"Hell Dimension Although there are endless spaces and Hell creatures, the truly powerful lords are limited. You actually told me that the source of such a rumor in a small circle can't be found?"
Mephisto's expression was innocent. "Why check? Hell Lies and conspiracies are born every moment. When the rumors about you first spread, we just regarded it as the introduction of another conspiracy - pretending that there is a new universe where the undead country has not yet been born - if this is a conspiracy, I have to say it is quite creative."
"But you didn't regard it as a conspiracy, and you were the only one among so many people who knew the rumors to come to me."
Mephisto spread his hands. "Just try your luck. It's just a projection. Go chat with a young man who just went to college. Even if you get nothing, what can you lose?"
Mephisto's words brought back an unhappy memory for Xiang Qian; when he was a fledgling, he was too immature after all, and after a verbal exchange, the old devil got to the bottom of it.
But this does not mean that Xiang Qian agrees with Mephisto's remarks.
"A wage earner might take out two yuan to buy a lottery ticket to try his luck; a gambler might collect his last dime and put it on the gambling table to try his luck." Xiang Qian looked at the old devil with a smile on his face.
"But if you say Hell Lord Mephisto, the big devil who is famous for manipulating people's hearts will also rely on luck to do things - this makes me doubt your sincerity in cooperation."
"Come on, James; Why bother with these minutiae. There are countless similar headless rumors in Hell, and no one will care about them. •" Mephisto waved his hands exaggeratedly, "Why don't you talk about a constructive topic, such as what can you get from this transaction?"
Xiang Qian becomes more and more convinced that this old devil must know something.
"I am open to every sincere cooperation intention." Xiang Qian said insincerely, "We can make an appointment to come to my office for formal negotiations; then I will let the legal department draw up detailed cooperation terms."
Mephisto said dissatisfied, "You know that I cannot enter China. I have told you a long time ago that your country has a powerful spiritual force that is repelling me."
"Oh, yes, I remembered it." Xiang Qian pretended to suddenly realize, "It doesn't matter, I think you can definitely find a way - if you really value this transaction."
Mephisto said angrily, "Are you deliberately despising me, James·Zion?"
Xiang Qian flatly denied. "Of course not, I just think that we can continue to keep the price down."
"What?"
"A real estate developer I know once told me a little tip." Xiang Qian recalled, "He said that if I find that the opponent's attitude suddenly softens or even takes the initiative to make concessions, it means that either he has encountered a competitor, or he has encountered a greater dilemma. At this time, I will seize the opportunity to further lower the price."
"He calls this move - extreme pressure!"
Mephisto was so angry that he laughed back, "I don't even know, when did you ever do real estate business?"
"No, no, no, I've never been in the real estate business, and I'm not familiar with that real estate businessman either." Qiang Xiang said seriously, "Actually, I met the real estate businessman's daughter first; I still remember it was at a college student inter-school fraternity.
The old devil saw that Xiang Qian was not going to agree to this deal easily. He quickly recovered his calm posture and responded casually, "That must be a beautiful girl. Maybe I have seen her before?"
"Well, speaking of this, she married another man last year." Xiang Qian pretended to cover her heart, "When I heard the news, I was sad for at least three seconds."
"Okay, I'm still in a hurry; remember to call me and we can make an appointment to discuss business cooperation."
After saying that, Playboy ignored the old devil, turned around, opened the door, got in the car, and drove away.
And while Xiang Qian was talking to Mephisto, a certain Heitan director was pulled in front of the surveillance screen again by his subordinates.
"You want to say that you have discovered the surveillance order I issued just three hours ago?" Nick Nick Fury asked suspiciously.
His subordinates hesitated. "We think we have found something, but we are not sure what we found."
Nick Nick Fury looked at his subordinates as if they were looking at a psychopath.
"Sir, you'd better see it with your own eyes. It's hard for me to explain it in words." The subordinate opened the screen recording of Xiang Qian.
After watching it for less than ten seconds, Nick Nick Fury understood why his subordinate looked like he had seen a ghost just now.
In the picture, Xiang Qian's bodyguards were surrounding him, while he was standing alone in front of the car door, talking to the empty place in front of him.
"What is he doing?" Commander S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't help but ask.
"Judging from his body and lip movements, he is talking."
"With whom? There was no one in front of him. The closest ones were his bodyguards; they were at least thirty feet away and behind him."
There was no sound recorded on the remote monitoring screen, and the silent screen combined with Xiang Qian's weird movements made everyone present feel like they were watching a supernatural movie.
Nick Nick Fury personally adjusted the surveillance video and played the video backwards, returning to the scene where "Red Star" took the initiative to protect Xiang Qian. The video was frozen, and "Red Star"'s action of reaching out to stop the person was clearly identifiable.
Nick Nick Fury is well-informed, and compared to his subordinates who are at a loss, he is much calmer. "I don't believe that James·Zion and his bodyguards suddenly decided to conduct a drama rehearsal on the side of the highway-where did these pictures come from?"
"The surveillance camera at the entrance of a convenience store is connected to the Internet, and we intercepted its signal."
"Send out an action team immediately. I want you to find all the clues you can find; there must be witnesses in the convenience store."
While S.H.I.E.L.D. was freaking out about a supernatural scene, Xiang Qian was chatting with someone online.
[Playboy: Mordo, are you okay? Why are you the only one in the chat room?]
[Black-Faced Brother: Everyone is getting ready to sleep.]
[Playboy: Oh, I forgot, Nepal It's almost midnight now.]
[Black-Faced Brother: Are you still at United States?]
[Playboy: How do you know?]
[Black-Faced Brother: The scandal between you and Hilton Sisters hua has been on the news. Squint.]
[Playboy: That proves my charm. Proud]
[Black-Faced Brother: Shameless.]
[Playboy: Is the teacher here?]
[Black-Faced Brother: Teacher has been practicing behind closed doors in recent days, what's wrong?]
[Playboy: It's nothing. I have some questions about practice that I want to ask the teacher for. Forget it, let's talk about it in a few days.]
[System prompt: Fatty Wang has logged into the chat room]
[Playboy: Lao Wang, long time no see, how is your buddy next door?]
[Fatty Wang: Your shit is not funny at all.]
[Playboy: That's because you have no sense of humor.]
[Fatty Wang: Contempt]
[Playboy: What have you been doing recently and are you singing again?]
[Fatty Wang: Yes, the telecommunications company you introduced is good, and the download speed is much faster than before.]
[Playboy: Are you still chasing that new girl singer? What is her name?]
[Fatty Wang: Taylor, but we all call her Meimei.]
[Playboy: What kind of bad nickname is this? Is it moldy?]
[Fatty Wang: Do not insult Meimei.]
[Fatty Wang: Are you in United States now? Can you help me get a new album signed by Meimei?]
[Playboy: It should be no problem. It just so happens that Tony is organizing a PARTY. I'll ask if I can invite that little girl.]
[Fatty Wang: You little gangster, stay away from Meimei, and the same goes for that old gangster Stark!]
[Fatty Wang: Anger, broadsword.]