More than half an hour ago, when Hu Hai was still wrapping a bandage on himself in the locker room, Zhang Fugui was invited over by someone sent by George.

It was a house that Zhang Fugui had never seen before.

The first thing that catches the eye are dozens of LCD monitors, large and small, and then a group of people in suits and leather shoes hurriedly running in front of and behind various computer desks.

These people were either talking on the phone or holding thick document bags in their hands.

But when they reach the computer desk, they will always stop, and the employee in charge of the computer will have a conversation with them.

Because they all spoke English, Zhang Fugui couldn't figure out what these people were busy with for a while.

But when the people in suits and ties leave the computer desk, the employees will type on the keyboard for a while.

Finally, the numbers on the display will change accordingly.

The whole room looks like a stock trading scene.

"Mr. Zhang, please follow me." George's housekeeper pointed to a room inside.

The huge glass separated the room into two ends. Dozens of people were busy at one end of the room, while George in the glass room was leisurely shaking the red wine glass in his hand.

Zhang Fugui walked towards George while paying attention to the changes around him.

After entering the glass room, Zhang Fugui was surprised to find that the busy conversations and various machine sounds in the room were blocked by this piece of glass.

When George saw Zhang Fugui, he stood up with a smile. Without asking Zhang Fugui, he took the initiative to fill a glass of red wine for him.

It is indeed a full cup.

At the same time, he also poured himself a cup.

"Welcome, my friend." George said with a happy face.

Zhang Fugui took the wine glass and took a careful sip. He knew that this glass of red wine must be expensive, but he still couldn't get used to it.

Would it taste much better if I could mix it with a bottle of Sprite?

"I didn't expect you to do things so quickly. Before I knew it, you almost burned Xiaotian's only son to death! It's amazing... I have to apologize to you, my friend, I was really too stupid before.

I underestimated you." After George said that, he raised his glass to salute Zhang Fugui, and then took a deep drink.

It seems that the matter of Oda's only son has reached George's ears.

"Actually, it's a bit difficult to operate...but that guy is unlucky." What Zhang Fugui said is absolutely correct. All the serious injuries on Xiaoda Duzi's body were indeed caused by him.

"Yes, he is really unlucky to meet an opponent like you..." George drank down the remaining half glass of wine in one gulp excitedly, then took out a cigar from the cabinet, enjoying himself.

He sniffed it with his nose and then threw it towards Zhang Fugui.

"I'm sorry, I...I quit." Zhang Fugui is right. When he was desperate before meeting Mr. Li last year, he was forced to quit smoking. He has not relapsed until now.

"Oh? No, my friend, it's not a cigarette... it's a cigar." George retorted.

"Aren't cigars... cigarettes... all the same thing?" Zhang Fugui didn't know the difference.

"Smoking is smoke, and cigars are enjoyment... and status. This cigar must be picked by a 16-year-old girl, and then placed in a special room to dry in the shade. After two years, the girl becomes an adult.

They take the dried tobacco leaves, put them on their laps and slowly rub them into a cigar... This is the most beautiful period in a young girl's life, like a budding flower...

·Fresh but not gaudy··It gives people unlimited reverie. "After George finished explaining, he deliberately took a deep breath and then blew the smoke into Zhang Fugui's face.

"Um...Old Qiao, have you seen the girl pick it with your own eyes?" Zhang Fugui suddenly asked.

George didn't expect Zhang Fugui to ask this question after hearing the story, so he could only answer in surprise: "...No...No."

"Then is there such a possibility that what you are talking about are all advertisements... In fact, the whole village, old and young, came together to fight. Maybe the one in your hand was rubbed by an aunt... Maybe it's also possible

It’s uncle... Now that labor costs are so expensive, where can you find so many young girls to roll cigars for you?" Zhang Fugui looked at the cigar that was thicker than his own fingers and analyzed it very seriously.

"You...cough cough cough..." George followed Zhang Fugui's analysis and suddenly felt that the cigar in his hand no longer seemed so attractive.

"You may not know that when I was a child, Dean Wang secretly planted a small piece of tobacco for himself. This tobacco must use fertilizer to grow well, especially natural fertilizer... Do you understand natural fertilizer? That's it.

Feces...cow dung and horse dung are also fine..." Zhang Fugui told another story based on the idea that disgusting people will not pay for their lives.

Just now, George's face was still full of contentment, but after Zhang Fugui's few words, George's face became very ugly.

He looked at the cigar in his hand, then recalled what Zhang Fugui had just said. Finally, he depressedly waved away the smoke around him and directly pressed the cigar on the ashtray.

"Zhang Fugui, I have to admit one thing, you are a... very interesting person." George was halfway through his words, and then took a deep breath.

"No...I am a handsome...and interesting guy...tell me, why did you call me here this time?" Zhang Fugui did not intend to compromise with George anymore, and asked himself directly

The biggest doubt in my heart.

George looked at Zhang Fugui as if he were a clown, and then said: "To be precise, I didn't invite you to come, it was Mr. Charles who asked me to invite you to come."

George was right, this was indeed an order given to him by Charles.

The original intention is that since Zhang Fugui has solved the only son of Oda for them, then they should absorb Zhang Fugui into the organization step by step.

George was actually unhappy about this matter.

The reason is very simple, that is, the more Charles values ​​Zhang Fugui, the more he cares about Zhang Fugui.

He didn't want to drive away Xiaotian's only son with great difficulty, only to have another Zhang Fugui come.

This guy is not as stupid as Oda Dokko.

"Mr. Charles? He...he asked me to come? What about the others? What did he ask me to do? And...last time you asked me to help you get rid of Oda Doko, I did it, and now you are

Shouldn't there be some expression?" Zhang Fugui put the cigar intact on George's desk.

"This is the most sincere expression." George opened his hands to Zhang Fugui, as if he was planning to hug Zhang Fugui, but Zhang Fugui could see clearly that he stretched out his hands and pointed out the window.

and inside the house.

The window outside the window happened to be facing the ring, while inside the room a group of people were busy non-stop.

"What...what does this mean?" Zhang Fugui obviously did not understand George's intention.

"Fugui, let me ask you a question, do you know what the numbers are displayed on the monitors in the house?" George walked behind Zhang Fugui and first twisted his body towards the room that was blocked by the glass.

"I...I don't know." Zhang Fugui wanted to make a bold guess, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his mind.

George pointed at the screens one by one and said in turn: "This is Latin America, this is Southeast Asia, this is Eastern Europe..."

When he pointed to the largest screen in the middle, he said with a very proud tone: "This is the high seas."

"You mean...these are world maps?" Zhang Fugui looked around and over again, and finally asked.

"Have you ever seen a map made up of numbers? Let me ask you, what do these look like to you?" George looked at the rising numbers on the screen, with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Is this a stock market index? No, how can this stock market index grow so high?"

"This is similar to the stock market. These are bets placed on this martial arts competition from all over the world. People started to place bets on the next competition through the dark web, high sea cruises, etc. You see, it is exactly what we predicted in advance.

In the same way, as long as Hu Hai loses the game, this time the banker will make a direct profit of nearly 300 million, and this is just the beginning... Fugui, Mr. Charles once said to you that he welcomes you... Now I also

I want to repeat to you, welcome you... to the underground world - our world!" After George finished speaking, he still looked at the display screen proudly, and the numbers on the display screen were as he imagined.
Chapter completed!