Today, DYB super factory banquet hall.
The long table was filled with drinks and meals, and the farmers and small town residents around Yellowstone were all seated. Old Dutton, who was invited, had a complex expression on his face.
Victor's security fees have increased year by year, but cattle have been attacked, people have disappeared, and none of the promised results have been achieved, and they have long been filled with dissatisfaction.
But the xenophobia engraved in their bones, as well as the Victor family's centuries-old prestige, made them afraid to take sides easily.
The host of the banquet, Victor, never showed up, and old Dutton didn't dare to get up and leave no matter how dissatisfied he was.
The banquet lasted from noon until the sun set. The orange-red sunset covered Gobi, and the Victor motorcade slowly stopped at the gate of the factory.
Victor walked into the hall leaning on a carved cane, followed by lawyers and bodyguards, walking calmly.
He was late on purpose for half a day just to make this ignorant Chinese wait.
Make him anxious, make him angry, make him pretend to be calm... When the other party's mentality collapses, he will show up slowly and control the whole audience with one sentence.
He glanced at the whole place, his eyes searching the crowd repeatedly.
There was no anxiety, no anger, no pretending to be calm... because there was no one in sight!
Victor The fake smile on the corner of his mouth froze for a moment.
The housekeeper quickly came over and whispered, "I just got the news that Mr. Fu has been in the office and has never come out."
Victor's face instantly darkened.
His carefully planned insult was not taken seriously at all.
He had been here for a long time, and the other party didn't even waste a minute on him.
It felt like a hard punch hitting cotton. I used all my strength but didn't even hear a sound.
Victor walked slowly to the main seat and sat down, tapping his cane on the ground.
The whole place fell silent instantly.
After getting the news, Fu Haoran came out of the conference room.
"Everyone, I invite you all to come today for no other reason." Victor had a hypocritical smile on his face.
"Mr. Fu intends to acquire Yellowstone Forest Farm and the surrounding supporting land under my name. Today I will listen to Mr. Fu's plan. We will then vote to decide whether to proceed with this transaction."
Victor glanced at Fu Haoran, his eyes full of calculations.
This banquet was never a democratic consultation.
On the surface it was to give Fu Haoran a chance to speak, but in reality it was to put him on the fire.
This group of red-necked people are xenophobic, stubborn, and stupid. They have been manipulated by him for decades, and they can make the other party unable to step down by just picking a thorn in their side.
By the way, let's also see how many of these farmers dare to do something wrong behind his back, and they will all be liquidated in the future.
Fu Haoran takes the stage.
As soon as he stood still, he heard cheers from below.
"A yellow-skinned monkey is worthy of buying our land? Go back to your country!"
"Chinese are all liars. I bet they will run down in despair in three minutes!"
Several bad-tempered farmers shouted at the top of their lungs, and laughter immediately broke out around them. Old Dutton sat in the front row and did not join in the booing, but he also frowned, showing no sign of optimism.
Fu Haoran ignored the hooting, picked up the microphone, and silenced the noise in the audience with his first sentence.
"I won't talk about my feelings or empty talk with you today. I will only talk about five things, all of which are related to your life."
"The first thing is to build the road."
"Route 395 will be built from your doorstep to the interstate highway, with a four-lane cement pavement in both directions, without you having to pay a penny."
The cheers instantly subsided by half.
Someone whispered, "Who can't draw a cake? Politicians in election years can talk better than you!"
Fu Haoran ignored it and continued, "The second thing is to build the railway."
He switched to the screen projection, and the Yellowstone railway planning map leading directly to the West Coast port came up.
Others' eyes were brightened, knowing that with this railway, they could save a lot on freight.
However, old people like old Dutton think this is ridiculous.
Because they Amerikan have not built any new railways since the 1950s.
Rich people build private airports, who cares about the lives of ordinary people.
"The third thing is to improve the power grid."
"The fourth thing is to increase the employment rate."
Every time Fu Haoran said something, the discussion in the audience got louder.
The expressions of the rednecks, from the initial rejection and ridicule, slowly turned into wavering, and finally their eyes were full of uncontrollable heartbeat.
Victor, who was sitting in the main seat, his face completely darkened.
He prepared a lot of criticism, but it was all in vain.
Fu Haoran didn't follow common sense at all, and directly used promises of real money to win over the farmers he had controlled for decades.
At this moment, his personal bodyguard walked quickly to him, bent down and whispered, "Sir, they are here."
Victor's face turned gloomy in an instant, and the hypocritical smile appeared again at the corner of his mouth.
He stood up and nodded to Fu Haoran on the stage. "Mr. Fu's plan is very exciting. I need to check the legal details of the acquisition with my legal team. Please excuse me for a moment."
As he turned to leave, his subordinates asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you want the farmers to evacuate with us first?"
Victor glared at his subordinates fiercely, said nothing, and quickly walked out of the banquet hall.
These red necks were originally the human bait he had prepared.
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After Victor left, the farmers and town residents became more proactive and gathered around to ask about the contract details.
After some conversation, Fu Haoran knew that he was 90% sure that he could win this land.
