Talking and laughing.
The man in black from before came over: "The USB drive can be used."
The man's voice was very low, he kept wearing a mask, and he still spoke the local dialect.
The same is true for Mielong. He didn't seem to intend to show the whole picture from the beginning to the end. After hearing what the man in black said, he chuckled lightly: "Then you can meet your old friend too."
The man in black nodded and lifted his mask.
Feiying's eyes widened: "Maker?"
"Do you know each other?" Mo Bei asked knowingly. Before he came, he had already guessed that Feiying, a computer expert next to Mielong, might know each other, so Feiying didn't pretend.
Feiying nodded, and the two looked at each other: "I have done things together, I didn't expect to meet him here."
"I didn't expect that who would you do things for?" Maker said, looking in Mo Bei's direction, as if to say what point he is worth following.
Feiying pushed down his glasses: "Young Master Zhao is very generous."
With this sentence, Maker is more sure that he is repeating his old tricks to make money from this rich second generation.
At that time, Maker never imagined that the rich second generation in his mouth would be bey.
The one that even he couldn't handle.
Maker took off his mask, in some respects, just to confirm some things, now that there is no problem, he glanced at Mielong.
Mielong chuckled: "Mr. Zhao is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon. When Maker told me, I was thinking that if Mr. Zhao is willing, we can deal with the Feng family together. After all, their landing facilities are really impressive. Hands are tied."
"How to deal with it?" Mo Bei's behavior was indeed the same as her identity at this time. No one is allowed to provoke me. If you provoke me, I will take revenge on Mr. Zhao who went back.
Mielong avoids the important and ignores the trivial: "It's very simple, you give the person next to you to Maker, and when we have a meal, these two can join hands to give the Feng family a beautiful look."
"Flying Eagle." Mo Bei turned his eyes.
Feiying stood up: "It sounds interesting."
Mo Bei casually asked, "What exactly?"
"Suppress the economy." Mielong said this, but changed the local language at the next moment: "Let Feiying attack the communication facilities of the Feng family, you cover him up, I want to see that the information communication is complete after receiving Professor Liang. collapse."
"Yes." Maker lowered his eyes.
Neither of the two of them noticed the glint in Mo Bei's eyes.
Mie Long thought the plan was seamless, turned his head, and asked the waiters to pour some ice water into their glasses: "Mr. Zhao, I wish us a happy cooperation in advance."
Mo Bei didn't speak, just touched his with a wine glass, and he was handsome and compelling.
Communication towers cannot be hacked.
This will be more terrifying than cutting off the signal.
Feiying didn't wear earphones, so he didn't know what Mielong said at the end, and thought he was just talking about the economics of the Feng family.
Using Chinese businessmen to deal with Chinese businessmen, the method of killing dragons is indeed too ruthless.
But there was one thing he forgot, and it was the young man sitting in front of him.
Because they didn't take each other seriously.
So when someone came to report, Mie Long didn't pay much attention.
"Boss, we're here, but this professor is too stubborn, and those Chinese businessmen are not cooperating, so it's hard to find out where the things are."
Mie Long listened, turned the ring, and then raised his eyes: "Mr. Zhao, are you interested in cooperating with another matter? After the matter is completed, I will give you the profit."
(end of this chapter)