After saying that, Phelps ignored the confused front desk and hung up the phone.
"Sir, I'm sorry, Mr. Phelps is not here." The front desk said to Fang Zheng with a professional smile.
As a result, in the blink of an eye, the front desk was stunned. Where was the monk in front of him?
At the same time, in the stairwell, two figures, one large and one small, were climbing the stairs quickly. Fang Zheng asked: "Are you sure he is upstairs?"
Hong Hai'er said: "Of course, I scanned it with my consciousness. The guy who just answered the phone and spoke to me is on the 88th floor. There are only three rooms there, so it's easy to find."
Fang Zheng nodded. Neither of them were ordinary people. Although the 88th floor was high, for them, it was almost the same as flat ground.
Soon, they arrived at the 88th floor. Fang Zheng straightened his clothes a little, took a deep breath, opened the door in front of him with a smile, and said, "Donor Phelps, I'm glad to see you."
At this moment, Phelps had just hung up the phone two minutes ago!
"Founder?" Phelps exclaimed. If he remembered correctly, he was still downstairs a minute or two ago! Even if he took the elevator, it wouldn't be that fast, right?
Fang Zhengzheng sat opposite Phelps, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, it is the poor monk. Phelps, donor, you took the things belonging to the poor monk, isn't it time to return them?"
Phelps' face suddenly turned ugly, but he still squeezed out a smile and said: "Abbot Fangzheng, I don't understand what you are saying. What does return mean? Why should we give you the technology independently developed by our company?
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Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "Donor, this poor monk is not here to negotiate, he just wants to get his things back."
Phelps saw that Fang Zheng had a kind face and didn't look like a big devil. He also quietly pressed the alarm button. In a few minutes, the security guards would break in. He believed that his security team had
ability to protect him.
As a result, Phelps felt a lot more at ease. He leaned back on his chair and said calmly: "Abbot Fangzheng, I have made it very clear that there is nothing for you here. You can't get anything. Of course, as a local
Host, I would be happy to treat you to a meal."
Phelps's last sentence was just a joke, and the result...
Fang Zheng touched his belly and said, "Since the donor is so enthusiastic, then the poor monk should eat some."
Phelps's face suddenly froze. He looked carefully at Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng didn't seem to be joking. He suddenly felt like Cao Nima was running over his head. This bald man seemed to be acting out of common sense.
Card!
Phelps, suddenly thought of Fang Zheng’s nickname - Master Crooked!
For the first time, Phelps recognized this title.
"Master, many people are here." Red Boy said to Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng touched Red Boy's head and said, "Let them wait outside. The poor monk still wants to eat."
Red Boy nodded and went out.
Seeing this, Phelps shook his head and said: "Abbot Fangzheng, that is my security team. They are all elite special forces, including the Airborne Corps of Country Y and the Navy SEALs of Country M. Each of them has combat effectiveness and destructive capabilities."
Their power is very terrifying. They don’t know how to take care of children. If your disciples go there, they will be thrown out easily."
Just then, the phone rang, and it was another call from the front desk.
Phelps shrugged his shoulders and said to Fang Zheng: "I'm sorry, it seems that your disciple has been thrown out. These idiot subordinates of mine are so careless... Don't worry, I will pay for the medical expenses."
After saying that, Phelps pressed the hands-free button, crossed his legs, squinted his eyes, and sipped red wine with a charming smile on his face. He wanted to see Fang Zheng's distressed look.
As a result, Fang Zheng also smiled slightly, picked up a magazine on his desk, and covered his face.
Phelps looked puzzled.
"Mr. Phelps, my God, something big has happened!" he exclaimed the day before yesterday.
"It's not a big deal if the sky falls. Just say whatever you have to say," Phelps said.
"Mr. Phelps, the gentlemen of the security team were thrown out and formed a hill at the gate... Oh my God, there are still people falling from the roof! Oh, my God, they turned out to be just
I fainted after falling, this is simply unbelievable! That was the 88th floor!"
puff!
When Phelps heard this, he spit out a sip of red wine. All the wine was just blocked by the magazine in Fang Zheng's hand.
However, Phelps didn't have time to lament this bastard's foresight. Instead, he quickly opened the surveillance video downstairs. At this glance, he was covered in cold sweat! He saw seven or eight people at the company's downstairs gate.
A strong man fell to the ground, stacked on top of each other, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. At the same time, from time to time, someone fell from the building and hit the crowd.
Phelps quickly opened the window and looked outside. He saw a cry from next door. A strong man was pushed out through the window. One of his feet was still grabbed by the other party. If he looked carefully, he saw that there was still someone standing on the window.
A person! To be precise, a child, exactly the disciple of Fang Zheng!
Seeing Phelps looking over, Red Boy smiled at Phelps, and his smile was as bright as the sun. Then he let go of his hand, and the strong man fell down with a sound, and hit Luohan Mountain with a bang.
When Phelps looked at the child's smile again, he felt that there was no sunshine at all, and what was left was a cold, so cold that he shivered all over!
A child killed a security team of up to 20 people? Is this guy... still a human?
Phelps thought about all the rumors about Fang Zheng, and he finally began to believe that the monk in front of him was no longer a human!
Phelps' fingers holding the cigarette kept trembling, and he sat shivering on the chair, but tried hard to calm down. Looking at the monk in front of him, he, who has always been good at sociability, didn't know
What to say.
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Donor, didn't you invite this poor monk to dinner?"
Only then did Phelps come back to his senses, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, eat!"
After saying that, Phelps got up and walked out, saying at the same time: "Let's go out to eat."
"Wait a minute." Fang Zheng suddenly said.
Phelps was so frightened that he trembled and asked, "Master, what else do you want?"
"Donor, are you satisfied?" Fang Zheng asked.
Phelps was speechless for a moment. How could his majestic boss treat you to dinner and leave you hungry? Are you so stingy as you ask? So Phelps said: "Don't worry, master, I'll be satisfied."
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Fang Zheng smiled with satisfaction: "That's good. I've eaten Western food before, but I wasn't full. The portion was too little."
"It's okay, let's have Chinese food this time," Phelps said.
Fang Zheng nodded happily and said, "That's good. By the way, my apprentice is better at eating."
When Phelps heard the word "apprentice", his scalp went numb. Is that an apprentice? Is that a monster? He just wants to go out quickly now, and he doesn't want to stay here for a second anymore, alone.