The fat man felt happy when he heard the master reject Nathan's attempt to become a disciple on the spot. He felt that the master was decisive in doing things and was in line with his own wishes.
Unexpectedly, the master changed the topic and threw the fat man directly in front of everyone.
Sure enough, as soon as the master finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on the fat man.
With a meaningful smile, the master said secretly: "Boy, I'm giving you the face, it's up to you whether you can take it or not!"
He was looking forward to seeing how the fat man with all his evil thoughts would behave in such a scene.
"Oh! The old man is trying to trick me!" Sensing the looks and comments surrounding him that included exclamation, envy, jealousy, hatred, contempt, the survival instinct made the fat man immediately alert.
"But just being vigilant isn't enough! How to deal with it? Alas! Let's just show off the attack!" He thought about it and made up his mind.
"Everyone, I am here to salute! Please stay closer and closer in the future! Take more care of me! Salute! Salute!" The fat man actually made a bow and said with a frivolous look on his face.
Everyone was shocked by Fatty's reaction. Is this the new disciple of the world-famous Master Gongzhuang? With such a playful and smiling face?
What kind of title is this for "my disciple"? Alas!
"Oh! Haha! Then congratulations, master! Your disciple is indeed... extraordinary!" Ganmil was quick to see the opportunity and thought about his words for a long time.
"Wait a minute! You are the master's new disciple? When did this happen? Why didn't I hear about it? Are you from McCann? What level?" Stephen asked with a look of disbelief and a frown.
When Stephen was at McCann, he had a somewhat personal relationship with the master.
He himself is a high-level annotator, and he is also involved in the related research of annotators, so he can talk to the master. It's just that he is more interested in politics, and he is in a high position, so how can he have so much time to do it?
Doing research?
However, one of Stephen's responsibilities is to coordinate the relationship between the government and the Master's Union. Therefore, he is the closest to the master among government officials.
Previously entrusted by the head of state, Stephen agreed to let the master accept Nathan as his disciple.
In his opinion, no matter how arrogant the master is, he will still give himself and the head of state this face. Moreover, Nathan's qualifications are already the best choice. For the master who is known to love talents, he is really the most suitable candidate.
But Stephen never expected that a "little thing" that he thought he was determined to achieve would be rejected by the master face to face.
Let’s not talk about how fragile the face was when it fell to the ground (just look at Nathan’s green and red face), let’s just say that the reason for the rejection was actually the fat man who appeared in front of him, who looked like a little gangster.
Where did this guy come from?
In fact, given Stephen's identity and his relationship with the master, it is not too much to ask what he just said. That is also the question in the minds of most people present.
In addition, the acceptance of a disciple by a master has always been a major event in the master circle. Unless the identity of the disciple is too sensitive, there will be a grand ceremony every time.
But this time, an additional disciple appeared silently, which made Stephen very curious about the identity of the fat man.
Under the influence of many factors, Stephen asked such a question without thinking.
However, in front of a fat man, can you say anything casually?
"Hehe!" The fat man laughed sinisterly twice, hugged his fists towards Stephen, and said leisurely: "I have seen this elder brother!" As soon as the words came out, everyone present was in an uproar.
No one calls McCann’s Secretary of State “old man”!
"Besides, your master and the 'brother' you call are of the same generation, so how do you call your master?" Everyone felt that the fat man did not understand the rules.
How did they know that the fat man called the master many times, such as Lao Xian, bald old man, old man, old guy... Where did this come from?
Everyone was giggling as they waited for the fat man to continue talking to see if he would make another fool of himself.
The fat man seemed to be very satisfied with everyone's reaction. He continued proudly: "Master just accepted me as a disciple yesterday. It happened in a hurry and I didn't have time to report to you! Oh! Master, I just started and I don't quite understand. You accept me as a disciple."
Do they all have to get the approval of the chief elder brother first?"
Provocation, open provocation.
As soon as the fat man said this, the surrounding area immediately became quiet, and the atmosphere became awkward.
Stephen's face turned a little pale, and he felt that his question just now was not considered carefully. He quickly explained: "This is not necessary. I don't mean that either."
The master looked at the fat man with a smile and did not answer. Instead, he raised his chin to signal him to continue. What he was thinking was: "This fat man is good at picking on people's language. You should be more careful when talking to him in the future."
Seeing that the master didn't mean to blame himself, the fat man felt at ease, and he laughed and said: "Oh! That's my misunderstanding! I thought my master had to report to you for everything he did! However, in fact, he should also report,
After all, you are the great elder now!"
Provoke, keep provoking.
The fat man deliberately emphasized the words "Great Elder" with a sour and helpless tone.
This sentence was very harsh to Stephen.
The master has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and is completely uninterested in politics. Therefore, in the past cooperation with the government, there were many frustrations that made senior officials scratch their heads.
