George's face already showed a little sullenness at this time, because in his eyes, the words Zhang Fugui said not only lacked any sincerity, but were actually a mocking behavior.

"Dean Zhang, is this good? I can sell you the ranking, but you don't want your son to participate in the competition." After speaking, George looked at Guan Yu next to Zhang Fugui and immediately suggested: "In this way, Zhang Fugui

Dean, if you ask this gentleman to participate in the competition, given his hardware conditions, we can discuss the ranking."

Let’s discuss again? If my second brother goes to participate, do I still need to buy a place from you?

"Mr. Qiao, let me tell you..." Zhang Fugui obviously disagreed with George's suggestion.

George seemed a little unwilling to have Zhang Fugui call him by the wrong name again and again, so he finally corrected him: "My name is George."

"I'm sorry. Judging from my memory, I'm really sorry. I mean Mr. Zhi..." Zhang Fugui patted his forehead apologetically.

"Who is Mr. Zhi? Dean Zhang, my name is George!" George finally couldn't bear it anymore and refuted Zhang Fugui's mistake on the spot.

"Yes, your name is George. Don't you foreigners put their last names last?" Zhang Fugui still didn't realize where he was wrong.

"You...forget it, just call me George." George could no longer keep up with Zhang Fugui's thinking, so he had no choice but to wave his hand.

"You see, foreign devils are difficult to serve. Just give them a smile and they will start playing tricks." Zhang Fugui complained softly to the second master next to him.

"Dean Zhang, what are you talking about?" Zhang Fugui spoke in a very low voice, and George only saw his lips moving up and down.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just asked my second brother if there was anything I could do." Zhang Fugui didn't dare to say what he had just complained about, so he quickly found an excuse to cover it up.

After hearing this, George shook his head with a tangled look on his face: "How? I'm afraid there is no way. Dean Zhang, the facts are in front of you. If you are an audience, would you believe that an eleven-year-old child can win in the ring?"

After all, this is not just one event, each contestant has to go through several selections, so... it’s really difficult to handle.”

"It's difficult to do it? If it's difficult to do, don't do it." Zhang Fugui also felt that what George said made sense at this time. After all, this is not a voting contest or anything like that. It needs to be seen in the ring. So thinking about it this way, can I buy it?

Leaving aside the quota, how to reasonably assign this quota to Li Bai is a problem that cannot be solved at all.

"Dean Zhang, I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean..." George felt even more guilty when he saw Zhang Fugui gave up this unreasonable request.

Because now it seems that Zhang Fugui really wants to buy the winning spot in the martial arts competition from him.

If Zhang Fugui gives up this idea at this time, does it mean that his own purchase of real gold pawnshop shares will also go to waste?

"What I mean is that I'll let this matter go for a while. When I come up with a perfect solution, I'll come to you for consultation." Zhang Fugui sighed, temporarily putting aside the matter of buying quotas.

That’s it.

Now George also felt uncomfortable because, to put it bluntly, trading means everyone gets what he needs.

If you don't have the chips the other party wants, will the other party still sell the shares of the real gold pawn shop? Will they still accept donations for the orphanage?

In this way, it seems that everything is back to the starting point.

Does it mean that we have to go down the path of coercion?

George never minded using violence, but he always believed that violent methods were the least cost-effective, and the risks of using those disgraceful methods at this time were too great.

"Dean Zhang, I think you should not think too rigidly. You might as well look at many things from a long-term perspective. If you reject our request to acquire the shares of Zhenjin Pawnshop, it will really be harmful to you but not beneficial." George

At this time, it seemed that some true feelings were revealed, as if every word he said was considered for Zhang Fugui.

"Yeah, but I didn't refuse..." Zhang Fugui looked at Mr. Guan for some reason, thinking to himself, I just told him to put aside the quota matter, how come everything turned into a fuss in your ears?

Put it down?

"You really don't listen to advice. Do you know what harm will happen if you do this? Do you mean that you agree to transfer the shares of the real gold pawn shop?" George paused for a moment, and then said with some excitement.

"Yes, but wait a minute, please make it clear. What did you just say I would harm by doing this? Who would it harm?" Zhang Fugui looked at George and asked seriously.

"I...I mean, if you don't agree to our request, it will make me unable to sleep, but I don't have to worry about it now. After all, you have agreed, so when will we sign the contract?" George stopped quickly.

He lived in the car and told a reason that Zhang Fugui would never believe.

Zhang Fugui didn't bother to argue with him. Anyway, he was already angry with Feng Changxia. Since I don't know what conspiracy you are going to engage in, I will give you enough bait so that you won't take the bait.

