CEO’s Secret Lover

Chapter 249: Don't See Him Again

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. Once this business is involved, if you want to dump it later, you can't dump it." Fu Muzhen said again and hinted at him.

Zhang Junxian heard this and turned to look at Huo Xiwen. "Xiwen, go out and have a rest and drink something. May I come and accompany you later?"

"What business are you talking about? Why can't I participate?" Huo Xiwen watched them mysteriously and mysteriously, and became more and more curious.

Isn't Fu Muzhen in a bad mood, related to this matter?

"Be obedient, just a moment, we will end soon." Zhang Junxian said, without waiting for her consent, pulled her up from the chair and forced her out.

Huo Xiwen was sent outside the room, but as a result, she became even more curious about their so-called business.

A waiter came to take her to the next room and gave her tea, but Huo Xiwen's whole mind was completely focused on Fu Muzhen and Zhang Junxian. After the waiter left, she even put her face on the wall and tried to steal. listen.

Of course, she can't eavesdrop on success, and a high-end club like this should never doubt its sound insulation effect.

In Gu Yu's private room, after Huo Xiwen left, the door was locked from the inside.

No light can penetrate through the outside, and all the light in the room comes from indoor lighting.

The crowd also moved from the mahjong table to the coffee table aside, sitting in a circle around the mahogany coffee table.

At this time, the two beards wearing scarves had taken off the turban on their heads, and even the beard was actually attached, revealing their true colors.

"Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, they don't want to pretend, but you know, doing this business is very dangerous. If you accidentally get caught up, the trouble will be big," Stephen explained.

Fu Muzhen didn't care, he waved his hand, "Don't talk nonsense, just tell me how much you want."

"We must first determine Mr. Fu's supply. Since Mr. Fu can kill Russian suppliers, presumably you should be stronger than the Russians," Stephen said.

"You do n’t have to doubt my strength. You just need to know that there are people in the U.S. military. I can do business with you. Naturally, the source of supply is not a problem. However, there is one thing I want to know, you buy so much. Weapons, when are we ready to act? I don't want to be a cannon fodder. "Fu Muzhen also ordered a cigar at this time, smoked it, and swallowed the clouds.

"They are attacking the United States. Mr. Fu is now in the country. Is this worry too much? Or, Mr. Fu, you are actually a member of the U.S. military, under the guise of a supplier. What about intelligence? "Zhang Junxian said in a strange tone.

His words pleased the other people's faces, and the two Middle Eastern men heard the words, and even immediately reached out and touched the gun in their pockets.

"Stephen, your friend doesn't seem to trust me. In that case, I don't need to continue talking." Fu Muzhen looked at Stephen with a cold face and got up to leave.

When Stephen saw this, he immediately called him, "Charles, don't be angry. Zhang is just more cautious."

"I don't like middlemen in business. So, since they want to buy arms from me, ask their boss to talk to me in person." Fu Muzhen had no plans to continue talking to them at this time. He looked arrogant and looked The eyes of those present were full of disdain.

"Mr. Fu, do you want to cross the river to tear down the bridge?" Zhang Junxian heard and said immediately.

Fu Muzhen ignored him, but turned his head to Stephen, "I will pay you the same commissions, but I will talk to you about business in the future. Do n’t bring those who are not important. Three days later, Asma, Eritrea Pull, ask your boss to come and inspect the goods in person. "

After speaking, without waiting for any reaction from them, he turned and walked out the door.

Zhang Junxian looked at his back and clenched his hands in secret, but the two Middle Eastern men looked at each other with unknown faces, seemingly waiting for Stephen to give them an explanation.

Stephen watched Fu Muzhen's back disappear at the door, shrugged helplessly, and spread his hand, "It seems that this matter must come from your boss, I can't figure this guy out."

"Stephen, why do you have to look for him? Isn't there any other supplier?" Zhang Junxian asked with a puzzled expression. "We don't know about him. You rushed to bring our customers to see him, don't you feel risky? ? "

"Zhang, you are wrong. There is no more reliable supplier in this world than Mr. Fu, not to mention, he has friends in the US military, and his supply is much better than outside," Stephen told him.

However, this did not convince Zhang Junxian. There was an intuition in his mind. There was too much doubt about the identity of Fu Muzhen, an arms dealer.

...

Fu Muzhen stepped out of the box and was about to leave. He saw Huo Xiwen standing at the door of the box next door and stretched his head to look out.

Two steps forward, he reached out and pushed open the door of the box, grabbed her wrist, and went out.

"Fu Muzhen, what are you doing?" Huo Xiwen did not expect that he would suddenly catch himself, first frightened, and then dragged by him and had to keep up with him.

"Don't talk, follow me." Fu Muzhen drank her coldly, a pair of cold eyes like eagle's eyes, looking sharply around, the steps under his feet were fast and stable.

After leaving the club, Zhao Wei had driven the car to the door. The two got on the car, closed the door, and the car went out. Huo Xiwen found that there were two black business cars behind their car.

"Those behind ..." she asked, pointing to the car behind her.

"Bodyguard." Fu Muzhen replied.

"Oh." Huo Xiwen nodded and followed, and she suddenly remembered something, and said immediately, "Wait a minute, Zhang Junxian hasn't come out yet. I have to leave with him."

"Don't see him again." Fu Muzhen interrupted her.

"Ah? Why?" Huo Xiwen looked at him and asked.

"Do you know who those who play Mahjong today are?" Fu Muzhen asked.

Huo Xiwen shook his head. "Isn't it the Middle East chaebol?"

"Chaeman?" Fu Muzhen sneered, and raised his hand to hold Huo Xiwen's chin. "Xiwen, listen, if you want to keep your life, you will stay away from Zhang Junxian, understand?"

"What do you mean? What's wrong with Zhang Junxian? Who are those people?" Huo Xiwen was confused by him, looking at his serious face, not like he was joking.

"Don't ask too much specifically, knowing too clearly is not good for you. As long as you remember me, don't have any contact with Zhang Junxian, understand?"

"I don't understand. You don't tell me anything, how do I understand?" Huo Xiwen hated the way he tried to protect her and never told her the truth.

She is not an unreasonable, embarrassing woman. She just wants to know the truth. Why is it so difficult for him?

"Boss, just tell Miss Huo, Zhang Junxian's kid is not a good thing at all, he is ..." Zhao Wei couldn't help but want to tell the truth, but he hadn't finished speaking, he only heard "嘭" With a bang, I didn't know where a bullet came from. It hit the front windshield and was shot far away.