"What! What do you mean! What do you mean by master? Are you insulting me too! Baga! You bastard! I won't let you go! I won't!..."

Zhang Fugui's words stung Xiaotian Duzi's fragile nerves even more.

All the grievances in his heart continued to fuel the flames of anger in his heart. Xiaotian alone tore off all his disguises and screamed hysterically at Zhang Fugui.

Zhang Fugui has no intention of talking to Xiaotian's only son, thinking that if you keep showing off, I will let the second master beat you!

Just when Zhang Fugui was thinking about whether he should ask the second master to beat him to death.

The door to the house was pushed open without warning.

George walked in with two middle-aged men.

"Dean Zhang, I admire you, I admire you. I have to admit that I underestimate you." George looked like a gentleman and greeted Zhang Fugui in a friendly manner.

"You... aren't you that sandwich?" Zhang Fugui didn't know many foreigners, so although he only met George a few times, he had a deep impression on him.

"It's George." George corrected him very gracefully, and then led his men straight to Oda's side.

Oda Dokko's eyes are red now. He is not tall, so when he talks to people, he usually holds his head upward.

But now his head is not raised, but his eyes are staring upward with all kinds of hatred, making it look like he has a murderous aura.

Without saying a word, George slapped Xiaotian's only son in the mouth.

Oda Doko did not escape, but his breathing movements became louder and louder.

"Zimu, Tuyi, Mr. Xiaotian is feeling a little unwell. You two will take him out to rest. I will talk to Dean Zhang about some serious business."

George looked at his palms in disgust, and then said to the two middle-aged men beside him.

After receiving the order, the two men passed George and walked to Oda Dozi's side, and whispered "please".

Then, without waiting for Oda Duzi to speak, the two of them lifted up Oda Duzi's arms, one on the left and the other on the right, and walked outside the house.

During this process, the man named Zimu glanced at Guan Yu intentionally or unintentionally.

The whole process takes less than five minutes.

Now the negotiating partner with Zhang Fugui has been changed from Oda's only son to George.

"Although I should skip these impolite things, I am still curious to ask, Dean Zhang, how did you determine that Xiaotian is not the owner of this place?" George first took the initiative to pour two cups of black tea for Zhang, Fugui and Guan Yu.

, after mixing milk and sugar cubes, he sat back to the seat where Oda's only son had just been.

"The reason is very simple. In my impression, Mr. Xiaoduzi is an arrogant guy, but he actually talked politely to a housekeeper. This behavior almost made me suspect that the housekeeper just now was the real master. Xiaoduzi

I don’t have much contact with Duzi, but I know what he is like. If you are of a lower status than him, he won’t be polite to you.” Zhang Fugui took a sip of the black tea that George mixed himself and was very satisfied.

's nodded.

The second master was minding his own business and added two more cubes of sugar.

"Oh? Yes, he is indeed a rude guy." George seemed to do it on purpose. He did not correct the mistake in Zhang Fugui's title, but continued to ask: "How do you know that I have been monitoring this place? I

The monitor is very advanced. Do you have some kind of equipment with you?"

"No, I am gambling, and it seems that I won the bet. My gambling luck has always been good." Zhang Fugui did not reveal the trump card of Mr. Guan, just like George did not show up with Zhao Liang.

.

In fact, George's two questions seemed random, but they had a deep purpose.

Firstly, he wanted to confirm whether Zhang Fugui had known about his relationship with Xiaotian's only son, and secondly, he wanted to see what background Zhang Fugui had that he didn't know about.

Fortunately, Zhang Fugui's answer made him no longer worried.

"Dean Zhang, I think we should talk about the quota for the martial arts competition." George skipped everything and directly changed the topic back to the beginning.

Zhang Fugui also seemed to act as if nothing had happened. When he saw that George could just send two people to take away Oda's only son, he could confirm that George was the one who could really decide everything.

"Okay, again, I want to buy a place, no matter how much it is." Zhang Fugui didn't waste any more words and mentioned his requirements and conditions again.

"Can I know why?" George asked.

"I said it was for my dream, do you believe it?" Zhang Fugui replied with a smile.

George smiled and shook his head. He felt that Zhang Fugui might not reveal his true purpose.

"Forget it, then you should tell me who you bought it for. You have to tell me the truth." George continued to ask helplessly.

"To...my son." Zhang Fugui thought to himself that he was really sorry and couldn't tell the truth this time.

In the eyes of outsiders, Xiao Li Bai is Zhang Fugui.

"Oh?" When George heard this answer, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"How pitiful parents are, but Dean Zhang looks very young. I didn't expect you to have a son. I don't know how old he is."

George had made great efforts to investigate Zhang Fugui's identity and background.

However, because Zhang Fugui is an orphan, all investigations, including Zhang Fugui's age, are inaccurate and only provide a rough range.

So when Zhang Fugui said he would buy a place for his son, George didn't have much suspicion at this time.

Zhang Fugui thought for a while and decided to report according to Li Bai's physical age: "Eleven."

"Seventeen? It's indeed a bit young, and it's a bit difficult to handle." George secretly planned it in his mind, and then said in a very embarrassed tone.

"You heard wrong. It's not seventeen, it's eleven. It's so tall." Zhang Fugui stood up and corrected while gesturing to Xiao Li Bai's height.

"Eleven? That won't be difficult."

"Really? That's great. By the way, you haven't said what the prices of various rankings are..." Zhang Fugui asked excitedly.

George directly interrupted Zhang Fugui: "What I mean is that it is no longer a difficult problem to solve, but that it cannot be solved at all!"

"Dean Zhang, think about it, if in a national martial arts competition, the winner is an eleven-year-old child, what will the audience think?" George spread his hands and asked helplessly, because of this matter

It's something that cannot be solved at all.

"What do the audience think? The audience may think that this is a martial arts genius that is rare to see in a century... Isn't it popular now to be a fresh meat? We are young fresh meat in the ring, only eleven, how fresh is this?
Chapter completed!