This time, taking advantage of the sudden resignation of the master, McCann officials made great efforts to temporarily reach an agreement with the Master Master Alliance to let Stephen act as the agent for the Grand Elder's affairs.
For the McCann administration, which has always wanted to get involved in the management of the physician system but has never been able to do so, this is an epoch-making progress.
And for Stephen himself, it was a great honor.
It is an honor completely different from being a politician.
It is the honor of being an annotator.
The power in his hands became several times stronger overnight due to this change.
Stephen thought he knew the master's temper very well.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Now that the master has submitted his resignation, regardless of whether the Master Alliance agrees or not, he should not take back his decision.
The words he said when he met the master just now seemed to invite the master to continue to serve as the great elder, but the purpose was to strengthen the master's determination to leave.
This is Xiao Jiujiu in Stephen's heart.
How could he have imagined that just because of his normal question, the fat man would accuse him of "hiding a secret"?
The fat man's words clearly meant that Stephen regarded himself as the great elder and did not care about his predecessor's face or feelings at all.
Those who can stand in this place are basically old foxes. Who can't hear the overtones of the fat man?
Following the fat man's words, many people looked thoughtful.
"This fat man is really hateful!" Stephen thought to himself, his expression turned cold, and he said "hum" without answering the fat man's words.
Seeing that the other party no longer accepted the move, the fat man laughed dryly and said: "The tea will cool down when you leave! Well! It's okay not to talk about this topic!"
Too much! Too much!
Stephen's face turned red, and he was about to refute, but was interrupted by the fat man's next words.
"You just asked me about my origin. My first name is Mai Sang, and my nickname is Fatty. Many friends also call me 'Maiye', 'Fat Master', 'Sang Sangge', 'Asan-chan' and so on. It doesn't matter, look.
You can just pick whichever one you like. To be honest, I am not from McCann. My hometown is in a small village in the east. You probably wouldn’t know it if I told you.” The fat man was talking nonsense here, and everyone frowned when he heard it.
.
What the hell is this?!
Just listen to him continue to say: "As for the realm! If you are asking about character, I think it is pretty good, so I can use it. But if you are talking about the level of an injection master, oops! Sorry! I am not yet
Master, I'm just waiting for Master to give me some advice!" the fat man said naively.
Shocking!
This is absolutely shocking!
"The master actually accepted a disciple who is not a master! What's going on?"
"Does this fat man have some amazing talent? But I can't tell! There is nothing special about him except his height!"
"Isn't it possible that the master deliberately used the fat man as a pretext to reject Nathan?"
"Master did this. Could it be that there was something dirty between McCann's senior management and the Master Alliance?"
For a time, everyone was talking a lot, and various speculations were made one after another.
After all, Stephen was a senior official who had been in a high position for a long time, so he quickly calmed down. He winked at Nathan, whose face was still changing color next to him.
At this moment, Nathan was experiencing the first setback in his life.
From the moment he was rejected by the master, his mind was empty. He didn't even hear a word of what the fat man said after that.
With an unparalleled family background, good education and cultivation, outstanding appearance and talent, Nathan has had a smooth journey since he was a child.
Compared to the arrogant and reckless eldest brother and his sister who is addicted to pleasure, he is the focus of the family's training and the designated successor.
The master is a monument in Nathan's heart.
He has known the master's reputation since he was a child and knows the countless legendary deeds of this great annotator.
If Fatty is a master fan, then Nathan is a true "master fan".
He read and studied all the master's works repeatedly. From the moment he awakened to the elemental perception, he practiced himself strictly according to the methods in the works.
It can be said that for many years, although he has never met the master, he has already regarded himself as the master's disciple, and he is the most loyal and obedient disciple.
Nathan has always fantasized about what it would be like to meet the master formally, hoping to give him a surprise and make him accept him as his disciple with full approval.
But who could have imagined that when this moment actually arrived, it would be so bitter.
The master almost without hesitation rejected his request to become a disciple, and this rude, frivolous, fat country-guy in front of him became the master's new disciple.
Nathan's current mood is only unwillingness, jealousy, and even anger.
He saw Stephen's eyes and understood what it meant.
This is what he is about to do, he wants to give this fat man a show of strength, make him unable to get off the stage, make him embarrassed in public, and let the master understand how wrong this choice is.
Nathan calmed down his emotions, and walked up to the fat man with a blue face amidst everyone's discussion.
Both men are very tall.
Nathan is like a cheetah, with a strong body full of masculinity and graceful muscle lines full of power.
The fat man was like a silly bear, with his strong body standing like a hill and a slightly protruding belly, which seemed a bit majestic.
"I envy you very much! I'm also jealous! I think I can't compare to you in any way! I don't accept it! But since this is the master's choice. Congratulations to you!" Nathan said clearly, word for word.
After saying that, his eyes flickered, staring straight at the fat man, and stretched out his hand.
