor, you, can you really cure me completely?"

His body has been diagnosed with heart disease since his birth, and it is a strange disease. The Zhang family has not improved after searching for famous doctors.

"Actually, I only knew what your problem was before, but now when I come to your Zhang family, I fully understand."

Qin Fei took a sip of the tea and said lightly.

Zhang Jiming said loudly: "Little magic doctor, if you can really cure Feng'er completely, not to mention 50 million, it is 500 million. As long as my Zhang family can take it out, I, Lao Zhang, agree!"

Hearing the old man's words, the Zhang family in the villa could only remain silent and dare not say anything more.

"Okay, let me rest for a few days before I can take the diagnosis and treatment." Qin Fei nodded and said.

Zhang Jiming waved his hand and shouted, "Come on, arrange the best room for the little miracle doctor!"
Chapter completed!