Chapter 1191 Are You Full?

After finishing speaking, Phelps hung up the phone regardless of the bewildered receptionist.

"Sir, I'm sorry, Mr. Phelps, I'm not here." The receptionist smiled professionally, and Fang Zheng said.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, the front desk was stunned. Where is the monk in front of him?

At the same time, in the stairwell, two figures, one big and one small, quickly climbed the stairs. Fang Zheng asked, "Are you sure he's upstairs?"

Hong Haier said: "Of course, I scanned it with my spiritual sense. The guy who just answered the phone and spoke is on the 88th floor. There are only three rooms there, so it's easy to find."

Fangzheng nodded. Both of them were not ordinary people. Although the 88th floor was high, it was similar to flat ground for them.

Soon, we arrived at the 88th floor. Fangzheng tidied his clothes a little, took a deep breath, opened the door in front of him with a smile on his face, and said, "Master Phelps, nice to meet you."

And at this moment, Phelps had just hung up the phone for two minutes!

"Fangzheng?" Phelps exclaimed. If he remembered correctly, Zhengzheng was still downstairs a minute or two ago! Even taking the elevator is not so fast, is it?

Sitting squarely and generously opposite Phelps, he folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, it is the poor monk. Phelps benefactor, you took something from the poor monk, shouldn't you return it?"

Phelps' face suddenly became ugly, but he still squeezed out a smile and said, "Abbot Fangzheng, I don't understand what you said. What is restitution? Why should we give you the technology independently developed by our company?" ?”

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "Benefactor, the poor monk is not here to negotiate, but just wants to get something back."

Seeing Fangzheng's kind face, Phelps didn't look like a big devil, and he also quietly pressed the alarm button. After a few minutes, the security guards would break into the door. He believed that his security team had someone ability to protect him.

As a result, Phelps was relieved a lot, leaning on the chair, and said calmly: "Abbot Fangzheng, I have made it very clear that there is nothing of yours here. You can't get anything. Of course, as a local Host, I'd be happy to treat you to a meal."

Phelps' last sentence was just a joke, and it turned out...

Fangzheng rubbed his belly and said, "Since the benefactor is so enthusiastic, then the poor monk should eat some."

Phelps' face froze immediately, and he looked carefully at Fangzheng. Fangzheng didn't seem to be joking, and suddenly he felt like Cao Nima ran past his head. This thief is bald, and he doesn't seem to play his cards according to common sense!

Phelps, suddenly thought of Fangzheng's nickname - Crooked Master!

For the first time, Phelps recognized the title.

"Master, many people are here." The red boy Fangzheng said.

Fangzheng patted Red Boy's head and said, "Let them wait outside, the poor monk still wants to eat."

Red Boy nodded and went out.

Seeing this, Phelps shook his head and said, "Abbot Fangzheng, that is my security team, which is full of elite special forces, including the Airborne Corps of Country Y, and the SEALs of Country M. The power is very scary. They don't know how to take care of children, your disciples will be thrown out easily."

Just then, the phone rang, and it was another call from the front desk.

Phelps shrugged his shoulders and said to Fangzheng: "I'm so sorry, it seems that your disciple has been thrown out. My idiot subordinates are just so indifferent... Don't worry, I will pay for the medical expenses."

After finishing speaking, Phelps pressed the hands-free button, crossed his legs, squinted his eyes, sipped red wine, and smiled charmingly. He wanted to see Fangzheng's distressed look.

In the end, Fangzheng also smiled slightly, picked up a magazine on his desk, and covered his face.

Phelps looked puzzled.

"Mr. Phelps, my God, something big happened!" exclaimed the day before yesterday.

"It's not a big deal if the sky falls, so just talk about it," Phelps said.

"Mr. Phelps, the gentlemen of the security team have been thrown out into a hill at the gates... God, there are people falling from the roof! Oh my God, they are just I fell and fainted, this is simply unbelievable! That's the 88th floor!"

puff!

When Phelps heard this, he spit out a sip of red wine, and all the wine was just blocked by the magazine in Fang Zheng's hand.

However, Phelps didn't have time to lament the foresight of the bald man, but quickly turned on the surveillance video downstairs. Looking at it, his forehead was covered with cold sweat! At the gate downstairs of the company, seven or eight strong men fell to the ground, stacked on top of each other, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead. At the same time, from time to time, people fell from upstairs and hit the crowd.

Phelps hurriedly opened the window, looked out, and saw a scream from the next door, a strong man was pushed out along the window, and one foot was still being grabbed by the other party. Looking carefully, he was still standing on the window. personal! To be precise, it was a child, exactly Fangzheng's disciple!

Seeing Phelps looking over, the red boy smiled at Phelps, smiling very brightly, and then let go of his hand, the strong man fell down with a bang, and hit Luohan Mountain with a bang.

Looking at the child's smile again, Phelps felt that there was no sunlight at all, and the rest was cold, and he shivered from the cold!

A child overturned a security brigade of as many as 20 people? Is this Nima... still human?

Phelps thought of all the rumors about Fangzheng, and he finally began to believe that the monk in front of him was no longer human!

Phelps kept trembling with his fingers holding the cigarette, and sat tremblingly on the chair, but tried hard to calm himself down. Looking at the monk in front of him, he, who has always been good at communicating, didn't know what to say.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Benefactor, didn't you treat the poor monk to dinner?"

Only then did Phelps come back to his senses, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, eat!"

After finishing speaking, Phelps got up and walked out, and said at the same time: "Let's go out to eat."

"Wait." Fangzheng said suddenly.

Phelps trembled with fright, and asked, "Master, what else do you want?"

"Benefactor, are you full?" Fang Zheng asked.

Phelps was speechless for a while, his imposing boss treats guests to dinner, can he still make you hungry? This question, is he that stingy? So Phelps said: "Don't worry, master, just take care of yourself."

Fangzheng smiled with satisfaction: "That's good, the poor monk has eaten Western food before, but he was not full, and the portion was too small."

"It's okay, let's have Chinese food this time." Phelps said.

Fangzheng nodded happily and said, "That's good, by the way, my apprentice can eat better."

When Phelps heard the word "apprentice", his scalp went numb. Is that an apprentice? That's a monster! He just wants to get out now, he doesn't want to stay here for a second, and face this weird monk alone!