"Oh, Mr. George, when did this happen? I'm a little busy these days, and I didn't even know that you were bedridden." After Zhang Fugui was led into George's room by the housekeeper, he looked at him who was having a meal on the bed.

George, immediately said in an exaggerated tone.

As he spoke, he rushed to George and grabbed George's hands tightly.

George asked the housekeeper to take Zhang Fugui to his room. The purpose was very simple. He planned to use his current stable posture to contrast Zhang Fugui's anxious mentality.

The purpose is to hint to Zhang Fugui that you are in a hurry and I am not.

Even George's tone of voice was ready.

He planned to finish breakfast in front of the other party before speaking.

This slightly humiliating method of communication is what George has always wanted.

But after Zhang Fugui entered the room, before the housekeeper could speak, he rushed in front of him.

How dare you hold your hand tightly and say you are sick?

I think you are sick, seriously ill!

"Mr. Zhang, please let go of your hand and don't hinder me from having breakfast." George struggled to break away from Zhang Fugui's hand, trying to maintain a condescending tone.

"Mr. Zhang, my master doesn't like to be disturbed when he is having breakfast." The housekeeper also quickly walked to Zhang Fugui and tried hard to create some atmosphere for George.

"You can't even get out of bed, how can you still care about eating? You have to get well first, that's the most important thing." Zhang Fugui said still reluctantly.

"Mr. George, let's do this. I will recommend an old Chinese medicine doctor to you, and I will ensure that you can get out of bed as soon as possible... Oh, I am so jealous of talents. Who would have thought that George, you would be so sick at such a young age?" Zhang

Fugui told the story with a sad face, and people who didn't know it would have thought that he and George had such a good relationship.

When Cao Cao saw Zhang Fugui making such a scene, a smile appeared on his lips inadvertently.

How could the old man Cao Cao not know about George's way of meeting guests?

Isn't it just to try your best to show your strong position in front of the other party?

He used this trick all the time back then.

As soon as Cao Cao entered the room, he saw George eating breakfast on the bed with a proud look on his face, and he understood that the other party was showing his confidence.

When Cao Cao was about to make a move, Zhang Fugui rushed forward without waiting for his command.

So far, it seems that the effect is very good.

There is a saying that goes well, as long as you are not embarrassed, the only person who will be embarrassed in the end is the other person.

This is the current situation. Zhang Fugui kept expressing his concern for George.

George's expression also changed from condescending at first, to angry later, and now it has developed in the direction of panic.

In terms of unexpectedness, Zhang Fugui's performance has always been very unexpected.

"I'm not sick! Mr. Zhang, please be sensible. I'm not sick at all. I shouldn't act like crazy, okay?"

George controlled the small dining table in front of him again and again to prevent the food on the plate from spilling on his bed, while trying his best to resist Zhang Fugui's inexplicable kindness.

"Nonsense, you're not sick. Why are you eating in bed when you're not sick?" Zhang Fugui said in confusion.

"Why can't I have my breakfast in bed? This is a kind of enjoyment of life, you know? I am enjoying my life!" George's voice was almost hysterical.

"According to your statement, those who cannot take care of themselves in the hospital are enjoying themselves." With Zhang Fugui's simple values, he still cannot agree with George's lifestyle.

"Ahem... Fugui, don't disturb Mr. George. Let's get down to business." Cao Cao saw that the heat was coming, so he spoke to stop Zhang Fugui.

Although Zhang Fugui didn't know what effect he had just achieved by accident, he knew very well that he had to follow Cao Cao's prompts.

So Zhang Fugui quickly took a few steps back and said to George: "You can eat, you can eat...you are so grown up..."

The tone is to despise as much as you want.

When George saw Zhang Fugui's attitude, his blood pressure immediately increased.

What should I eat? How can I be in the mood to eat?

After trying hard with the knife and fork again, George was no longer in the mood to taste his delicious food.

"Take it away, I...I don't want to eat." George ordered the butler next to him angrily.

The butler remained expressionless, said "Okay", and then skillfully moved the entire small dining table away.

In his mind, this was the first time that George couldn't eat this breakfast with special meaning.

"What's the matter with you coming to see me?" George no longer had his usual demeanor at this time, and he was not polite at all when he spoke.

Zhang Fugui did not answer, but glanced at Cao Cao troubledly.

When Cao Cao saw George's angry look, he lowered his head and suppressed his smile.

"Zhang Fugui, why did you come to see me so early in the morning?"

How could George not know what Zhang Fugui was here for? He specifically asked his subordinates to send out the message last night that minors were prohibited from participating in the martial arts competition.

Then this morning Zhang Fugui came uninvited.

Isn’t the causal relationship between before and after obvious?