Just when he wanted to tell George that he could sign the contract today, Zhang Fugui suddenly thought of something.

"The contract... is really important. I have to ask my secretary to take a closer look. We will sign the contract in person at Sihai Restaurant the day after tomorrow. You'd better prepare the money first." Zhang Fugui rubbed his hands.

, said to George very expectantly.

"That's what it should be, it should be, we should keep in touch at any time." George was very satisfied with Zhang Fugui's answer. In his eyes, this is what he really wants to do business with.

Because as far as he knew, Zhang Fugui was an extremely slippery guy, so under this premise, if Zhang Fugui simply agreed to sign the contract immediately, George would feel very suspicious.

Since the other party has relaxed and promised to sign the contract together the day after tomorrow, then we are 70-80% certain about this matter.

As for the donation to the orphanage, George believed that as long as he had a start, he would not be afraid that Zhang Fugui would not be successful.

In George's eyes, Zhang Fugui, this slippery fat fish, was about to take the bait.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. It's because I didn't entertain you well. It's already dinner time, but I still keep dragging you to discuss business. Dean Zhang and this brave gentleman. I hired a French chef a few days ago. How about today?

At noon, how about we try his craftsmanship together? "Although the development process of things has some twists and turns, the direction is finally moving towards the goal he wants, so George is in a very good mood now and sincerely invites Zhang Fugui

The two had lunch together.

Zhang Fugui did not answer, but looked back at the second master, and saw the second master shaking his head covertly, so he said to George: "I really want to taste your chef's skills, but my second brother has

It's an urgent matter. I have promised him to accompany him on errands this afternoon. Next time, next time I have a chance, I will definitely have a good meal. "

George looked at Guan Yu's face, and the second master lowered his head shyly.

George then said with a smile: "Well, that's really unlucky. Another day, I will let my men prepare the most abundant ingredients to welcome you, my friend."

After George said this, he sincerely handed his right hand to Zhang Fugui.

Zhang Fugui held George's right hand with an apologetic look.

This scene looks like the two people are really friends.

In the end, George personally sent Mr. Zhang Fugui out of the house, and even praised Zhang Fugui's old pickup truck against his will. It was very tasteful. At first glance, it was a classic style that cannot be copied today.

Zhang Fugui was not sure whether this could be replicated. He just kindly pulled down the window and asked George to go further away.

George thought Zhang Fugui was worried about bumping into him, so in order to show his enthusiasm, he still stood stubbornly very close to the pickup truck.

Zhang Fugui thought it was not my fault that you were seeking your own death, so he started the engine directly.

Suddenly, billowing black smoke billowed out of this elegant courtyard.

George's snow-white home clothes were suddenly blackened by smoke. Before he could realize what was going on, the old pickup truck had already driven out of the yard, leaving only bursts of black smoke still invading the surrounding areas in the yard.

Flowers and plants.

George was choked and coughed non-stop, and the old housekeeper took out a towel to clean his master's face.

At this time, George had no time to worry about these things. Even though his face was covered with black dust, his heart was happy.

Taking three steps in two steps at a time, he walked back to the monitoring room.

Zhao Liang was still waiting for him in the house.

"Congratulations, Mr. George, I know there is nothing you can't do." Zhao Liang had already been familiar with everything that just happened through the screen, so the moment George entered the room, he picked up his wine glass and celebrated with George

road.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao. I also congratulate you. Your project will probably start soon." George responded with a smile.

After a glass of wine, both of them were extremely happy.

"Mr. George, I actually don't understand why you can sell your ranking but don't sell it anymore? You know, if you just agreed to Zhang Fugui's purchase of the martial arts competition ranking, maybe the donation to the orphanage can also be negotiated

"Zhao Liang said the question and poured George another glass of wine.

George heard the complaint in Zhao Liang's words, but he could not tell him all the truth in the organization.

Behind this martial arts competition, there will be a shocking gamble.

The organization can undertake such a large gambling game because these gamblers believe that the organization behind George will not cheat and that everyone sitting at the gambling table is fair.

But if in the end, an eleven-year-old child gets the ranking, this matter will greatly reduce the credibility of the organization behind George.

So when George heard about Li Bai's age, he immediately rejected Zhang Fugui.

"Mr. Zhao, please believe me, Zhang Fugui can't run away." George looked at the blood-red wine in the glass and drank it down greedily.

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Zhang Fugui drove the car without saying a word. After more than ten minutes, the second master suddenly said: "Fugui, why don't you ask me why I don't let you stay at his place to eat?"

"You must be doing it for my own good. When you want to tell me, you can just tell me no?" Zhang Fugui replied nonchalantly.
Chapter completed!