Chapter 315: Friend or Foe?
"This is South Korea... Gee... It's not very good, why do I keep reading the news and saying that Seoul is a big city in the world? β
"Political correctness, it's not that you don't understand."
Two tall handsome foreign guys walked out of the airport, and the intimate appearance made some rotten girls think of some exciting plots.
"Oh, you're not well-known, and no one has asked you for an autograph for so long."
"I'm not a star!"
"With your face, are you embarrassed to say that you are not a star?"
Alexander Vernon immediately put on a dead face, unwilling to take the stubble.
Hugo Phelps grinned and stopped irritating the old friend. I heard that Li Mo made a perfume that could emit different fragrances with his mood, which stimulated Alexander hard enough.
not only lost the bet between Erin Lauder on the marriage contract, but also was completely blown up in his own field, and if it were him, his mood would not be much better.
Is this the enemy for life?
Hugo Phelps thinks differently, remembering the friendship in some Japanese manga he has read, the growing bond... Gee... This picture is really loving!
"Oh, I see Philip!"
Hugo Phelps happily hugged Philip who came to greet him, "Good brother, we haven't seen each other in a few years?" β
"Three years? Whatever, anyway, you and I are not all the way, it's better not to meet! β
"I'm a little sad, how can I say that we are also brothers in the same organization."
"Yes, good brother!"
Alexander lazily ignored these two naΓ―ve children who seemed to be old friends reunited, but were actually-for-tat, "Let's go, I don't want people to watch." β
Just when Philip and Hugo Phelps were 'catching up', three tall and handsome foreign guys were really eye-catching.
"Come with me, our boss said, let me 'entertain' you well!"
"Oh, he's so gracious, are you right, Alex?"
Alexander Vernon snorted coldly.
Sending the two to the hotel, Philip made an excuse to leave first. If you want to talk about things, you have to wait until they are out of jet lag.
"Alec, what kind of person do you say Li Mo is?"
Hugo Phelps asked as he pulled back the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling glass and looked down condescendingly at the cityscape of Seoul.
"I said... Can't you go back to your room? I don't want people to think I'm gay. Also, what kind of person Li Mo is, you can feel it yourself, anyway, I don't have much contact with him. β
Alexander Vernon issued an eviction order.
"It's so cold, no wonder Erin doesn't like you!"
"Erin doesn't like me because I'm cold, my enthusiasm you haven't had a chance to see yet. But if you don't go out again, I'll let you see my wrath! β
"Ok, ok, the biggest lovelorn, I understand."
Hugo Phelps didn't show any sincerity in his grin, "You want to cover up, are you really a gay?" β
"Get out!"
Hugo Phelps smiled and left Alexander Vernon's room. As soon as the door closed, the expression on the man's face vanished, and he returned to his room calmly and indifferently.
Nothing was said all night.
The next day, Philip showed up at the right time and invited them to a special breakfast.
"Well, it's delicious. Is it that the chef's skill is almost there, and he doesn't bring out the taste of the ingredients to the extreme, and these ingredients are all produced on your farm? β
Hugo Phelps asked nonchalantly, apparently prepared.
Philip chuckled and nodded, "That's right. From vegetables to eggs, they are top-of-the-line green products that are comparable to USDA's organic certification. If it weren't for the fact that the production was not enough for us to digest ourselves, I would have been interested in exporting to the United States. β
"Too few in quantity, too low in return." Hugo Phelps replied.
Philip nodded, "I know, but the sooner you put the brand in place, the better." β
This time Hugo Phelps was a little surprised, "Your boss is ready to scale?" Like buying a farm or ranch in the U.S.? β
"No, it's just my personal thoughts. Hey, I'm not in a rut, this boss is too ambitious. β
"Heh, I think you're having a good time, aren't you?"
"Because the wine is unlimited, I don't think there's anything better than this job!"
Rao is Hugo Phelps is scheming, and he can't help but curse secretly - drunkard!
It has long been no secret that Philip is addicted to alcohol, and they don't know what Li Mo's **** luck has been, and he used wine to keep this trouble. Of course, the trouble spirit is relative to himself.
Alexander Vernon scoffed, obviously unaccustomed to seeing two scheming fighting in the dark.
"I'm done eating, go to my own store first, don't look for me if it's okay, let alone say something!"
Wiping his mouth, the guy left the > in style
Hugo Phelps thought about it, Philip is not so easy to fool. And don't beat around the bush, "I'd like to visit your farm, okay?" β
"Absolutely. What about your assistant, do you need me to help you find a car? The corners of Philip's mouth curled slightly, and the service asked thoughtfully.
Hugo Phelps snorted, "They know the address and will meet us there." β
"Good." Philip sighed, "You guy, I've known you for so long, and I'm still so unruly." β
"Whether you are a person or a worker, it is better to leave some hole cards!"
"Cut, just admit that it's a scheming, what are you arguing about?"
"Aren't you?"
"Who said that? I am such a frank person, you said that you wanted to go to the farm to see, and I immediately agreed. It's you sneaking around, and if I don't agree, are you going to sneak in? β
Hugo Philpston Speaker.
In the first game, Philip vs Hugo, Philip won.
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"Now, this is Daiei Farm. The other Longxiang Farm is similar to here, just look at one, you have no opinion? β
"Nope."
Hugo Phelps looked cold, and there were several more people behind him, and as soon as they entered the farm, they dispersed.
Some collect soil samples, others ask farm staff... It's not the same.
Philip watched coldly and did not stop. Of course, these have already been notified to Li Mo, who is far away in Dubai.
"Why did your boss take over the farm and make it change so much, and what's the secret?"
Philip hesitated, then replied, "Perhaps... God's favor? β
Hugo Phelps choked and coughed awkwardly. Fake, can you not be so thick-skinned?
But he really blamed Philip, and he really didn't know why.
Who would have thought that the spirit master inherited such an unscientific golden finger? It is said that it is God's favor, but it is actually true.
At this time, the Hugo Phelps phone rang.
"Hmm... My guy asked, there's a lab on the farm, they can't get in, Philip, do you have a way? β
"That's Miss Endo's lab. Anyone who enters must be approved by Miss Hanazuki Endo except for the boss, and I have no choice. β
"And where is she?"
"It's in the lab, and your men aren't stupid enough to knock on the door?"
Hugo Phelps' face is dark and blue, why does he feel a little disadvantaged?