Secretary Gong smiled awkwardly, "How can he compare with Dr. Zhou? Your invention is much better than his!"

"That's good!" Zhou Xin took out a bulging brown paper envelope from his backpack, deliberately patted it and handed it to her.

"This is my technical data, you can help me look at it first. He pulled out another USB drive, "Here's my advertising video, I hope you can keep our promise." ”

The beautiful secretary took the brown paper envelope, opened the seal and took a look, and inside was a neatly stacked hundred-dollar bill. It's about 70,000.

The smile on her face was even more enticing, and the two pear vortices had completely surfaced. She quietly sealed the vellum envelope and stuffed it into her kun bag.

"Dr. Zhou is doing things well! I will wait for news from me in the past two days, and I will fulfill our agreement as soon as possible. ”

She saved Zhou Xing's mobile phone number, left another phone number and left in a hurry. Zhou Xing drank coffee for a while, carefully recalled Qin Fen's routine of fooling Mr. Fan, and finalized a few details before going back to the hotel to sleep.

At six o'clock the next morning, Zhou Xing received a call from Secretary Gong, who told him to hurry to Mr. Fan's house and wait.

Zhou Xing hung up the phone and shouted YES, two million pounds were already beckoning to him. If this is done, his villa will not be a problem.

The story background of "If You Are Honest, Do Not Disturb" is 2008, the exchange rate of the pound to the yuan is 1:13, 2 million pounds is 26 million, plus Zhou Xing's own more than 10 million, it is enough to build a small villa in the magic capital.

He pulled out his clothes and began to clean himself up, and this operation could only succeed and not fail. Under the leadership of Secretary Gong, Zhou Xing waited in the living room of Mr. Fan's house early.

Mr. Fan lives on the 79th floor of China World Tower, and the top floor is further up. Overlooking the entire capital at an altitude of more than 300 meters, all the scenery is in full view.

Tuhao! praised in his heart. Mr. Fan's house is also very tyrant, three or four hundred square meters, nearly 100 square meters in the living room alone, plus the dining room, bedroom, study and other functional partitions, so big that it is almost dizzy.

The decoration of the house also shows the style of local tyrants, and the colors of local tyrants are golden. The house is not only decorated with local tyrants, but also very rich in household appliances and furniture, which can be remotely controlled with one key. It can be seen that the owner is a big man, and his taste is very simple and rude, no wonder he was fooled by Qin Fen and took away 2 million pounds.

Mr. Fan, an angel investor, has just woken up from his sleep. He took the remote control and opened the curtains in the bedroom. Looking out from the curtains, the view is extremely wide.

Outside is the dense high-rise buildings of the capital, and under the high sun, the glass of the building reflects the colorful brilliance. Mr. Fan likes to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the capital here after dinner, and has the pleasure of sitting on the capital.

The TV on the bedroom wall was playing an advertisement for an invention at this time. The first thing Mr. Fan does when he gets up every day is to look at advertisements and displays, and pick out ideas or inventions that are worth investing in.

"Divergent terminals, everything can be solved!" accompanied by catchy advertising slogans, a new invention with a sense of technology and a bit of mystery is presented on the TV screen.

Mr. Fan was immediately interested, and he pressed a pause to ring the golden bell at the head of the bed. The beautiful secretary who was waiting outside immediately pushed the door in. She leaned lightly against the bedroom door and greeted delicately, "Mr. Fan..."

Mr. Fan, who had long been accustomed to the allure of female secretaries, pointed to the TV and asked, "What's the name of this inventor?"

"Zhou Xing, Zhou of the Zhou Dynasty, prosperous Xing. He is waiting for you in the living room. The beautiful secretary replied with a smile.

"Ask him to wait for me in the dining room. Mr. Fan couldn't wait to meet this genius inventor. He put on his nightgown and went to the dining room under the guidance of Secretary Gong.

Zhou Xing was already waiting there. He saw a man in his fifties, wearing small gold wire glasses and a dark red nightgown, walking over with a beautiful secretary. This person is Mr. Fan played by Fan Wei. Mr. Fan has a big head and a thick neck. In Zhao Benshan's words, it's either a big money or a guy.

The beautiful secretary introduced the two, "This is Mr. Fan, an angel investor, and this is Mr. Zhou, the inventor of the divergent terminal." ”

Mr. Fan asked with a smile on his face, "Do you think we speak Chinese?" or English?"

"You decide, whichever you say, I can say whichever I want!" Mr. Fan's English level is also a half-ass, and Zhou Xing is enough to deal with him as a fourth-level college dog.

"THEN LET'S SPEAK YOUR NATIVE LANGUAGE!" MR. FAN SET THE TONE AND REACHED OUT TO SHAKE ZHOU XING, "NICE TO MEET YOU!"

Zhou Xing was a little confused, what about speaking his mother tongue? What is the matter with this English with a northeast accent? "Speaking his mother tongue!" Zhou Xing corrected solemnly.

"Oh, look at me, I'm not used to not speaking my native language often," he said, looking at the beautiful secretary with some embarrassment, who nodded emphatically.

