Chapter 841 Roots: Space!
"Where's your papers?"
Fang Yuanshan, who was still standing outside the operating room, was unmoved by the sound of inquiry coming from behind him, and looked straight ahead with his eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
Although AndreviΔ's waist wound was treated urgently, due to the conditions, the bruises in it were not cleaned up, and the disinfection measures were not in place, which was easy to cause complications due to infection, so the doctor helped him retreat it.
Jason in the back had already negotiated with four or five policemen, perhaps seeing that he was white, this policeman did not interrogate too much, just asked a few words and left. I didn't even ask where Andreevich in the house was injured and why.
It wasn't too long, and an hour after entering the operating room, Andreevich had already been pushed out, and the surgeon behind had followed. When he took off his mask, he said in French: "The patient is fine, he cannot drink water or eat for 24 hours, and he should not do strenuous exercise in the short term, and remember to come for regular check-ups." β
Steve translated the doctor's words to Fang Yuanshan, then took out a wad of francs from his pocket and handed them over. The doctor was not polite, reached out to take the money, and left with a few assistants.
"Boss, the sanitary conditions here are not very good, so... β
Fang Yuanshan arrived without waiting for him to finish: "Find a special plane to send him to the UK immediately, and you and Jason will go over together." β
"Boss, what about you?"
His face was expressionless, and he glanced at the "little bear" who was still infusion: "I still have some things, I'm afraid I won't go to Brazil in the short term." β
Steve didn't ask any more questions, and pushed Andreevich towards the ward with Li Fugui, as for Jason, he had already gone to the airport to contact the special plane.
At twelve o'clock in the evening, a special plane from Egypt picked up the three Steve and flew towards England. After the last incident, Fang Yuanshan didn't put his "eggs" in one basket anymore, including Locke in Rio's "St. Mary's Hospital" had already been sent to England for treatment.
In the "Lubumbashi" International Airport of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, after watching Steve's special plane fly into the clouds, he took Li Fugui on a plane to Germany, and then transferred to Xiangjiang.
I went to Africa on a whim, thinking about traveling and finding some way to make money by the way. It's a pity that he didn't find a way to make money, but he woke him up with a stick, and at the same time found his roots: space!
Yes, it's space! Everything he is built on space, without this mysterious space, he would not be where he is today. Whether it's making money or saving your life, space should always come first, not some bullshit to make money.
Fang Yuanshan, who was sitting in the seat, had already realized once after Brazil let go of his body and mind, but this was not enough, it should be said that it was far from enough.
A few politicians hiding behind him can force him to kill him in all directions, and although he is intimidated by him and dare not do anything to him for the time being, what if it were replaced by a country like the United States? To tell the truth, the president is just a puppet, and his deterrent means are of no great use at all.
For those real big conglomerates, his killing methods can't really deter them, they really push them into a hurry, and they can definitely hit him with missiles or even nuclear bombs.
According to the fact that military science and technology are ten years ahead of civilian technology, the one in the laboratory is another ten years ahead of the production; in this way, he does not know how powerful those secret weapons of the United States are.
Then there's Area 51. This area in Lincolnshire, southern Nevada, USA, is very famous in the world, but people have never known what kind of high-tech weapons it is researching. But as the so-called groundlessness does not come to the wind, since it is so famous, it must have its power.
Thinking of these things, his heart became more and more anxious, and he felt sweaty for his previous short-sightedness. Although it is important to make money, when there is a certain amount of money, it must be protected by corresponding force, otherwise Iraq and Afghanistan will be his fate.
Halfway through the flight, he changed planes in Germany and then departed again for Xiangjiang. Halfway through, he kept a cold face, thinking about these things in his mind, and made an important decision: put everything aside for the time being and study his space with all his might!
The plane arrived in Xiangjiang at half past six in the afternoon the next day, and no one needed to pick him up, and he didn't even inform Murong Wan that he was back.
When the taxi drove to "Youmarti", he asked the taxi driver to stop and took Li Fugui to walk around "Xiahai Street".
There are already 11 stores in the "Wanlan House", which sell everything from gold and diamonds to ruby tourmalines, imperial topazes and emeralds.
It's the evening rush hour, and Xiahai Street is driven by these more than a dozen high-end jewelry stores, and the traffic is significantly more than double that of the past. The streets are full of fashionably dressed young men and women, and there is a marked improvement from the old age.
He didn't enter the store, but just looked at the doors of the stores. Although there are not too many customers in each store, it looks vibrant. The shopping guide was helping the customers to explain in detail, and the customers listened quite carefully.
Each storefront looked at it before walking towards the old street of "Mong Kok" on the street. The patrol police seen from time to time on the road made Fang Yuanshan very satisfied, the jewelry sold here was often hundreds of thousands, or even millions, if any little thief ate the bear's heart and leopard gall to rob, the loss would be great.
"How did you get the security here?"
Li Fugui, who was walking next to him, leaned closer to him and said: "The company has established a police-civilian cooperation mechanism with the police station here in Youmati, and they will send people to patrol 24 hours a day, and they also cooperate with a well-known security company in Xiangjiang, and they will be responsible for internal security." β
"Well, it's not bad. Anything else?"
Li Fugui glanced at it, and said with a smile on his face: "The rules of Xiahai Street, from the No. 24 store to the south, belong to the traditional forces of 15k, and to the north, it belongs to Hongxing, these two companies have always sent people to take care of them, so except for those 'big fly', no one in Xiangjiang dares to come here to make trouble." β
He nodded, and the smile that had not been shown since he arrived in the Congo finally appeared.
It's not the seventies or eighties anymore, and you can get an AK and rob everywhere. And he Fang Yuanshan is not a Xiangjiang policeman, if a Zhang Ziqiang-style character dares to rob his territory, he will die in a minute.
After thinking about it, he didn't make any mistakes, and when he got to the street, he stopped a taxi and drove towards the middle of the mountain.
Although he had only left Xiangjiang for a few days, he felt that he had been away for a long time, and even had a feeling that things were wrong.
When he got out of the car at the door of the villa of the conscious manor, the street lights had already been lit outside, and the quiet villa was half-hidden in the shade of the trees, with a breeze blowing on his face, which made him close his eyes slightly.
The taxi behind him had already left, and he was standing at the gate so quietly, the security personnel at the door had already seen Fang Yuanshan's boss, but they didn't come forward to disturb him.
After silently experiencing the feeling of being hidden in the city, he walked towards the front gate.
"Boss~"
"The boss... β
nodded to these security personnel one by one, and when they entered the house, except for Song Enxi, a little girl, Murong Wan and Luo Lan were not there.
The big nanny Liang Xue greeted him with a happy face after seeing him. From afar, he shouted: "Sir~"
"Well, what about the two of them?"
"The company has been doing a lot lately, and they have been busy until late before coming back!"
"Then let's eat first!" After speaking, he walked towards the dining room with one big and one small. . .
(To be continued.) )