When the three heard this, one of the tall men showed a disdainful expression.
Calling him Uncle Fang at this point would seem like an attempt to get close to him: "Director Fang! We're doing very well."
Fang Zhiyou nodded.
"We'll send someone to take you to the safe house shortly. You're prohibited from using electronic devices there. Please hand over your cell phones and computers to us for safekeeping."
Huh? Didn't Tan Yao say I could control it remotely?
"Director Fang! Can I make a call now? There are several companies that are looking for me to sign contracts."
After I finished speaking, the man just made a "tsk" sound.
"Don't worry! I'll let Nangong Xi handle this."
As soon as Fang Zhiyou finished speaking, several military vehicles drove in.
The last one is fully enclosed and looks quite thick.
After we handed over our phones and computers, the people who came took us to the closed car.
It's quite nice inside, with airline seats and drinks.
The car started and no one spoke in the car. The only sound I could hear was the guy next to me eating potato chips.
This guy has a round head and wears a pair of round glasses, which makes him look a bit funny.
"Hey? You're number seventeen?"
I nodded.
"I'm number four!"
Now I know why they look at me that way.
There were seventeen people in total, and I was at the bottom.
"Do you know those two in front?"
"Oh! Number three is my biological sister, and the other one is number eight."
Shit! The one who made that "tsk" sound when I spoke just now was number eight.
Number three is the sister of number four. A family with two black card holders is quite impressive.
Black card holders are all top talents in a certain field and are technical types, but Person No. 3 is not as careless as Feng Zixi.
She was dressed very elegantly, wearing all branded clothes and her hair was neatly tied up.
Even when drinking water, I always wipe the cup with a tissue before pouring the drink.
"Hey!" Number Four touched me and said, "Don't look inside. You can't stand my sister."
Uh... I don't have that idea, okay?
As if hearing us talking, Number 8 turned around and said directly: "A toad wants to eat swan meat."
What the hell?
I glared at him, "Who the hell are you talking about?"
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