Chapter Thirty-Two: Borrowing Your Flower for One Use

  That golden-haired female secretary, Fei Yang, might suddenly appear in front of him, and without saying a word, she probably heard everything from the phone call just now.

  "Cough, Mr. Mike is still in a meeting, you just..." The female secretary tried to cover up her nervousness.

  "It seems that your Mr. Mike is really busy, well, I'll go up there myself!" Yi Feiyang's mouth hooked a rogue smile, and he walked away after finishing speaking.

  The female secretary stood up in the lobby and said: "Oh God, you can't be like this!"

  The black security guard saw that Yifei Yang was ignoring the advice, so he directly intercepted him and said, "Hey, buddy, you can't be so rude to a lady!"

  "I just want to go up and see Mr. Mike!"

  "I've already told you, Mr. Mike is busy, either wait or leave!" The black security guard said and started pushing Yi Feiyang away.

  Before his hand touched Yì Fēi Yáng, Yì Fēi Yáng easily grasped his wrist and with one kick to the back of his knee, directly kicked the black security guard to the ground.

  "I hate it when others touch me!" Yi Feiyang looked down at the other person with a sharp and piercing gaze.

  The black security guard was subdued by Yi Fei Yang using the "separating muscles and bones" technique, his wrist grasped firmly, kneeling on one knee on the ground with a painful expression. "Oh damn it, my hand! Let me go quickly!"

  The black security guard thought he was fierce and powerful, but where had he ever seen a master like Yi Feiyang? With just one grab, he couldn't move at all. In the past, his opponents were all like kangaroos, exchanging punches before determining victory or defeat.

  Other people in the company hall were shocked by the situation on this side, and two other security guards rushed over after hearing the news.

  "Let him go, you!" they shouted, brandishing their batons.

  "Hurry up and save me!" The black security guard cried out for help.

  With a loud crash, Yi Feiyang's fist landed on his face.

  "Are you still not calling?"

  The black security guard immediately shut up, his nose sour and his eyes brimming with tears, then the nasal blood flowed out of his nostrils.

  "That's right, be obedient! Come on, let's go upstairs!" Yi Feiyang had already grabbed the black security guard's wrist and gotten into the elevator.

  Other security guards stood outside, eyeing them fiercely and considering whether to chase after them.

  "Press the button if you don't want to continue getting beaten!" Yi Fei raised his fist and smiled.

  The black security guard was bleeding from the nose, and his wrist, which had been grasped by Yi Feiyang, was aching as if it were about to split. At this moment, he didn't dare pretend to be a tough guy or play hero anymore, and nodded his head like a pitiful little chick.

  The elevator started moving and went up.

  ……

  In an instant.

  "Is this the office?"

  "Yes, it's this one! Please, let me go!"

  "Of course, but I'll still need your help in the end."

  "What?"

  "Lend me your chrysanthemum for a use!" Yì Fēiyáng said, and with one kick, he booted the black security guard in the butt.

  The black security guard rushed towards the office door like a bullet!

  The first sound of the umbrella was enormous.

  ……

  Inside the room, a blonde woman with exposed clothes was giggling and sitting in Mike's boss's arms, feeding him escargots with a fork.

  Mike's mouth was wide open, just about to swallow the food when the door burst open with a loud crash.

  A black cannonball suddenly shot in, knocking over a table of delicious food, with soy sauce, borscht, and black pepper sauce splashing all over Mike and the girl, two unlucky devils.

  "Oh no!" Mike's boss shrieked like a woman.

  Footsteps sounded.

  He effortlessly flipped out a cigarette from the pack, lightly brushed it against his nose and then smiled at Mike saying: "Now, my dear friend, we can have a good chat, right?"

  ……

  In the screening room, a trailer for The Blair Witch is playing.

  Dwarf Winter Melon Mike sat on the chair, making a great effort to wipe off the lard on his face with a handkerchief, but no matter how he wiped, he always felt there was a smell.

  "What kind of movie is this? It's a rough and clumsy shot taken with a DV camera! Look, the camera is shaking back and forth, what are you doing, filming planes in the sky or ants on the ground? Bullshit, it's making me dizzy! And don't think I don't know that you spent 200,000 buying this movie from two college students, now what, do you want to resell it to our company at a high price?! Your thinking is too naive!"

  "Don't think that 'The Blair Witch' will be a hit, just looking at this tape, it's simply a terrible film! Forgive me for being so direct, I'm just not the kind of person who likes to beat around the bush! Mr. Yi, if you're willing, I can offer twenty-three million on behalf of our company to buy the rights to this film... Hmm, no need to thank me, let's just consider it a good deed done by our company!"

  Mike Dwarf gourd was on the one hand, hot trend cold wind, on the other hand, looking at Yi Feiyang's expression. In his view, this damn Chinese should be able to hold back and burst out, and then he can take advantage of it to lower the price again. Although this is a bad movie, now there are some people who are interested in it, maybe if it works well, they can still make a small profit.

  Unfortunately, Mike underestimated Yifeiyang's temperament. In business talks, Yifeiyang was absolutely calm and meticulous.

  So he said: "At least one million, can't be less by a single cent!"

  Mike was stunned.

  I was still thinking of negotiating the price, but it turns out they don't even care about me. One million, I'm asking you, old mother! Don't think I'm a pushover just because my name is Mike!

  "Haha, Mr. Yi, that's it then, one million is not a small amount, in my years of experience, this play of yours is just a rotten piece, you're still holding on to it, treating it like a treasure! Hehe, forgive me for speaking directly, I don't like beating around the bush... You'd better think carefully, apart from our company, no other company will give you a price of 2.3 million!"

  "Really? And you don't need to ask for Mr. Gustas' opinion?" Yi Feiyang looked at Mike with a hint of a smile.

  "No, no need for his opinion! The boss is busy, there's no time to bother with this trivial matter!"

  "Is that so? Well, since we can't come to an agreement, I won't disturb you from enjoying your French meal!" Yi Fei stood up and made a gesture to leave.

  "Wait a minute!" Mike suddenly stopped him, looking at him with cunning little eyes. "Dear Mr. Yi, aren't you going to reconsider? Twenty-three million, isn't that a profit for you?"

  Yi Feiyang smiled, "What a pity that you earn too little! There's one more thing I hope you can understand. Coming here to negotiate with you is me giving you an opportunity to make money, not for you to sympathize with me!" After finishing speaking, Yi Feiyang walked away.

  "Three hundred thousand, how's that? Can't go any higher?" Mike had never seen anyone so arrogant and couldn't help but shout out his bottom line.

  Yi Feiyang's footsteps came to a stop.

  Mike saw him like this, let out a sigh of relief, restored his usual demeanor, leaned back in the boss chair, with an air of having the upper hand.

  Yi Feiyang turned his head back and gave him a wild smile: "Don't mention three million, even if you offer thirty million now, I won't sell it!"

  Mike's face, which had been contemptuous just a moment before, was now thoroughly stunned.

  Yi Feiyang turned and left.

  "Fine, I'll just wait and see who's going to want this piece of junk!" Mike bellowed in exasperation.

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