At the beginning of divorce, help the younger brother demon

Chapter 238 Aida

Chen Feng rubbed the center of his brows, but then he became relieved.

With such a large amount of work, he would be surprised if there was no official support behind it.

"So what does it mean?"

"Currently all parts of the country are attracting talents. Yuncheng officials want to make the new development zone a health industrial park integrating commerce and creation. Moreover, some facilities in the old urban area of ​​Yuncheng can't keep up. Therefore, the focus of Yuncheng in the future , will gradually move towards the new development zone.”

Chen Feng scratched his head. The advantage of cooperating with the government is that everything will be given the green light.

But the bad thing is the same, the originally simple things may become complicated because of the official intervention!
Noticing Chen Feng's embarrassment, Han Lan smiled and said, "But you don't have to worry too much, young master. If it is to be demolished to Chenjiagou, it may take half a year. Who can tell clearly about the changes in the later stage of the project."

"Yes, then try to avoid it." Chen Feng nodded.

"Good young master." Han Lan responded, and after licking some tea from Chen Feng's teapot, he said, "Young Master Chen, your skill...isn't it a bit too good?"

She has seen how terrifying Amon's skills are, and Chen Feng can match Amon evenly!
"Oh! Speaking of this, I remembered. Where is the Amon? I have something to ask him." Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a smirk.

Han Lan felt strange, but still called Amon in.

Amon's office is right in front of Han Lan's door, so when he heard Chen Feng looking for him, Amon got dressed in a panic, and looked at Han Lan nervously:

"Sister, tell me... Young Master Chen still wants to settle accounts with me, right?"

"Probably not, Young Master Chen... is quite easy to talk to." After pondering for a while, Han Lan shook her head.

Amon breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from the stool, obediently followed Han Lan into the office, and showed a simple and honest expression on his face:
"Master Chen, are you looking for me?"

"Do you know Mr. Aida?" Chen Feng asked curiously.

The master of Mongolian wrestling that the old man at home knew was Aida.

Amon was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly widened: "That's my teacher, Young Master Chen, do you know him?"

"It's kind of acquaintance." Chen Feng nodded dumbfoundingly, and looked at Amon curiously: "You are his student, how dare you learn other things?"

Chen Feng remembered that although old man Aida was old, he had a very bad temper, and he thought that Mongolian wrestling was the best in the world.

Basically, I come to fight with the old man at home every year, but since the old man passed away, I have never seen him again.

If Amon is really his student, isn't he afraid of being beaten to death by the old man?

After hearing this, Amon's face became guilty, and he scratched his head: "I learned it without telling him."

"If he finds out, you will die." Chen Feng said very seriously.

Amon's face became more tense, but Chen Feng's words also made him confirm that Chen Feng definitely knew his teacher.

After all, Aida only loses her temper in front of those close to her, and in front of others, she is just a kind-hearted fat old man.

He smiled dryly, and forced to change the subject in an unsmooth way: "Young Master Chen...you know my teacher, could it be that you have also learned from him?"

Chen Feng thought about it carefully, and then nodded in Amon's expectant eyes: "It's fine if you say you have learned from him."

As he spoke, he stood up, spread his legs apart, and assumed a standard wrestling posture.

Amon became even more excited, looking at Chen Feng scratching his head like an orangutan, his face turned red with excitement.

His skin was rather dark, so his face turned red, looking black and red, extraordinarily ferocious.

"Ah! What am I going to say! I... I!" Amon scratched his head in embarrassment: "But I haven't seen you before."

He has studied with Aida since he was a child, and he has never met Chen Fengcai in his memory.

Chen Feng waved his hand to signal not to talk about it, but stretched out his hand for a gesture: "Next time if there is a chance, let's practice again?"

"it is good!"

Amon nodded without thinking about it, and then felt a chill on the back of his spine. He turned his head and saw Han Lan, who was not wearing glasses, looking at him coldly.

Shivering, Amon quickly explained: "Sister! Don't worry, Young Master Chen is indeed very powerful. I may not be able to beat him!"

Han Lan had a look of suspicion. After all, in terms of physique alone, Chen Feng looked like a primary school student in front of Amon.

The more Amon explained, the more awkward his speech became. In the end, he simply covered his mouth with one hand, and just stared to express his dissatisfaction.

"Okay, don't embarrass him, there won't be any problems, and it's not about to fight now." Chen Feng saw that Amon was a little pitiful, so he couldn't help but help aloud.

Han Lan's complexion got better now, nodded, and gave Amon a hard look again, exhorting:
"Don't fight with the young master! Otherwise, this month's salary will be cut in half!"

The word salary seems to have pinched Amon's weakness. He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and he almost wrote a letter of guarantee to swear.

(End of this chapter)