"Can't you die? If you can't die, just eat it yourself!"

"Oh, my master, you see, I am still a patient now. Do you want to be so heartless? At worst, I will give you shit and urine in the future."

"Fuck, I need you to take your shit and urine?"

As he spoke, Ke Yuanhe put the bowl heavily on the chopping board in front of him, and said dissatisfiedly: "Okay, if you can't die, just eat it yourself. How can the master feed his apprentice?"

Fang Yuanshan, who had a bitter face, was wrapped around his body like a rice dumpling. The pressure at the bottom of the ocean was very terrifying. Although he did not kill him in the end, his bones were also broken a lot, especially the ribs on his chest. According to Ke Yuanhe, he was very lucky and almost pierced his heart.

It is said that if you survive a great disaster, you will have good fortune. Fang Yuanshan will also survive a great disaster, but he did not find any good fortune. The clones of No. 17 will also say something like "Mr. Fang, the great contributions you have made to the survival of mankind will be remembered forever." They don't even know why the black hole disappeared for no reason.

Ke Yuanhe knew something, probably it had something to do with him, but Fang Yuanshan didn't say anything and he didn't ask. The group of them didn't go anywhere, and just rested in a temporary base near the lake, and healed Fang Yuanshan by the way.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to leave, but mainly because Fang Yuanshan is not clear about the current situation at the bottom of the ocean. He doesn’t plan to leave here before he sees it with his own eyes.

As for why he refused to leave, it was mainly because he did not have that flying saucer-like object in his space, and he didn't know where the space had been pulled. He was afraid that if that thing was still at the bottom of the ocean, wouldn't there be endless troubles in the future?

The perverted physical fitness made Fang Yuanshan move freely after only one week. In the cold northern part of Greenland, Fang Yuanshan and Ke Yuanhe got up every morning to practice Qi and maintain health. They had lost some time to pick it up again.

He was not interested in Kung Fu, but he was practicing Qi very seriously now. The scene of almost suffocating to death at the bottom of the ocean that day is still vivid in my mind. If he had some internal breathing skills at that time, how could he not be so embarrassed?

On the ninth night, when Ke Yuanhe fell asleep, Fang Yuanshan flashed and left the camp at the foot of the mountain and dived towards the bottom of the lake.

There is no problem with space defense, space movement, etc., this is what Fang Yuanshan has always been thinking about "God's blessing". Otherwise, even if the black hole is killed, he will probably live a very depressed life in the years to come.

Everything went very smoothly. When he came to the bottom of the lake, the island held on the lake with a black cone had disappeared, and the entire seabed was extremely clear. When he dived to more than 200 meters, it was pitch black, and then he could no longer see the objects, but no black hole was found.

I slowly dived to the bottom of the lake and searched for a circle in my memory. The flying saucer, which had a diameter of more than 20 meters, has disappeared now, and the huge deep pit is still there and has not been filled with mud.

After searching for a circle in the center of the lake, he couldn't find it. Finally, he followed the valley entrance to the ocean current, but it was still in vain.

"Has it really been refined?"

With a suspicious look on his face, he had no choice but to return to the shore. When he returned to the bed, he was still thinking about where the flying saucer had gone?

The huge crisis was relieved by Fang Yuanshan and his group. Unfortunately, except for the few of them, the outside world didn't even know about such a deed that could be recorded in history.

“Huhhhh…”

The helicopter propeller was shaking. Ke Yuanhe had already gotten on the plane with the canvas bag when he came. Fang Yuanshan, who was walking behind, asked at No. 17: "Americans should know that you are here, right? How about you, are you still planning to be here?"

"I...we have nowhere to go~"

He nodded with a stern look on his face. The Americans are stubborn about their clones. Once they find their traces, they will definitely end up unstoppable.

"I mean if, if, if you want, I can set aside a place in South America as your headquarters."

No. 17 blinked his eyes and nodded, "If you need it, I will contact you then."

"Okay, I'll leave first, we'll have a date later~" Waves with a group of clones, and then boards the helicopter.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and I don’t know the year of the year. I spent two months in Greenland. It’s mid-October outside now. It’s Brazil’s “spring” and the maximum temperature during the day has reached 28°. After returning from Greenland, he is still wearing thick warm clothes. He changed into a casual suit after the flight attendant’s reminder.

"You'd better send me on the plane back home. I can't get used to it when I'm abroad."

"Look at what you said, it seems like you have been abroad. It is rare that you have made such a big career by your disciple. What can you do if you go over and see it?"