But George couldn't mention it in person, he still tried his best to maintain his identity.

After all, me taking the initiative to say it and you taking the initiative to ask me are two different things.

After Zhang Fugui and Cao Cao looked at each other, he replied: "Actually, I came here this time just to talk to Mr. George about the pawnshop funds."

This was what Cao Cao and Cao discussed in the car before coming.

You must not show a needy attitude from the beginning. It is best not to even mention the martial arts conference.

Let’s start with the problem of the pawn shop’s funds, so as not to be caught and held hostage by George.

It's a pity that George is not a fool. From the moment he learned that Zhang Fugui came to see him, he knew that his little tricks must have worked.

At this critical juncture, if you are still playing around with me and talking about others, are you really treating me like a fool?

"Oh, so I wanted to talk about the real gold pawn shop. Oh, it would be better if you came earlier." George's face changed, and he said with pretense of regret.

"What's going on?"

"What? Mr. Zhang, just the day before yesterday, I just made a deal with someone, which means that my own funds are also very tight now. When you came last time, I still had money to lend you, but now I'm afraid

It can't be done." Looking at Zhang Fugui's face, George said he was sorry, but the corners of his mouth were raised high.

Aren't you throwing stones to ask for directions? Then I will block all your roads and see how you still go around in circles with me.

"This..." Zhang Fugui didn't expect that George would sing such a song to him.

The time difference between before and after is only one week, and the results are completely opposite answers?

Even if Zhang Fugui had no business experience, he would not believe George's perfunctory behavior at this time.

But what to do now?

Faced with a situation that was completely different from what he had expected, Zhang Fugui was worried that he would say the wrong thing, so he had to look to Cao Cao for help.

Cao Cao saw that George looked prepared, and he knew that if he continued to pretend, the other party would not take the initiative to break the window paper.

"Mr. George, in fact, in addition to the matter about the real gold pawn shop, we are here this time, and we also want to consult with you on a personal matter." Cao Cao did not look at George, but looked at the ground.

But Cao Cao could guess that George's expression must be extremely proud now.

"Oh? Dean Cao, this is a personal matter? I don't know how personal this matter is?" When George saw that the other party still revealed the true purpose of his visit, the anger in his heart had turned into the joy of being sure of victory.

When Zhang Fugui saw that Cao Cao had changed the previously discussed plan, he was worried that he had leaked something, so he chose not to speak out and left the stage to Cao Cao.

"That's it. I also heard that Mr. George is the organizer of the martial arts conference. Is this true?" Cao Cao ignored George's provocative question and asked himself.

"Well, is it true? Then what?" George opened his eyes wide, with an expression like "I wonder how long you can keep pretending," and looked at Cao Cao playfully.

"That's great." After receiving a positive reply, Cao Cao patted his thigh, walked up to George enthusiastically, and said to him: "Fugui has a child, my nephew, who has been interested in martial arts and the like since he was a child.

Sports, he signed up for this martial arts competition at the beginning, and has been preparing since then. You said he was ready, but he received a notice saying that his qualifications were disqualified. This kid has been close to me since he was a child. He knows this

I felt depressed after the incident, and I was worried about how to solve it. I didn't expect to meet the rightful owner, right?" Cao Cao's words were flawless, and from his tone, it was as if he was talking about trivial family matters.

This is Cao Cao's new trick on George. The purpose is to make Li Bai's inability to participate in the competition as a trivial matter.

If this had happened to meet ordinary people, I'm afraid it would have worked, but this incident was planned by George on his own initiative.

After so much effort to catch Zhang Fugui's sore leg, how could you let him get away with it with just a few words?

"Dean Cao, please beg me for this matter. I'm afraid I am unable to do anything now." George interrupted Cao Cao and directly stated his attitude.

Cao Cao noticed George's wording. He said "now", which was implying that there was room for negotiation.

This is what happens when people with many thoughts talk. They express what they mean in one sentence, but they don't say anything accurate.

"You and Fugui are both partners. With the relationship of the pawnshop, we are not outsiders, and you are the organizer. Isn't this just a matter of your words?" Cao Cao did not offer a bid, but a

He vigorously praised George's ability and belittled the value of the matter itself.

"Dean Cao, the martial arts competition is not a trivial matter. If it's strange, I really have to blame that guy Oda Dokko. He was originally responsible for the registration process, but that idiot actually cut out a lot of necessary information to save himself trouble.

Due to the schedule, the competition is about to come, but the player information is very confusing. For this problem, the official has issued documents to us, so it is really difficult to handle now." George looked solemn and said to Cao Cao slowly, from time to time

He also turned his head and glanced at Zhang Fugui.
To be continued...