Seeing Fang Xing so arrogant, the faces of several old men suddenly became more and more ugly.

They can be regarded as battle-hardened, where can they tolerate others to threaten them like this!

Not to mention transporting nuclear bombs, even if they tie all the eight generations of their ancestors in front of their eyes, according to their personalities, they will definitely not waver in the slightest!

How can the people who come over from the mountains of swords, fire, guns, bullets and bullets have the slightest fear and retreat!

One of the old men immediately stood up, pointed at Fang Xing, and was about to shout, 'It's a big deal, you and I will die together'

But as soon as he stood up, he pressed down again than the other old man beside him.

"You don't need to blackmail us here first!"

"We have an important matter to discuss."

"Wait half an hour before you come in and talk."

Hearing that the comrades-in-arms beside him actually retreated at this time, the old man who stood up turned red with anger!

But even he knew that his old friend was not stupid and would not suddenly say such a thing at this time.

He could only suppress his anger and watch a few people leave.

As soon as the front foot closed the door of the conference room, the old man on the back foot was furious!

"What are you doing?"

"Have we ever been threatened by others?"

"Don't say that the nuclear bomb is blown up here, even if the nuclear bomb is put in front of my eyes, I will not be humiliated by the slightest threat!"

"He is not the only one who can do nuclear bombs!"

"Have you also had too much contact with those people managed by the head office, and your brain is not easy to use!"

The other old man who reached out to stop him had the same face as usual.

They just handed over the purchase contract that Fang Xing had just placed on their desks.

"Look at the price they're offering."

The old man angrily flew away the documents handed over, and roared loudly:

"Fack! This is West Point, we don't sell West Point! ”

The other old man was interrupted like this, but his face was still as usual.

Said slowly:

"Their offer is 2,250 tons of gold, and there is a final payment of 200 billion dollars."

“………………”

"Wozefak Trick?"

"And they're not buying our lives, they're not interested in our school's honor, they're just buying our land, our school, and our name."

Let's talk about it.

Several old men glanced at each other.

They know what it represents.

"That is to say......"

"That means we can sell the whole school to him, and then use the money to build a better school. Of course, we can't call that name anymore in the future. ”

"However, there are some additional details in this contract, which is to require these people in the current school to work for the boss as much as possible."

“………………”

"If you are willing to work, the salary is exactly the same as that of the main company of the boss."

“……………………”

"Sell it to them, the price is so high, it's not appropriate not to sell it to them."

"I think the price is a bit high, really."

"Whether they like the school's equipment or not, or the school's old equipment should be replaced and then sold to them, or I'm afraid they will be picky."

"I'll ask you if you need additional security personnel on the boss's side later, many of our students here are selected from the elite of the Marine Corps. There shouldn't be any major problems. ”

"Otherwise, let's talk about the location of the new school first, after all, there is enough money for us to solve a lot of problems."

Several old men began to discuss the matter calmly.

Half an hour later.

The old men sat back in their seats and began to communicate with the housekeepers with calm faces.

"We can order the contract, but there are some things that we need to negotiate in detail."

"Especially since a lot of things in school are not measured in money."

"We need to negotiate the time, plan the content, especially since we can't force people here to work."

"This is West Point, after all."

Fang Xing's face was calm, and there was nothing unusual in his expression.

"We don't care what's in the school. However, we urgently need all the canteens in the school to belong to our company first. ”

"This is a matter of the boss's orders, and it is our highest priority."

The old men glanced at each other, but none of them understood what it meant.

After a complex negotiation.

Several old men signed the contract, covered their heads and left.

They don't know why, the more they communicate, the more they feel itchy.

However, with the cooperation of the old men, the relevant matters were quickly arranged.

In the afternoon of the same day, the West Point Military Academy issued an announcement.

And in the morning of the next day.

A new sign was erected at the door.

【Blaufland - Western-style Pastry Training Militarized Management School】

Fang Xing knew very well what Mr. Ba wanted to buy this school for.

In order to help kill Matt, the heroine can learn very good pastry skills.

So.

This school is going to be bought.

After all, this is the order of the boss.

But the real intention of the boss must also be known.

So you can't bring a group of big men who can only cut onions to teach the heroine to make pastries.

Then this requires you to do another thing yourself, which is to seize the time to conduct emergency training for the people here!

On-campus.

A group of people on the playground stood up straight, each showing strong muscles.

And in front of them, there was a box.

"From today onwards, forget everything you had before!"

"This will be the beginning of a new step for you!"

A group of elites had a steady face, but there was excitement in their eyes.

Could it be that there is something new in the invention that has made them some new profession?

It's like a drone operator, or a newly equipped pilot or something!

You must know that with the advancement of science and technology, there will always be new professions born!

I didn't expect this opportunity to appear on my head?

"You need to open the box in front of you and get your new uniform!"

The elites leaned down in unison, opening what was in front of them as fast as they could.

And then.

The group of people looked silently at the aprons in their hands.

And the chef's hat in the box.

"Vosfak?!"

"What the hell is this!"

In the distance.

Fang Xing was discussing with the people around him whether to buy a few good restaurants first, and ask their chefs to come first to help train the people here.

After all, the boss's request is naturally to complete the appointment as soon as possible.

Although there are chefs in the area, they are not up to the standard of the world's top chefs.

And if you want to train a new chef, you have to wait until the daylily is cold!

"Well, after all, this has been changed to Blauflair, a militarized management school for Western-style pastry training."

"Then we simply hire some top chefs with high salaries, and then call these top chefs to give lessons to the women of the boss, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone?"

"When the time comes, we can slowly change into a real West Point Military Academy here, and I guess the boss will not take into account our expedient measures."