Ke Yuanhe, who was reluctant to come to Brazil, was always talking about returning to China even when he got off the plane. Fang Yuanshan advised him all the way, and finally brought him to Brazil.

Not returning home without returning home is like walking in a brocade dress at night. He told his master every day that his career is useless, and Ke Yuanhe has no intuitive concept, so he simply let him see it with his own eyes.

Brazil's Sao Paulo International Airport, as the largest airport in South America, has an average daily take-off and landing aircraft of more than 600 times, with a throughput of more than 50,000 passengers, and a constant stream of domestic and foreign tourists traveling back and forth every day.

After returning from Germany after refueling gas, they landed not at Rio Airport, but at Sao Paulo.

With such a large number of tourists, there are naturally many high-ranking officials, political talents, and film and television stars. Especially in Brazil, which is a football kingdom, there are countless football players here.

There are naturally many important people, celebrities, athletes, assistants and bodyguards around them, but these people are not allowed to get off the plane today. The São Paulo International Airport urgently notified that all landing planes are not allowed to turn on the landing gear, and they need to wait until the distinguished guests leave before they are allowed to get off the plane.

Regardless of whether others complain or curse or not, when Fang Yuanshan and his team landed, the cabin door was opened, and the red carpet was laid all the way to the side of the spiral ladder. Bodyguards in suits and ties were waiting respectfully below, and four extended Bentleys leaned against the plane.

"Boss~"

"This is my master, you can call him Mr. Ke~"

"Hello Mr. Ke."

The uniform sound echoed on the apron of St. Paul International Airport.

Ke Yuanhe glanced at him and said dissatisfiedly: "I said you kid brought so many people over here. Are you trying to show your master's advice?"

Fang Yuanshan, who was walking on the right, shouted: "Oh, my master, how can you miss your disciple me so much? I want you to have a happy and stable life in your later years. How could you say so unbearable?"

The boss Fang Yuanshan now shows this personality in front of people who are particularly close to him. Especially in the past two years, he has rarely joked with anyone. The people who were greeting him under the spiral ladder accidentally saw the boss's true temperament, and they all wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

Their cars were parked under the plane, and the way out was not a VIP passage, but a direct internal employee passage. Those who picked up the plane outside and the hidden paparazzi naturally did not see him.

After leaving the airport, the car went directly to the intercity expressway. Looking at the bustling trees on both sides of the road and the faint green forest at a distance, Ke Yuanhe finally smiled and nodded, "I didn't expect the scenery in Brazil is good."

He also looked at the scenery outside the car window and smiled and said, "Master, you don't know where you are. You can go to Amazon and Akurei to see it. The scenery there is so beautiful~"

"Well, Amazon, I know, I heard it is the last primitive jungle on Earth."

"Yes! However, it was severely damaged by new immigrants and indigenous people in the early years. Recently, the Brazilian government is increasing its efforts to return farmland to forests, striving to bring all the new immigrants into the city within five years."

Ke Yuanhe glanced at him, his eyes flashed through the shadow of a tree that was quickly retreating beside the car, and he said casually: "I'm afraid this won't be that easy, right?"

Brazil is as rich as China, and it is also a country composed of multi-ethnic groups. However, their forest coverage rate has reached 57%, and the population is not as large as China, with only about 200 million people. Japan has a small area of ​​120 million people.

"It has to be done even if it is easy, and it has to be done even if it is not easy, but I am confident that in five years, the economy of Brazil will take to a new level."

Fang Yuanshan has great ambitions, and Brazil is just his foothold. He wants to develop this place to a certain extent and then radiate towards the surrounding countries with a point.

However, there are many problems here. South America is too poor, and blacks are generally lazy. In addition, there are people in primitive tribes who are like stones in pits, smelly and hard. Many times, their people have to resort to force to make them act according to their wishes, so they have to make great efforts to rectify them.

Fang Yuanshan explained the situation in Brazil to his master and also introduced him to the customs and customs. As he was talking, he remembered a person, the big lama "Jiale".

This happened several months ago. He was asked to come and help. Afterwards, he said he was going to parade on Amazon, but he didn't take it seriously. Now it's been half a year now, and he is about to forget it.

"He's still here?"

Hearing the master's question, he said uncertainly: "I don't know, maybe it's here."

The two of them chatted all the way. When they were about to get off the expressway, Ke Yuanhe looked at the toll station in front of him and said in surprise: "There are toll stations here too?"

"Haha, of course! Otherwise, where will the maintenance and repair cost come from? The Brazilian government has no money."

After the master reminded him, he thought of something, but he did not mention it.
Chapter completed!