Give him another choice. Since he comes, he will be at peace. Now he can only take one step at a time!

Tang Feng and the man came to the end of the corridor. Surprisingly, there was an elevator here. Tang Feng couldn't help but chuckled and shook his head. It was really interesting to think of the person who installed the elevator here!

Taking the elevator, Tang Feng followed the man to the sixth floor. In front of the elegant but gorgeous gate, the man stopped and walked: "Dear Mr. Death, the boss is waiting for you inside, and now you can go in.

"After saying that, the man helped Tang Feng open the door.

Just as Tang Feng was about to take a step, the man suddenly whispered: "My dear friend, as a friend, I advise you, no matter what request our boss makes, please do not refuse. Please believe the advice of a friend!" After that, he rushed to Tang

Feng smiled slightly, then turned around and walked back.

Tang Feng was slightly stunned for a moment, then walked in without hesitation. The room was large in size, still in the style of the middle European period. There was also a huge fireplace on one side of the wall, and there was a raging fire inside.

At the huge desk, a blond old man wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a black robe was smiling at Tang Feng.

"Welcome, my friend, I'm sorry I'll invite you in this way." After saying that, the old man pointed to the sofa in front of him and said, "I know you have many questions, but are you planning to stand up

Talk to me?"

Tang Feng kept staring at the old man since he entered the door. He thought about it hard, but he had no impression of the old man at all. Even when he was in Blue Eagle, he had no record of this old man!

Since I don't know, I can only let the other party tell me. Tang Feng walked up to him with a calm look on his face and sat opposite the old man, chuckled and said, "Thank you for inviting me here. To be honest, this is what I have seen.

The most beautiful estate.”

"Haha, I thought you would ask me who I was first and why I brought you here." The old man had a smile on his face.

Tang Feng shrugged and took out a cigarette from his pocket: "You will tell me these questions even if I don't ask you, right? Oh no, thank you, I don't like smoking cigars, I like smoking this more." Tang Feng

He rejected the cigar that the old man wanted to throw over and raised the cigarette in his hand.

The old man smiled slightly without any mind: "You are a smart person, I like to talk to smart people." As he said that, he took out a pure gold pistol from the drawer of the desk and threw it on the table with a snap. Tang Feng

There was no change on his face, and even his eyes were the same as before, just smoking his own cigarette.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" The old man looked at Tang Feng's reaction and said in confusion.

"Why am I afraid?" Tang Feng smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "You have also said that I am a smart person. I don't think you asked someone to invite me to kill me just to your own hands.

Not that big hatred.”

"Young man, I began to like you a little." The old man smiled slightly and said calmly: "Sorry, my things are so messy." He said that, and took out a file bag from the drawer and threw it to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng now understands what a real noble is, that is, he is talking lies with his eyes open, and he is so righteous and so decisive! What he has here is messy? Isn’t that a joke? Tang Feng is going to believe his words, he is a fool!

After taking the file bag, he looked at the old man. After confirming that he asked himself to open the contents, Tang Feng opened the file bag with curiosity. After a moment, Tang Feng's face turned slightly pale, and he frowned slightly and said, "

I don't understand, what do you mean?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "I think it is necessary to let you understand before we talk. As long as I want, I can know anything!"

Tang Feng cursed in his heart that the old man was obviously fighting a psychological war with him, but the things in the file bag really shocked him too much!

"You want to find someone to cooperate?"

"That's right."

"Why me?" Tang Feng raised his head and looked at the old man and said.

"Haha, I am a businessman, I need benefits, and I will cooperate with whoever can bring me benefits."

"Hmph, the whole world has billions of people, and I am more than one person who can bring you benefits?" Tang Feng curled his lips and looked at him, clearly not believing this old guy's words.

"Maybe there are other people who can bring me benefits, but their conditions are not as good as you." The old man looked at him with a smile, as if he was not worried that he would not agree.

"Congratulations, old man, you won." Tang Feng shook his head with a wry smile, and then asked, "Is there any wine?"

"Of course!" The old man personally took out a bottle of red wine from 668 years from the wine cabinet next to him and put it in front of Tang Feng: "I thought you people in Z don't like drinking this, but I didn't expect you to be an exception!"

Tang Feng was lazy to pay attention to him and just filled a cup for himself. He was very depressed now, really depressed. It would be fine if someone was brought here for no reason. The old man in front of him knew everything about him. All the fuck was

What's the matter? I picked up the wine glass in front of me and drank it all.

The old man said with a heartache: "Oh, my God, are you drinking water?" He said that and snatched the bottle from the wine table back. Tang Feng was about to have another drink, but he saw the old man holding the bottle and his eyes were rounded.

He stared at him and couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Old man, you invite me to visit. You can't be so stingy, right? Didn't you just drink a glass of wine? As for that?"

"Just one bottle of wine?" The old man almost jumped up exaggeratedly: "Do you know how many years I have treasured this bottle of wine? It was from 1668, and now there are probably no more than ten bottles in the whole world.

, You'd better stop drinking, it's not suitable for drinking this kind of wine like you!"

As he said that, the old man put the wine bottle back. The most important thing about red wine is, the older the age, the more mellow the taste. When a real master tastes red wine, he only needs a little to taste the age of the wine. In one sentence

The classic saying of wine tasting is that what we drink is not wine, but history!

This old man is obviously also a master of this, so after seeing Tang Feng's actions, he was extremely depressed. He was not savoring red wine, he was obviously chewing peonies and wasting!

"Cough," the old man was embarrassed by the old man's gaze. He coughed lightly, and Tang Feng said with a slightly red face: "Well, I just felt it first. Who asked you to take out this thing to stimulate me?

Don't you take it back and invite me to drink?" Tang Feng smacked his lips. Not to mention, the taste was as a bit astringent as ordinary red wine. But in order to make the old man feel distressed, I endured it!

"Don't even think about it!" The old man glared at Tang Feng.

Tang Feng smiled indifferently, let alone, the old man looks like an old child now!

"Okay, old man, don't you introduce yourself first? Also, what are the benefits of working with you?" Tang Feng said lightly.

"Young man, since this manor is Habsboa Manor, then of course I am the owner of this manor, Chavo, Habsboa." As soon as he talked about the serious matter, the old man immediately returned to his smart look, and his face flashed.

He said with a faint pride.

Fuck me? Tang Feng twitched his lips and then scolded himself for being too rude and too rude. How could he treat the elderly like this?

"Habsbao? Is it the legendary oldest family in Europe?" Tang Feng's eyes lit up and he stared at the old man in front of him in disbelief. Could this old guy be a fake guy, right?
Chapter completed!