"Is this how people in McCann talk?" Fatty didn't expect Nathan to speak so directly and reveal what was in his heart.
"Well! Although this pretty boy is annoying, he is not without merit. At least he is not a hypocrite!" The fat man thought in his heart, but said: "Oh! Brother Nathan, I am reluctant to do it! Now the rice is cooked, and you don't accept it.
I can't help it! Come on, let's make love and make love!"
He pulled her as hard as 2,580,000 yuan. When he saw the other person extending his hand, he also stretched out his hand and shook it.
Of course he saw the provocation in Nathan's eyes, and knew that the other man's grip was probably intended to make him look embarrassed.
But the fat man also has his own plans.
First of all, he couldn't back down. If he did, he would lose face for himself and the master, and that's all for others. The little girl Zhuzhu was still watching, so this person couldn't afford to be embarrassed.
Furthermore, he has already revealed his identity as a non-Injector. If Nathan dares to use Injection for a sneak attack, even if he succeeds, he will be known as a bully. Looking at the righteous face of the pretty boy, he shouldn't be so mean.
Yes. Moreover, with the master beside me, I won’t believe that he can just look at it without reaching out!
Finally, the fat man concluded that Nathan would most likely only use the strength of his hands to test himself.
Well! Then there will be a fight.
Although under the fusion of elements, the physique and strength of an injection master will be several times higher than that of ordinary people. But the fat man's physical strength is not that of ordinary people.
Especially the strength in his hands, Fatty is quite confident.
Since he was a child, he followed his father to play with contraptions. Not only did he develop a pair of dexterous hands, but his strength was also extraordinary.
I have never competed with an injection master before, and Fatty also wants to try it.
The two big hands clenched together, clenched, clenched again, clenched as hard as they could.
No reaction.
The fat man's endurance was far beyond Nathan's expectation.
He originally planned to pinch the fat man until he grinned and took the initiative to withdraw his hands. After all, this person was already the master's disciple, and he couldn't let the master get too embarrassed.
When he first held the fat man's hand, Nathan's good upbringing had already alleviated Nathan's negative emotions a lot, and he even felt a little remorseful for his impulsiveness just now.
But I didn't expect that the opponent's hand was really strong, and it seemed that he was not weaker than himself at all.
So, Nathan, who had just felt relieved, became more competitive again and gradually increased his strength.
The power of the injection master, even without using the injection power, is not something that ordinary people can bear.
The fat man's true feelings were not as relaxed as he expressed. He felt as if his hands were being clamped by iron pliers, and he could only resist with all his strength.
At the same time, the fat man is still using tricks.
His fingers were very flexible after long-term training. At this time, he was struggling to move his phalanges to make them vibrate in a small space.
In this way, some of the pressure on the other party can be relieved to some extent.
Even so, Fatty knew that he was afraid of losing.
Time flies so slowly!
Youdao connected his fingers to his heart. The increasing pain made it difficult for Fatty to keep a calm expression. His forehead began to sweat, and he began to want to give up.
But the fat man is really unwilling!
He really didn't want to end up making a fool of himself after being pushed to the public by the master for the first time.
He usually laughs and laughs, but he has no formal attitude, but he also has his own persistence and bottom line in his heart.
He suddenly remembered the girl he pursued desperately many years ago. If he could have persisted a little longer, maybe, maybe she wouldn't have been abducted by that pretty boy!
"Hold on one more time, one more time, just one last time!" The fat man tried his best to convince himself, but he had indeed reached the limit.
Although, he knew very well that every time he persisted, he would have a better chance of winning.
He could already see the impatience in Nathan's eyes.
Yes, this kind of impatience is the fat man's chance of winning.
He could only hope that when Nathan couldn't attack for a long time, he would use his concentration out of impatience.
In that case, the fat man wins.
But the chance of winning was still slim, and the fat man's hands had begun to lose feeling.
"Oh! It's over! Still defeated!" The fat man's endurance finally reached the critical point.
His heart darkened, his spirit collapsed, severe pain came over him like a tide, and he opened his mouth to scream in pain.
Before the fat man opened his mouth, he felt a breath suddenly appear somewhere in his body.
A calm, thick, cold, indifferent atmosphere.
"Huh? Isn't this the negative aura that disappeared somewhere after it entered my body when I helped Silaire detoxify it?" The fat man couldn't help but panic when he thought of what happened before.
"What are you doing out here at this time? Isn't it chaotic enough?" Before the fat man could figure out the situation, he felt an opening on the thumb of the hand held by Nathan.
This feeling is exactly the same as when I absorbed poison for Silaire before.
Only, this time it’s not about sucking!
The sinister breath rushed straight towards the small opening on the fat man's thumb.
A brilliant orange light burst out, and Nathan shouted loudly, jerked his hand out, and backed away.
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