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Chapter 102: The new waiter

"I'm stuck. Do you want me to teach you how to get stuck?"

In a conference room, a capable middle-aged man was reprimanding his subordinates. He slapped the table hard and said in a tone that said:

"The Gattuso family wants to build a hotel next to the highway? What a liar. Don't you know what this means?"

This man is the leader of the relevant departments in Minzhou. Due to the special circumstances of Minzhou, his rank within the relevant departments is not low.

"You can't even come up with excuses? Just say that the geology of that place is loose and not suitable for high-rise buildings."

"But minister, this is foreign investment, and there will be pressure from other departments."

Minzhou is located on the southeastern coast and has a certain degree of attraction to foreign investment. We have just entered the 21st century and are in need of foreign investment. The work of attracting investment in various cities is extremely heavy, and we are looking forward to having foreign investment.

Many leaders in Minzhou are counting on Gattuso's investment, and for this reason they are willing to give the green light to the Gattuso family's hotel. Even if the relevant departments are aloof, they cannot withstand the combined pressure from above.

"This matter involves national security. Tell them there is no need to talk. If something happens, they will be ready to leave."

The minister slapped the document under the table with a wave of his hand. He didn't know where the Gattuso family got the news, but it was obvious that the person who came here was ill-intentioned.

"Wait a minute, is there any news from the execution department headquarters?"

"No, I'm afraid the Gattuso family acted without permission."

The minister nodded. If someone came from the headquarters, it would be a bit troublesome, but what can a child do if he acts without permission?

"By the way, isn't Mr. Lu here? There are some things we can't talk about, but he can definitely do it."

There are some things that people within the system cannot say, but that person is not a person within the system, so it is appropriate to move out.

The mind of this law-abiding minister came to mind that figure who had his own way of doing things. This great god had recently been planning to bring a big blow to Odin. There were some things where it was just right for him to step in.

The project between the Gattuso family and the Black Prince Group has been in trouble since that day, and construction has been delayed.

A few days later, An De was chatting boredly with Lao Hu at Hexutong Teahouse, and Lao Hu was bragging about his early fighting experiences.

According to him, he is a descendant of Captain Mo Jin. He traveled all over the country and made a fortune by fighting back and forth, so that he could open an antique shop in Minzhou.

But Ander didn't believe it. According to Lao Hu's story, he had to stay in prison for at least thirty years for the things he had committed. Moreover, the stories he told were so patchwork that they were all false.

While Lao Hu was telling how he poured a red cock with black donkey hooves and dog blood, the door of the teahouse was pushed open.

A white boy who looked like he walked out of a movie walked into this antique Chinese teahouse. Lao Hu's voice suddenly got stuck in his throat. Looking at the straight bodyguard behind the boy, an idea came to his mind:

"Big fat sheep!"

Lao Hu didn't care to continue chatting with Ander. He quickly stood up and walked over, asking in accented English:

"Hello,..."

"Sorry, I'm looking for Mr. Luander."

The boy's Mandarin, which was more standard than his own, made Lao Hu instantly dumbfounded. This might not only be a fat sheep, but also a fat sheep who knows his stuff well.

"Lao Hu, please go back first. This is my friend's child."

Ender sent Lao Hu out of the teahouse with a smile, and turned to look at Patsy Gattuso who had just entered.

"What? Gattuso also wants a share of the pie?"

Patsy looked at the kind man in front of him, recalled what his father had told him at that time, and tried to speak:

"Mr. Ander, my father just asked me to come and meet the former dragon-slaying hero."

Andre pulled out the chair and sat down casually.

"Meet me, I don't think so."

Patsy stood up straight and looked at Ender in front of him calmly, revealing a temperament that was inconsistent with his age.

"We knew there would be a battle later, I just came over to watch."

Ender sneered and watched. Maybe he also wanted to share the spoils with everyone who saw them.

"I heard that in some games, you can't kill minors casually, so the children in them are immortal."

"But this is reality. Do you think you are immortal?"

A low roar filled the room, and Ender sat up straight, unleashing his power without any scruples.

An unimaginable sense of oppression surged toward Patsy. The bodyguard on the side wanted to do something, but found that he could not move under such fear.

Have you ever experienced the feeling of sticking your head into a tiger's mouth?

The crimson tongue is close to your ear, and the sharp teeth touch your neck. The next second, as long as he closes his mouth, your delicate neck will break like a reed rod.

This is how Patsy feels now, that kind of powerlessness and fear, which makes this child created by science feel the special emotion of fear for the first time.

Holding on to the table next to him, Percy panted heavily under the heavy pressure. His originally blue pupils had turned golden, and the dragon's blood in his body was boiling, allowing him to resist Ender's dragon power.

"%..."

He wanted to activate his word spirit, but his teeth were clenched together tightly and he could only make a sound from his throat.

Ender looked at the two people who were struggling to support themselves in the dragon's power, and suddenly withdrew the dragon's power with great interest.

thump!

Bang!

Patsy and the bodyguard beside him could no longer control their bodies and fell to the ground in a hurry.

A teardrop streaked down Patsy's sweat-covered cheek. The joy of surviving the disaster made the child shed tears involuntarily.

"It seems a bit heavy..."

Ender muttered, judging from his age, Percy was a junior high school student, and what he did just now seemed a bit excessive.

"Okay, okay, come and wipe it."

Ender threw a pack of tissues to Patsy and listened to him sobbing quietly. Slowly, the crying sound became choked and then disappeared.

The boy who was frightened and cried just now has once again become the noble son of the Gattuso family.

"It seemed a bit too much just now, why not do it like this."

Ender admitted that he was a kind dragon, and he felt a little soft-hearted after seeing Patsy's tears just now.

"You can work at my place during this period. When everything is over, how about I take you to take a photo with the trophy?"

Ender said in a coaxing tone.

"You said it yourself, you want to come and watch."

Instead of rejecting him directly, he should put this young master next to him and keep an eye on him all the time.

It just so happened that Ender was a little too bored looking at the teahouse by himself, so it would be nice to have someone to chat with.

Patsy was stunned for a long time before answering:

"As you wish."

From that day on, there was a boy with blond hair and blue eyes in Hexutong Teahouse, who was responsible for serving tea and water when Lao Hu and others played mahjong.

For a long time afterwards, Patsy would shudder when he heard the word "chat". God knows what he went through with Ender.

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