"Master, don't worry, you can sue them and we will all be your witnesses!"
"Master, just wait, I'm going to blow up their building right now! Master gave me your life, it's his fault!"
"I am coming too!"
…
Seeing the excitement of the crowd, a group of poor people were about to go berserk.
Fang Zheng hurriedly said: "Amitabha, donors, there is no need to do this. You only have one life. Since you have the opportunity to be reborn, why not cherish it?"
"Master, but... that bastard tricked you, we can't ignore it." Someone shouted.
Fang Zheng said: "It doesn't matter, your illness is cured. Only the poor monk knows about it. You know it. If you really want to help the poor monk, you might as well go and sit in their branch... Well, just sit and drink some water." "
When the dozen or so people heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up.
Then someone laughed and said: "Master, we understand, let's go now, haha..."
So a dozen people ran away, went down the mountain, and headed straight to the provincial capital, Spring City.
There are branches of the Olmas family and the China branch of the Olante Group.
"Master, I feel that you are really crooked." Honghai'er said.
Fang Zheng said: "Don't talk nonsense, it's good for me as a teacher. But this Olmas is really tenacious, and he has gone a little too far. It seems like I should teach him the consequences of crossing the line."
"Master, what are you going to do?" Honghai'er asked curiously.
Fang Zheng glanced at Hong Hai'er and said, "Don't disturb me. Let me be quiet for a while. I'm holding back my big move."
"What's the big move?" Honghai'er was curious.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "Buddha said, don't say it. Let's wait until we succeed as a teacher. Well... go ahead and have fun."
Red Boy scratched his head and went out.
Fang Zheng waited for a long time, and finally, the state of entering the Tao appeared. Then, he closed his eyes and pressed one hand on his mobile phone...
The next moment, Fang Zheng opened his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Open the divine realm!"
Hearing this voice, Red Boy, Squirrel, Monkey, Lone Wolf, and Salted Fish all poked their heads in from the door, wanting to see what Fang Zheng was going to do, but they saw Fang Zheng's hand inserted into the phone. !
Meanwhile, in Olmas's office, he was still unaware of the collective defection of AIDS people.
He had closed his eyes to concentrate when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.
Olmas opened his eyes slightly, but saw no one. He frowned and asked, "Who?"
No one responded.
Olmas didn't think much about it and continued to close his eyes to rest while muttering: "Sure enough, poor sleep can easily lead to hallucinations..."
"Gudong." A soft sound came.
Olmas subconsciously opened his eyes and looked around. No one...
When he lowered his head again, Olmas's hair stood on end!
I didn't know when there was a mobile phone in front of him!
"Who brought this...?" Olmas asked.
Unfortunately, because of his request, he was the only one in the conference room!
Olmas looked under the table. No one was there...
There's no one in the closet!
I opened the door and looked in the corridor. There was no one around...
Olmas turned around again and saw another change on the table. The coffee cup was gone!
The coffee he never drank is gone!
Olmas rubbed his eyes. He was very sure that his coffee cup should be on the table.
So, where did he go
Olmas said: "Where's my coffee?"
At the same time, Fang Zheng took his hand out of the phone, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand. He took a sip, frowned, put it aside and said, "It's so bitter... Which of you will drink?"
As a professional foodie, Squirrel immediately shouted: "I'll drink!"
Then he ran over, licked a little, and the next moment he shook his tongue and shouted: "Water! Water! It's too bitter... Wow, I feel like I'm going to die!"
Xianyu walked over, took a sip, and said, "This tastes like hot mud... I really can't understand why people like to drink this."
Several people in a row said this, and others lost interest in coffee.
Fang Zheng ignored them and continued to do his thing.
Olmas was really a little scared. He started to rummage through the boxes to find someone. He believed that someone must have run in and scared him.
Olmas searched for a long time, but there was no one there. Just when he was sweating profusely...
"What are you looking for?" A familiar voice sounded.
"Monk? Is that you?!" Olmas exclaimed and turned around suddenly, but unfortunately there was no one behind him!
But his mobile phone was standing in front of him!
Then, the phone lit up, and a hand appeared in the phone, saying hello to him: "Mr. Olmas, do you really not think about what you said before?"
"Where's my coffee? Did you just take away my coffee? How did you do it?" Olmas was really frightened. The phone would go away by itself, and he greeted him with one hand on the phone. This was beyond his understanding of the world.
"This is not the point. The point is, can you help solve the problem of the donor and the poor monk?" Fang Zheng asked.
Olmas swallowed and said, "What happened to you was not my fault. Why are you holding me back?"
After saying that, Olmas suddenly raised his head and said: "Someone is coming."
Then Olmas took action quickly, grabbed the phone and slammed it on the ground!
However, the phone was not thrown out!
He looked up and saw a big hand reaching out from the phone and grabbing his wrist, so the phone couldn't be thrown out no matter what!
"Ghost!" Olmas screamed in fright and ran away.
At this moment, the hand swung hard, Olmas was thrown to the seat, and at the same time, the fist smashed on the table!
Bang!
A hole was smashed into a huge conference table.
Olmas, who was originally in a panic, immediately shut up, looked at the phone in front of him in horror, and said, "What on earth are you going to do?"
Putting his hands together, Fangzheng's voice came out: "Now, can we talk about the poor monk?"
"Can I say no?" Olmas asked.
Bang!
There was another hole in the table.
Fang Zheng said: "What do you think?"
Olmas said: "Let's talk."
At the same time, Olmas Family Orante Company, M Country Headquarters, in the conference room.
"Ollante, I really don't understand why you have to use so many connections to ask the negotiating team to add that kind of tea... We really don't need to participate in politics." A woman complained.
Opposite the woman, sat a young man with flaxen hair. The young man smiled and said: "My dear sister, you ask this question because you don't understand how valuable the tea is. We are businessmen. , Of course, we must maximize our profits. Anyway, those in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are also asking for high prices. We just suggest that they order more, it is not too much."
(End of chapter)