Thank you Wang Xiucai, Lingjing Xingmeng, Xuanyuan Er and the brothers of the Eastern Emperor of Heaven for the rewards......

Wen Fei nodded, swaggering through the famous hotel in this pearl. At this time, Wen Fei had the leisure to take a closer look at the various arrangements of the hotel.

To be honest, according to the previous habit of Master Wenda, he rarely paid attention to this kind of detail. He was always only interested in what he was interested in.

But since you're going to do catering, you naturally have to pay attention to what others do. Learn from the best of the best. Although the restaurant run by Wenda Tianshi, there is no way to compare with this kind of old five-star hotel.

By the time Wen flew to the café on the twenty-fourth floor, Mr. Peterson had already arrived. Sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and enjoy the night view of Victoria Harbour.

Wen Fei recognized this product at a glance, and there were several photos of this guy in the information.

Of course, this Peterson will not admit his mistake when he sees Wen Fei striding forward. He stood up and said in fluent Mandarin with a local accent, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wenfei!"

Wen Fei said very directly: "I'm not very happy to see you. I was thinking, maybe it's better to jump right from here, or if you're going to have a heart attack and die!"

Peterson laughed, "Mr. Wen, you have such a good sense of humor. Yes, Anderson and the death of the professor have something to do with you!"

Wen Fei's smile remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "You can say so, or you can say no." The world is made up of probabilities, for example, you and I meet here today. That is the probability of countless accidents, formations. ”

Peterson smiled with an excuse: "I know, this is called cause and effect in your China." Or fate. No, no, it should be accurate to say that this is karma!"

Wen Fei was a little surprised, he couldn't imagine that this foreign devil was so proficient in Chinese culture. Of course, Master Wen was purely bluffing, and he said, "It's good that you understand, I only slightly affected some accidental parameters. Let the probabilities become quite unfavorable to Mr. Peterson, for example, Mr. Peterson suddenly can't think of it. Jumped off the stairs in one fell swoop!"

Peterson's smile froze suddenly, he knew that Wen Fei had a lot of extraordinary means. But as a trustee of that foundation, Peterson felt he had the means and the tools to do so. Defend against any evil spells that Wen Fei may cast.

This is the reason why Peterson has the confidence to sit in front of Wen Fei and talk eloquently.

But what Wen Fei said, this kind of probability theory, it is simply the same as the Grim Reaper is coming. There is simply no way to resist it. After all, a qiē is just a probability......

"Have you seen the Grim Reaper coming?" Wen Fei said with a smile: "The characters in it." will inexplicably encounter all kinds of dead ends...... For example, priests and professors, their probabilities have been slightly modified by me, or their cause and effect have been interfered with by me a little bit. And then the Grim Reaper found them on their heads......"

Peterson's face froze suddenly, and his lips trembled slightly. Wen Fei laughed happily, as if Peterson's face changed to make him very happy.

In fact, although Wen Fei can influence people with luck. But talking about probability or something, it's still a bit too mysterious. One person does one thing out. If all the probabilities are calculated, the number jù will be astronomical. And among the changes. The interaction can make these numbers countless times more complicated. No computer can figure it out.

"Mr. Wen, stop kidding. Know what gadgets I'm carrying, so that my room assistant can hear our conversation clearly!" said Peterson with a dry laugh.

"Really?" Wen Fei laughed, "Of course I'm just joking." Look, that beautiful woman on the other side ......"

Peterson didn't know what Wen Fei was going to do, but the atmosphere and rhythm of the conversation were already mastered by Wen Fei. He looked over as he said, and saw a beautiful woman in a fiery red evening dress, with a slender figure and half-exposed breasts. A pair of golden high heels, I'm afraid they are five inches tall. Between walking, there are many kinds of style.

But I heard Wen Fei laugh and said: "You see that she is wearing such a high heel, according to the probability, it is easy to break ......"

As soon as the words fell, this amorous beauty fell to the ground with a pop. Wen Fei even whistled, and the black T-shaped little Nene...... At this moment, Peterson's face became especially exciting. At the same moment, in the guest room, Peterson's assistants, who were listening to their conversation, also changed their faces.

Peterson is also a director of the Foundation, although he has no special abilities. But if you are well-informed, you can say that there are all kinds of hypnosis, psychics, exorcism, frequent death, and even special functions, or alien abductions, all of which have been studied.

But he didn't know what Wen Fei was doing?

