The rich and powerful: Madam's vest is not covered properly

Shen Chengran made an estimate: "The news that you burned down the Presbyterian Church yesterday has spread, and now they are going to attack you in unison."

Nowadays, wherever there are Presbyterians in Continent M, there are electronic surveillance cameras just to monitor them.

I have to say that the Presbyterian Council has done a great job.

Hearing this, Fu Yanzhou chuckled: "Cruel me? You must have that ability."

Shen Chengran pursed his lips: "Now the Presbyterian Church also has a copy of the same information, I suspect they want to threaten you,"

After all, they have occupied Continent M for almost five years, and now that Brother Yan suddenly comes, no one will be happy.

Fu Yanzhou's eyes darkened and he didn't speak.

Looking down at the phone, there was not a single message in it.

He clearly agreed, and will send a message when he arrives in Continent Y.

"Go in." Fu Yanzhou took back his phone and walked inside.

The two subordinates opened the door of the negotiation room, and the scene inside came into view.

A very splendid lobby, with a huge conference table in the middle, which can seat at least hundreds of people, and a vast dome.

As soon as he looked up, he could see that the entire wall opposite was covered with exquisite murals carved on it.

The black gold of the conference table is placed in the middle, covered with leather black cushions.

None of the people sitting around dared to sit. They all knew that this seat was not for them.

Fu Yanzhou walked straight to the main seat, pulled out the chair, and sat down slowly without looking at the people around him. The teacups on the table were all made by top workers.

The tea is also made in the best tea room in M ​​continent, and the tea is fragrant.

Fu Yanzhou picked up the cup and took a sip, then put it down and frowned.

The great elder couldn't sit still at first and asked sternly: "Fu Yanzhou, what do you mean?"

The leader suddenly broke into M Continent without even saying hello.

Fu Yanzhou didn't speak, and looked at the documents in his hand. It was obviously just a few pieces of paper, but the elders felt that a century had passed.

Song Wenjing glanced aside.

The light on the pillar reflected on the man's face, his brows and eyes were cold, with a bit of ruthlessness.

The entire negotiating room was shrouded in low air pressure.

He has never seen Brother Yan's expression like this, not even if he sets fire to kill someone.

There were only a few faint breathing sounds beside my ears.

Fu Yanzhou held the cigarette in his mouth without lighting it, and just stared at the thing in his hand.

Fu Yanzhou said nothing, and no one among those people dared to say a word.

After all, this is someone who can let go of Shaojia anytime and anywhere, so he can't afford to offend him.

Time passed by bit by bit, and just a few minutes stretched to an infinite length.

The man remained unhurried and completely ignored the fine beads of sweat left on the foreheads of the group of people.

As soon as a man who wanted to wipe his sweat raised his hand, Fu Yanzhou looked over with cold eyes. The man put his hand down tremblingly, not daring to move.

"Fu Yanzhou, what on earth do you mean? Yesterday someone suddenly set fire to the Presbyterian Church." The Great Elder questioned Fu Yanzhou again under pressure.

But Fu Yanzhou still didn't bother to pay attention to him, and the elder felt that his face was a little lost.

The atmosphere in the entire negotiating room was so confrontational.

As long as Fu Yanzhou doesn't speak, no one can do anything to him.

Shen Chengran and Song Wenjing also took a sip of their cups calmly, and then put them down with disgust.

Just this tea, it is better to drink boiled water.

The two of them also looked indifferent, leaning back as if it didn't matter to them, and didn't bother everyone present to have itchy teeth.