"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

"Um"

Fang Yuanshan, who snorted, heard the knock at the door in a daze, and said, "Come in."

"Sir, there are several guests downstairs who say there is something important to come to you, so I'll inform you."

Hearing Bauman's voice, Fang Yuanshantou returned without raising his head: "I understand, please let them wait for a while."

It was already past 2 a.m. when I arrived in Rio yesterday, I went to the hospital to visit Locke. It was already dawn when I fell asleep.

I got up and washed up. When I arrived downstairs, three or four men and women had already sat in the living room. When I saw Fang Yuanshan coming down, one of the 35 or 36 years old and handsome white men stood up and said calmly: "Hello Mr. Fang, I am 'Mc Joe', the executive director of 'amza'. Please forgive me if you take the liberty to bother me."

After walking up and shook hands with the executive director, seeing that several people on the sofa stood up, Fang Yuanshan laughed and said, "Sit down!"

"I wonder what Mr. Mike is asking me for?"

After hearing Fang Yuanshan's inquiry, this handsome man said simply: "Mr. Fang, I don't know what you think about the development of South Ferris Ridge. Now that the project is at a critical moment, you suddenly unilaterally stopped the supply of funds. Is there any special reason? If it is convenient, can you tell me?"

"Sorry, Mr. Mike, I'm a little unreversible in my funds recently and I may have to wait for a few days."

When he heard his words of neither salty nor light, Mike, who had already been talking about everything, suddenly didn't know how to question it.

The board of directors has been urging him to contact the rich Chinese-American man Shangfang Yuanshan as soon as possible. The development of New South America cannot be delayed for a day. Workers who cannot start work and cannot support their families will smash all their equipment in South Ferris Ridge. If a strike is caused, this matter will be a big deal.

In fact, as Fang Yuanshan guessed, they knew much more about what was underground in the South Ferris Ridge than Fang Yuanshan, and that was really just a barren land. In fact, even if the cost can be recovered in ten years and twenty years, they had already developed it. Why did they wait until today to find a foreign company to cooperate with? Their Vale really does not lack the 1 billion US dollars, but it is just a risk avoidance made by capitalists.

Fang Yuanshan's words of no money blocked all Mr. Mike's words back. He sat on the side of the coffee table and fell silent for a moment.

What he fears most now is that this "silly boy" from Oriental knew what he was, so he was unwilling to continue investing. In that way, all risks will probably be transferred to their company in the future.

The two sides were silent for a while, and finally, the Mike Joe, who rushed over excitedly in the morning, hurried away with his subordinates after accusing him. Before leaving, he did not mention any contracts or anything else. The "fs Global Trading Company" was just an empty shell. If he really wanted to break up, he would file for bankruptcy and get rid of him. What could he do to others?

After standing at the gate to send Mr. Mike away, Fang Yuanshan was about to turn around and go back to the house when another sound of the engine came from the door. He looked up and saw it. It was a "Toyota Prado" off-road vehicle.

The car drove straight to the door of Fang Yuanshan villa and stopped, and walked down from above a group of men and women. Among them, there was the squeaky Jiu-Jitsu master I had seen last time. At this time, I saw Fang Yuanshan standing at the door, with a dark face on his two eyes, which were more white and less black, full of anger.

"Yohe, you haven't been beaten enough yet, or have you hired another expert?"

Hearing Fang Yuanshan's teasing, the black man next to the car looked at him hatefully, turned around and opened the car door.

"Bit!"

A pair of feet wearing black cloth shoes stepped out of the car, and followed a man who was also a black man, bent down and "drilled" out of the car. Why do you say that drilling? It's really that this man is too tall, and it's estimated that he is more than two meters tall.

This "giant" may be because of his height. He looks a little thin. His brown hair is woven like a hemp rope on his head, making a series of gullies, revealing the blue-white scalp on it.

Yuan Gaoyang and the others who heard the noise in the room walked out, including Roy, who had just met last night, followed behind.

This Roy is an "Shiopian" from Ethiopia, and not as he imagined as most Ethiopians were black. This Roy is a white man, not a few years older than him, and is only about thirty years old. He is also a top expert from Siberian training camps.

When the "giant" at the door saw Roy, a fire flashed in his eyes. He followed Fang Yuanshan and said in Portuguese: "You are that Fang!"

The so-called "giant" who was about 40 years old had been planning for a long time, otherwise why did they come as soon as he got home?

Fang Yuanshan yelled: "Yes. What's wrong?"

"I am Gai'er's Jiu Jitsu coach, and I'm half of his master. I heard Gai'er say that Fang, you are very powerful, so I want to come and ask for advice."

Fang Yuanshan has a lot of things, so how can he have time to play with him? He shouted without looking back: "Fugui, don't stand in a stance first. I've found you a practice exerciser. Come here quickly."

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

Li Fugui's generous big feet stepped on the solid wood floor in the living room, making a rhythmic sound. When he arrived beside him, he said, "Where?"

"Here's this giant gentleman. Please practice with him. Speed ​​up, you're going to have a meal soon. Don't break the flower bed at the door. If you look back, you'll have to trouble the gardener again."

After saying that, Fang Yuanshan turned around and entered the room, muttering as he walked, "I can't rest assured early in the morning."

"Bang, pong, boom..."

Fang Yuanshan had just walked to the table and sat down. Li Fugui behind him had already followed him. Fang Yuanshan was not surprised and said to Roy who was still standing at the door: "Come here and have dinner quickly. It will get colder later."

With his shout, Roy, who was still standing at the door, walked over quickly. When he saw Li Fugui, who had already lowered his head and "Xilihulu" drinking porridge, his eyes were full of shock.

"Stop watching, have a meal first, you can also ask him to practice it when you have time."

“…”

After dinner, Fang Yuanshan took Li Fugui and Yuan Gaoyang to the "Grand" Building. The hand-painted images Haywood have almost analyzed. Fang Yuanshan wanted to see if there was anything different from the last one.
Chapter completed!