"What's wrong with your eyes? There's clearly no one behind us!" Fang Rong pushed him.
"Is nobody here?" Fang Hua belatedly realized. "Then what do we do next?"
“Of course I’m selling you.” Fang Rong beckoned a waiter over. “Call your manager over. I have a big deal to make.” He pointed at Fang Hua, his meaning unclear.
However, the waiter was clever; he could easily guess who it was from seeing him with a beautiful woman.
"Please wait a moment." He would also get a commission if the deal went through, so he ran faster than a rabbit.
"Are you really going to sell me?" Fang Hua blinked innocently.
"What do you think?" Of course it couldn't be true; it was just an act.
"Oh." He had an indifferent expression, as if Fang Rong was bullying him.
"Hey, didn't we agree that I'd take you there and you could handle it yourself?" Considering that this hideout was a bit too big to destroy in a short time, they decided to do as the instructor said: capture the leader first, and catch the woman first.
However, to capture her, one must first get close to her. Moreover, for a woman to be the leader, her abilities must be extraordinary. Ordinary people cannot defeat her, and forcibly approaching her would only cause trouble. Therefore, Fang Rong's only responsibility was to send him inside.
If necessary, take care of a few of the smaller fry.
"The manager is here, let's sit down." Fang Rong nudged him to sit up straight, and straightened her own clothes to look more proper.
The manager was impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, exuding a high-class air. "Hello, I'm the manager here," he politely extended his right hand.
"Hello, I'm here to discuss business." Fang Rong also stood up politely. "This is my younger brother."
The two sat back down, and Fang Rong began to tell the story she had made up from the beginning: "My parents are old and can't work anymore. We have three sons to support and educate, so we had no choice but to sell one of our sons. He is the youngest son."
"Really?" The manager sized up Fang Hua. "So, how much do you want to sell it for?"
"The more the better, of course," Fang Rong said, looking like a money-grubber. "How many does the manager think we can sell?"
The manager lifted Fang Hua's chin and looked him over from side to side. "Why do I feel like you look familiar?"
Afraid that he might remember something, Fang Rong quickly changed the subject, "Is it like that celebrity? What's his name again? Oh dear, I've forgotten?"
"Oh, now that you mention it, I remember you too. He looks just like that celebrity Zhao Zixuan. He's so handsome."
"Yes, yes, it's him." Fang Rong's smile was a little awkward. As for Zhao Zixuan, she only remembered that his nose seemed a bit similar, both being so straight. Other than that, he couldn't compare to Fang Hua even a fraction of that.
"I sincerely want to sell, manager, give me an honest price." Fang Rong bargained like she was buying vegetables at a market.
“I’m honestly interested in buying it, but have you thought this through? This is a lifelong commitment; it involves signing a contract of servitude, and it has to be done voluntarily.” He looked at Fang Hua. “Are you willing?”
"I'm willing," Fang Hua replied obediently.
The manager was quite clever. He had initially thought the girl had been abducted, since the two looked nothing alike. Now that she had come voluntarily, he had some doubts.
"One million, will you sell?"
One million?
Fang Rong was startled, not expecting Fang Hua to be so valuable, and it seemed there was still room for her value to rise.
He hesitated for a moment, then the manager raised the price again, "Two million?"
It's already two million, doubled. Is this person just rich and stupid, or is Fang Hua really worth that much?
"Five million...wait a minute." His personal terminal vibrated, as if he had received an important call.
Five million is almost the price of a military mech.
Of course, military mechs are only for outstanding and qualified individuals; those who are not at that level or lack the necessary abilities will not be assigned them.
The instructors used their professional connections to create a competition among everyone. Whoever could complete 200 tasks ahead of time would get the mecha. Of course, this only applied to those who performed well in the past, and Fang Hua was among them.
He participated because the prize was for Fang Rong, which was unknown to everyone. The instructor thought he wanted to use it himself, so he gave him the spot.
In everyone's eyes, something so important was something that no one would even let others touch, let alone give it to. So no one guessed that he would actually be willing to give it to Fang Rong, and even Fang Rong herself couldn't believe it.
The manager ran out to answer the phone, and Fang Rong winked at Fang Hua, "Don't worry, I won't really sell you out for five million. After all, the mecha is worth more than five million."
Fang Hua smiled broadly, as if she hadn't understood the meaning behind his words.
"That's so stupid." Fang Rong rolled her eyes.
The manager seemed to have received some kind of assignment, looking at them with a serious expression. "Our boss said he wants to talk to you personally."
"Huh?" Fang Rong was stunned. It was so easy to see the boss?
"This way, please." The manager's tone became much more respectful as he led them the way.
The two of them hung behind each other, exchanging a silent glance.
Fang Rong's mind raced with thoughts. This boss was not easy to deal with. He had clearly seen through their scheme, and inviting them over meant either he was preparing a trap or he was extremely confident in himself.
As the saying goes, the bolder you are, the bigger the trouble you can cause. Since they knew their intentions, the fact that they still opened their doors so openly shows that they were heavily guarded and very confident in their defenses.
"They seem to know you?" Fang Rong leaned over and nudged Fang Hua with her elbow. She hadn't expected this kid to be so famous; his name had already spread all the way here.
Fang Hua shook his head, staring intently at the manager, but after thinking for a long time he still couldn't come up with a solution, so he simply shook his head again.
The corridor was long, lined with bodyguards on both sides, dressed in suits and ties, looking like gangsters.
The manager led them to a luxurious room and left, closing the door behind him. The sofa and chairs turned around, revealing a sexy and beautiful woman holding a large cigarette, her red lips slightly parted, exhaling a puff of white smoke.
She must be the legendary female boss.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
There really was an affair!
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