Suddenly, the door of the banquet hall was kicked to pieces, and shards of glass splashed all over the floor.
Lucian swaggered in with a dozen of his men covered in blood, with violent eyes, he scanned the whole place, and shouted with red eyes:
"Where is that old guy Victor?! He sold me and wants to kill me with National Guard's hand. Where are the others?!"
No one answered.
Lucian became even more angry, and his eyes finally fell on Fu Haoran on the stage. He laughed ferociously, raised his gun and pointed it at him. "Old man, I'm not here, so I'll do the surgery on you first! Get off here!"
Fu Haoran glanced at him and said slowly, "Where can a wild dog dare to bark here?"
These words directly hit the sore spot of Lucian.
His face turned red instantly and he yelled, "You are looking for death!"
Before he finished speaking, a deep beast roar came from his throat, his muscles expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, his clothes were stretched to pieces, thick black hair crazily emerged from under his skin, and his fangs and claws popped out instantly.
Tonight is the full moon, and the werewolf's power is amplified to the extreme.
In just a few seconds, he turned into a giant black wolf nearly three meters tall. His scarlet eyes were full of bloodthirsty killing intent. He raised his head and let out a wolf howl that shook the hall.
All the farmers in the audience were frightened. The shotgun in old Dutton's hand almost fell to the ground.
The werewolf legends they had heard all their lives when they were children turned out to be true!
The giant wolf Lucian roared and rushed towards Fu Haoran, its bloody mouth opened wide, and the fishy wind hit its face. Everyone in the audience was so scared that they closed their eyes.
"Pah!"
It exploded with a crisp sound.
Fu Haoran stood there without moving, then slapped the three-meter-tall giant wolf away with his backhand, hitting it hard against the wall and creating a deep crater.
The whole place fell silent for a moment.
Lucian climbed out of the wall, completely confused.
He couldn't believe that he was slapped away.
The posture must be wrong and the condition is not good. There is no way that I can't defeat this yellow-skinned boy!
He let out an angry roar again, used all his strength, and slapped Fu Haoran's head with his claws. The sharp claws made a ripping sound and could easily tear open the steel plate.
Fu Haoran finally moved.
He turned sideways to avoid the sharp claws and hit him hard in the stomach with the first punch.
The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.
Lucian bowed into a shrimp and flew backwards, smashing into three solid wood dining tables. He vomited acid water and blood all over the floor, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Before he could get up, Fu Haoran had already walked up to him and punched him in the mouth for the second time.
With a click, half of the fangs were broken, and half of the face collapsed.
Lucian let out a scream that did not sound like a human voice. The werewolf's form began to become unstable, and most of his hair fell off. He finally got scared and struggled to retreat, whimpering for mercy from his mouth.
Fu Haoran squatted down, looked at him, and said in a calm tone, "Wasn't it quite arrogant just now?"
The third punch hit him hard on the temple.
Lucian's body shrank instantly and turned back into a human form. He was curled up on the ground covered in blood, most of his teeth were missing, and his whole body was shaking.
He still didn't have half of the majesty he had just now. He could only kowtow to Fu Haoran and cry for mercy.
Everyone in the audience was stunned and even forgot to breathe.
The legendary monster who kills people without blinking an eye and cannot even be controlled by the police was actually beaten back to his original shape by this young man three times, and he knelt down and begged for mercy?
Fu Haoran shook off the ashes on his hands and smiled at the frightened farmers, "Sorry, I broke a few tables. It will be recorded in Victor's account."
At this moment, wolves howled one after another in the distant mountains and forests, one after another, getting closer and closer.
Lucian on the ground suddenly felt emboldened, struggled to raise his head, and laughed ferociously, "I have five thousand brothers outside! If you are wise, let me go and hand over Victor, otherwise you will all die here today!"
Fu Haoran looked down at him with an expressionless expression. "First, the affair between you and Victor has nothing to do with me."
"Secondly, you don't think that you, five thousand crooked melons and dates, are worthy of threatening me?"
While he was speaking, Lucian seized the opportunity, turned into a werewolf again, smashed a window, and rushed into the night like crazy.
Fu Haoran waved his hand. "No need to chase him. As long as he has any brains, he should know how to go to Victor to settle the score."
However, the slap in the face came very quickly, and the security captain stepped forward quickly with a solemn expression. "Governor, Auspex has detected that the enemy's route has not changed. A large group of werewolves are approaching our factory and have entered the 3-kilometer cordon."
Fu Haoran was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily, "Idiot! You don't even know that you are being used as a gunman. The co-author is really a husky?!"
He turned around and ordered in a cold voice to the security captain, "Let us know, no one who dares to break through the cordon will be spared."
"Yes!"
In the banquet hall, the frightened farmers finally came to their senses. They wanted to leave, but in the night outside the factory, the howling of wolves was getting closer and closer, and the roar of Armored Vehicle's engine could also be heard faintly from the depths of Gobi.
All the red necks realized that they could no longer leave.
However, what is the difference between staying in this empty factory and running naked outside?!