Marco Shi has received professional fighting training. He is so powerful and heavy that it is as easy as killing a chicken to deal with ordinary people. Today is the first time he has met someone who can beat him like a chicken.
Zhou Qingfeng's reaction and speed were too fast, and his strength far exceeded the impression given by his appearance. This made Marco Shi's explosive attack unable to gain any benefit.
The moment he was knocked down, Marco Shi felt as if a huge stone was pressing on his chest. He could not breathe or move. He felt that blood was pouring out of his lungs, blocking his throat, and he might suffocate at any time.
Zhou Qingfeng reached out and pulled the Slavic man up. The latter seemed to have recovered from the near-death situation of drowning, gasping for air.
Ho ho...
After several loud gasps, Marco Shi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced at the young man in front of him with strange eyes. The man was shorter than him and had a good build.
Judging from the few moments when the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, it can be seen that its hand-to-hand fighting ability is extremely strong. It does not require much skill, and it can crush any opponent with its speed and strength.
"Who are you?" Marco Shi didn't believe that an ordinary person could defeat him so easily. The opponent was not as simple as he appeared.
Zhou Qingfeng poured a glass of water from the water dispenser, turned it into holy water with a flick of his finger, and handed it to Marco Shi, "Drink it, it will be good for you."
Max sat down, took the cup and drank it all in one gulp. The severe pain in his jaw and the stuffy heart were relieved. "What did you give me to drink?"
There was still less than half of the cup left. Marco Shi raised his hand and tried to look at the light, then lowered his head and smelled it. He watched Zhou Qingfeng take the water from the water dispenser, but the water was obviously a little different.
No one would be able to recover significantly from a heavy punch on the chin just by drinking water. But the young man in front of me did it.
"My name is Zhou Qingfeng, the president of the 'Shengguang Group'. The group has many businesses, and I have a wide range of interests. I recently want to develop a new business. But this business may not be so legal."
Zhou Qingfeng made some gestures with his body, and Ma Keshi understood very well. ‘Shengguang Entertainment’ has expanded rapidly within half a year, and its ability to grab the market is like a whale. No company can compare with it.
"Several companies under my control have achieved good results, but I am a bit short of manpower. Especially some manpower with special abilities."
Zhou Qingfeng is really distressed. Many things require him to do it himself. For example, he had to go personally to deal with a group of Vietnamese who pirated comics. It really doesn't seem like something that someone in a high position would do.
"What does this have to do with me?" Max asked.
"Don't you think it's strange that there is suddenly a bear among the sheep? As the leader of the sheep, I naturally want to investigate the origin of this bear." Zhou Qingfeng said.
Marcus made a self-deprecating sound from his thick chest.
"It seems that I really shouldn't hide in a small crew that makes underground movies. Who knew there was a monster hiding behind this crew? What do you want me to do?"
"Actually, you should tell me this question. I'm in a good mood these days. I'm going to listen to your job application and maybe I won't kill you."
Zhou Qingfeng's joking smile was like a devil showing its fangs.
Marco was stunned, and after a while he realized that his crisis had not been resolved - obviously, he had gone to the wrong place. The new owner was not easy to fool.
"I..., my name is Vasily B. Polyakov, now I am called Marcus. I was born in East Berlin, of Russian origin. I worked in the Stasi for seven years, two years ago
Went to Moscow for training.
Russian, German, English, French, Spanish, my language talent is pretty good. Tracking, assassination, disguise, espionage, these are all no problem. I can do everything an agent should know."
Marcos paused, but Zhou Qingfeng shook his head.
The former had no choice but to continue, "Maybe I can recruit a group of desperadoes and form a small organization or something. Or engage in some black market transactions and smuggle some in-demand goods."
But Zhou Qingfeng still shook his head.
"I can help you deal with some difficult matters, meet some people who should not have contact with you, and collect or spread some information you need.
I know some special communication methods that may come in handy after all."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled and nodded again, withdrawing the thorny mental pressure. He just needed someone to help him with some wet work.
Marcus breathed a sigh of relief. A few seconds ago, there was a kind of palpitating terror surrounding him, like a sharp dagger against his heart, which could kill him at any time.
After the pressure was relieved, Marco Shi gasped for air again, looked at Zhou Qingfeng in confusion, and asked: "What did you just do to me?"
"Nothing." Zhou Qingfeng lightly snapped his fingers, and Irene walked in from outside the room. The dryad maid had a thin page of paper and a small knife in her hand.
The words on the page were very strange, and Ma Keshi didn't recognize them at all. He took the paper and knife in confusion, looked at Irene, and then at Zhou Qingfeng.
"Put your blood on the page." Erin said with a smile.
"Why?" Marco Shi asked in confusion.
Erin's smile became even more charming, "You can do it, just sign the contract."
As soon as the sound reached his ears, Marco Shi's brain went into chaos. His usually firm will suddenly softened, and he held a knife in his hand and lightly cut his fingertips.
A slight sting made Marco Shi suddenly wake up. He watched helplessly as a drop of blood dripped from his fingertips and fell on an inexplicable page. The blood stains spread and soon the entire paper was covered in blood.
When the paper page was completely immersed in blood drops, all the strange words on the page disappeared.
Shocked...
Marco Shi's heartbeat suddenly increased to two hundred, and it thumped like a drum. He looked at Zhou Qingfeng again, with extreme fear in his eyes, as if there was a real high-level demon sitting in front of him.
"From now on, you are the director of the overseas department of 'Holy Light Technology'. Although you are the only one in this department now, remember to come to the company tomorrow.
I will arrange for someone to apply for some documents for you, and you will need to travel to mainland China."
After Zhou Qingfeng finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the small shabby house that Marco Shi rented.
Marco Shi asked loudly from behind: "What does the overseas department mean? What do you want me to do?"
"Open up overseas markets. For example, sell our cultural products all over the world. I suggest you learn about the business of 'Holy Light'. Only by making money for the company can you make money too.
The company is likely to develop the European market next, especially the Russian region. I need you to build relationships, contact some old friends, and make some preparations."
Zhou Qingfeng's voice quickly disappeared in the stairwell outside the door.
Irene took a step back and left a business card for Marco Shi, "Your Excellency, the new director, I am Irene, and this is my phone number. If you need anything, please contact me.
The company will reserve an office for you in the office building in Causeway Bay. In addition, you'd better not think about escaping, otherwise it will be bad for your heart."
The dryad maid smiled, turned and left, leaving Marco Shi in a daze in the room.
Walking outside the dilapidated apartment building, the chaotic HK streets are crowded with people. The bustling international port also has dark places, and the poor live less comfortably than dogs.
Zhou Qingfeng raised his head, and the disorderly store billboards covered his eyes. Irene asked in a low voice: "Master, can this down-and-out guy help us?"
"There is no way. What we want cannot be easily bought. The only place where we have a chance at the moment is Russia in the north.
But when it comes to that chaotic country, I really have no idea, let alone looking for contraband. I finally have a leading party, so naturally I want to try it and see if it works?"