Is it really like what Wen Fei said, is it probability? Could it be that Wen Fei can really affect probability? Or is it cause and effect? Thinking of this, Peterson's stomach twitched for a while.

Wen Fei whistled and watched the big beauty get up for a long time. With a red face and red ears, he walked up, no longer swaying, and ran to the bathroom very wolfly.

"Look, I said it a long time ago, don't wear such high-rooted shoes!" Wen Fei smiled and said to Peterson, "Are you right?"

If Peterson was a little skeptical about the probability of what Wen Fei said at the beginning, then by now, he would have believed at least seven or eight points.

His smile froze on his face, and a chill seemed to rise from the base of his spine. Accompanied Wen Fei and discovered: "Hehe, Mr. Wen is so humorous!" Even he felt that his laughter was extremely dry.

"I'm very upset!" Wen Fei beckoned to the waiter, and said in a polite manner, "What do you want Mr. Peterson to drink? You see, although I am a dirt bun." But I'm trying to learn and connect with the world. What's the best coffee you've got here?" he said to the waiter in his last words.

The waiter smiled politely and said, "Sir, what to drink, you need your own taste." It's not expensive, it's right for you. Of course, if you have to introduce me......"

Wen Fei directly interrupted the waiter's words: "Okay, since you said it suits my taste." Then you can give me dragon and phoenix group tea!"

The waiter suddenly cried and laughed, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, we are here in a café, and we don't have as much dragon and phoenix tea as you said......"

Wen Fei's face suddenly sank, and he said coldly: "Are you kidding me? You just said to let you choose a drink that suits your taste, and now what are you telling me?"

The waiter wasn't frightened, but he scared Peterson's heart: "Do you know that playing with me like this makes me really unhappy?" Mr. Peterson, you said yes?"

Peterson pulled out his handkerchief and wiped a cold sweat on his forehead. At this time, when Wen Fei asked, he was about to cry, and he didn't know whether he should approve or disapprove?

Well, the big question is. If he didn't approve, what would Wen Fei, a moody guy, do if he suddenly turned his face? Thinking of this, Peterson already regretted that he would come to see Wen Fei with a big grin.

What I regret even more is that I knew that Wen Fei was so terrifying. Hell, he can't manipulate probability.

Thinking of the fall of the beautiful woman just now, Peterson's cold sweat flowed down again.

"Well, I'm actually a good talker!" Wen Fei said to the waiter, "Just bring me a cup of coffee, Mr. Peterson, what do you want to drink?"

Peterson smiled wryly, "I think I'm getting better and I'm going to end this conversation!"

Wen Fei turned his face to Peterson and said, "What, Mr. Peterson." You don't give me face so much, I invite you to coffee, and you still want to refuse?"

Peterson smiled wryly, "Actually, my stomach sickness is strong. Now it's hurting a lot, can you give me a glass of water, thank you!" the last sentence said to the waiter.

The waiter bowed again and said to Peterson, "Maybe I can get you some medicine, sir!"

Peterson looked gratefully at the waiter before he spoke, and Wen Fei suddenly interjected: "From the perspective of probability, stomach disease may also be stomach cancer...... , if you look at the worst-case probability, it is more likely to be late ......"

As soon as these words came out, Peterson's cold sweat flowed even more. He raised his hand and said, "Okay, okay." Mr. Wen, we can just say something directly, don't probe the probability, okay?"

Wen Fei stretched out a finger: "Ten million!"

"What?" Peterson froze.

"Dollars!" Wen Fei said directly.

"Is it the price of the gold plate?" Peterson hurriedly waved the waiter away.

"No, it just puts me in a good mood. Stop talking about the cost of probability. You know, two days ago, I don't know who actually wanted my company to go bankrupt. This qiē makes me feel so unhappy!" Wen Fei said: "I think that only 10 million can make my mood better." No more probability!"

"You're blackmailing!" Peterson was furious: "Believe it or not, I'll call the police to arrest you?"

Wen Fei laughed twice: "Why arrest me? Is it just because of probability? Do you also believe this kind of thing? Do you think the police are as stupid as you?"

Peterson was stunned for a moment, his face turned blue again, and he said after a while: "I can give you 10 million dollars." But your gold plate needs to be transferred to me!"

Wen Fei laughed again: "Mr. Peterson, do you think I'm stupid? 10 million want to buy Xiangji's treasure map?"

Peterson's face darkened again, and he felt his stomach ache getting worse. After a long time, he said, "So you know?"

Wen Fei sneered: "I don't know you are a smart person in this world!" (to be continued......)