This forced to pretend to be very blunt, and Zhou Xing was a little embarrassed for him.

"Now you will, fortunately!" Mr. Fan walked to the table master and sat down. The table was full of Chinese breakfast, and there were five or six kinds of snacks such as steamed buns, porridge, spring rolls, and eggs.

Mr. Fan started to eat by himself, without the slightest intention of inviting Zhou Xing to breakfast. Zhou Xing touched his nose and stood awkwardly awkwardly waiting.

Mr. Fan took a boiled egg, clicked it on the table, smashed the shell, and skilfully peeled it. He saw that Zhou Xing was still stunned, and ordered "sit down".

Zhou Xing sat down with a smile on his face. Mr. Fan is really interesting, this forced pretending is very chic!

"Tell me more about that invention of yours... What kind of considerations are you based on?" asked Mr. Fan casually as he peeled the eggs meticulously.

Zhou Xing brewed emotions, and the protagonist Qin Fen's lines blurted out, "The reason why the world is constantly fighting and conflicts are intensifying is because differences cannot be fairly adjudicated..."

Mr. Fan blew off the shell stuck to the egg and told Zhou Xing to continue. "Go on!"

"We all played a game when we were kids, hammer scissors paper. In fact, it is the most primitive and effective way to resolve differences. But why don't we use this method again when we grow up?" Zhou Xing paused, waiting for Mr. Fan to digest it.

"Why?" Mr. Fan was interested, he put down his egg and wiped his hands on a napkin.

"Because it has two drawbacks, one is the speed of the shot, and the other is the temporary change of hand. ”

Mr. Fan felt a little interesting. He put down the egg and began to gesture with both hands, "Hammer scissors paper, oh," he gestured twice, and it dawned on him. "Spring-handed, foolish!"

Zhou Xing lifted the special lockbox at his feet and put it on the table, entered the password, took out the customized divergent terminal, and put it in front of Mr. Fan.

"The advent of the divergent terminal has solved this problem in one fell swoop!" Mr. Fan took the divergent terminal and looked at it carefully for a moment. On the fuselage, a fluttering dove of peace looks very tall.

"You pull this. Zhou Xing asked Mr. Fan to pull one ear of the divergent terminal, and he pulled the other, "Put your hand in." ”

Mr. Fan poked his head over, his little eyes looking amusefully through the cylinder of the divergent terminal.

"It's the hands, not the heads. Zhou Xing corrected again. Mr. Fan stretched out his hand this time.

"Now let's guess whether you win or lose, hammer paper-scissors!

"Out. ”

"I shouted one, two, three, and now we'll both pull apart at the same time. One, two, three!" Zhou Xing said solemnly, and the two opened the divergent terminal at the same time, Zhou Xing came out with scissors, and Mr. Fan came out with a hammer.

See yourself winning. Mr. Fan's interest increased and at the same time, he suddenly realized. He smiled knowingly, "Interesting, uh-huh, you can't fool it!

"I invented it. Zhou Xing looked at the beautiful secretary not far behind him, who threw a coquettish autumn wave over and applauded him. Zhou Xing turned back with a smile, this beautiful secretary is good. You'll have to find a private place to thank her!

"Just imagine, if this beautiful young lady, we both like it..."Zhou Xing gave an example, and also chatted about the beautiful secretary.

"She can't follow you!" Mr. Fan said.

"I'm taking it as an example, if everyone has a divergent terminal, the Kosovo War, the Palestinian issue, the change of the president of the United States, whether to eat salted soy milk or sweet soy milk, you can use it to decide!"

"supreme!" Mr. Fan snapped his fingers, highly agreeing with Zhou Xing's idea.

"The divergent terminal is widely used in all aspects of life, and it is an epoch-making product..."Zhou Xing increased his efforts to flicker.

Mr. Fan raised his hand to interrupt Zhou Xing's promotion, "Don't talk about it, the high-tech sector is listed." He looked inquiringly at the beautiful secretary, who made an OK gesture. Mr. Fan then made up his mind, "I bought the patent, let's make a price!"

"2 million!" Zhou Xing said.

"1 million!" Mr. Fan haggled the price while stirring millet porridge.

"2 million!"

"1 million!" Mr. Fan's tone was more firm, and it seemed that there was not much room for bargaining. The two bargained for a moment and argued.

"Otherwise, he's up to him. Zhou Xing pointed to the divergent terminal on the table.

“good idea！”

The two stood up with solemn faces, each pulling one of the ears of the divergent terminal. "Hammer scissors paper, are you alright?" Zhou Xing asked.

"That's it!"

"One, two, three!" The two pulled away at the same time, and Zhou Xing took out a hammer, exactly the same as Qin Fen. And Mr. Fan came out of cloth.

Zhou Xing was dumbfounded, this is a little different from the plot? According to the plot, Mr. Fan should be out of scissors, and Zhou Xing should win!

"Surprised, surprised, excited? Qin Fen is the protagonist, do you know what the protagonist means? The aura of the protagonist is shining all over his body, and he can win if he wants to win. ”

The systematic explanation made Zhou Xing suddenly realize. The aura of the protagonist, you can't explain it!