The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official

Chapter 673: Chapter 673: Fine Wine for the Guests

"Huo Ben is such a cocky son of a bitch, thinking he’s the sky over Red Flag County. If he wasn’t relying on being

my uncle’s godson, he'd be nothing more than a coal-mining rat right now."

Outside the tea house, Zhao Xiaozhuang curled his lips disdainfully. Clearly, as the blood nephew of Zhao

Chuanchun, he was hardly favored; he was merely assigned to muddle through in the city management brigade.

So his jealousy of Huo Ben was quite natural, given the vast gulf between them.

"Xiao Zhuang, to be honest, ten of you couldn't beat one Huo Ben, not because you're not smart enough, but

because you're not ruthless enough. After all, you know there are many things your uncle can’t deal with

personally and has to have Huo Ben do instead. That guy has definitely done his share of dirty deeds."

Lin Fan said with a smile as he patted Zhao Xiaozhuang’s shoulder. He knew well that everything he said would

eventually reach the ears of Zhao Chuanchun, so he had to master the art of using words.

"| definitely can’t beca beast like those who have tasted human flesh."

Lin Fan's seemingly critical remark actually gave Zhao Xiaozhuang scomfort. He took a drag on his cigarette

and looked off into the distance with his mouth curled.

"That's right. Moreover, you're your uncle’s own nephew. You have to realize that Huo Ben is like a wall standing

in front of your uncle. You can’t get to your uncle unless you knock him down. So you're clearer than anyone

about the danger involved. | mean, who would use their own flesh and blood as a bulletproof vest? When you

think about it, your uncle might actually be more protective of you."

Lin Fan's words made Zhao Xiaozhuang suddenly smile: "Lin, why does it seem so reasonable when you say it?

Turns out it’s not that my uncle doesn’t think highly of me."

"Of course he thinks highly of you. It’s all to protect you. Think about it, in Red Flag County, couldn’t you just

throw your uncle’s weight around without any risk? Meanwhile, all the dirty and tiring jobs are done by Huo Ben.

It’s natural then that your uncle should give him more benefits. It's obvious who's closer and who’s more distant

at a glance."

Lin Fan lit a cigarette and his cold eyes watched a convoy of cars slowly approaching the corner. It must have

been Black Widow Wei Manman’s entourage, five black Mercedes cars in total, finally stopping outside the tea

house.

As the car doors opened, the first dozen men to emerge had various hairstyles but all looked spirited. Just their

cold eyes sent shivers down one’s spine, as if being watched by a wild animal could instill a sense of dread. This

made Da Xiaoshuang, who was originally standing behind Lin Fan, suddenly vigilant, quickly stepping to his side.

After the bodyguards took their positions, someone finally opened the door to the middle black sedan. The first

to appear was a pair of slender, nylon-clad legs, followed by a tall woman with shoulder-length hair, stepping out

in high heels. Wei Manman, dressed in a suit jacket with thick eyebrows and big eyes radiating a masculine

energy, wore a black pencil skirt and a diagonal neckline T-shirt that highlighted her curvaceous figure.

As she stepped out of the car, the front passenger door also opened and a man with thick eyebrows, a wide back

and broad chest got out. Dressed all in black, he was likely Wei Manman’s personal bodyguard, following closely

behind her as they approached Lin Fan sitting by the roadside.

"So you're Lin Fan?"

Standing opposite Lin Fan, Wei Manman, in her high heels, scrutinized him and the people beside him with her

deep eyes.

"Yes, and you're Black Widow, right?"

Lin Fan was also sizing up Wei Manman. Her all-black attire gave her a rare toughness for a woman.

"If you don’t know how to speak, you'd better keep your mouth shut. My nis Wei Manman, not Black

Widow!"

It was obvious that Wei Manman didn’t like the nickname. After all, such an unladylike moniker was usually

whispered behind her back by young masters she'd disciplined, and Lin Fan was certainly the first man to dare

address her that way to her face.

"I don’t care whether you're Wei Manman or the widow, | heard you've been spreading word in the Provincial City

that you want to break my arms and legs?"

Without giving Wei Manman a chance to speak, Lin Fan bluntly set a confrontational tone.

"That's right, what you plotted against my cousin, wouldn't breaking your arms and legs be letting you off easy?"

Wei Manman'’s eyebrows knitted tightly as she faced Lin Fan’s off-the-books approach; she never expected him

to be so direct.

"Every stream has its source, every tree its roots. There's video evidence of the dirty business your cousin was

involved in. He didn’t callover to test the tightness’ when he was enjoying himself with that girl. Now that

there's trouble, you want to pin the blon me?"

Lin Fan tossed his cigarette butt to the ground and his eyes swept over Wei Manman: "So, your Wei Family is not

here to talk sense, is that it?"

"Don’t play dumb with me. I've been using those tricks since the days | wore split pants."

Wei Manman stared coldly at Lin Fan.

"When you were wearing split pants, | never did; how would | know!"

Lin Fan's retort instantly reddened Wei Manman’s face with embarrassment: "Daring to be a hooligan in front of

me, you're as good as dead today!"