Thank you for your rewards from Wang Xiucai, Linghu Xingmeng, Xuanyuan Er and Tianzhi Donghuang brothers...

Wen Fei nodded and walked swaggeringly in this hotel, which is quite famous. At this time, Wen Fei had the leisure to take a closer look at the various decorations of the hotel.

To be honest, according to Master Wen Datian’s previous habits, he rarely paid attention to such details. He never paid attention to things he was interested in.

But since you are going to have a catering business, you must naturally pay attention to what others do and learn from advanced experience. Although the restaurants built by Wen Da Tianshi can no longer be compared with such old five-star hotels.

When Wenfei arrived at the cafe on the 24th floor, Mr. Peterson had arrived. Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the night sea view of Victoria Harbour.

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

Of course, Peterson would not admit his mistake when he saw Wen Fei strode. He stood up and said in fluent Mandarin with a local accent, "I'm glad to see you, Mr. Wen Fei!"

Wen Fei said directly: "I'm not very happy to see you. I was thinking, maybe I could just jump from here? Or maybe you will die of a heart attack!"

Peterson laughed: "Mr. Wen, you are so humorous. Yes, Anderson and the professor's death, I think it's related to you!"

Wen Fei's smile remained unchanged and said lightly: "It can be said that it is not. This world is composed of probability, such as you and me meeting here today. That is countless accidental probability."

Peterson smiled with an excuse: "I know, this is called cause and effect in your China, or fate. No, it should be accurately called cause and condition!"

Wen Fei was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this foreigner was so proficient in Chinese culture. Of course, Master Wen was just a fool. He said: "It's fine if you understand. I just slightly affected some accidental parameters. It made the probability quite unfavorable to Mr. Peterson. For example, Mr. Peterson suddenly couldn't think it through and jumped down from the upper floor in an instant!"

Peterson's smile froze. He knew that Wen Fei had many extraordinary means. But as the director of the foundation, Peterson believed that he had enough means and props to defend against the evil magic that Wen Fei might have used.

This is the reason why Peterson was confident to sit in front of Wen Fei and talked happily.

But what Wen Fei said, this probability argument, is just like the God of Death. It is irresistible. After all, everything is just a probability...

"Have you seen the God of Death come?" Wen Fei smiled and said, "The characters inside will encounter various death situations for no reason... For example, the priests and professors, their probability has been slightly modified by me, or their cause and effect have been disturbed by me for a little bit. As a result, the God of Death finds them..."

Peterson's face froze and his lips were trembling. Wen Fei smiled happily, as if Peterson's face changed, which made him very happy.

In fact, although Wen Fei can influence people with luck, it is still a bit too mysterious to talk about probability. If one person does something, if all the probability is calculated, the data will be an astronomical number. The changes and mutual influences of these data can make these data countless times more complicated. No computer can calculate it clearly.

"Mr. Wen, stop kidding. You must know that the gadgets I carry can let my assistant in the room hear our conversation clearly!" Peterson said with a dry smile.

"Is that?" Wen Fei laughed: "Of course I'm just a joke. Look, the beauty opposite..."

Peterson didn't know what Wen Fei was going to do, but the atmosphere and rhythm of the conversation were already under control by Wen Fei. He looked over as he said, and saw a beautiful woman wearing a fiery red evening dress with a slender figure and half-exposed breasts. A pair of golden high heels were probably five inches tall and short. She was very charming while walking.

But Wen Fei smiled and said, "You see, she is wearing such a high heel. By probability, it is easy to break..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the charming beauty fell to the ground with a thud. Wen Fei even whistled, and the black T-shaped small Nene... At this moment, Peterson's face became particularly exciting. At the same time, in the guest room, Peterson's assistants who were monitoring the conversation between the two also changed drastically.

Peterson is a director of a foundation, and although he does not have any special abilities, he has a wide range of knowledge. It can be said that all kinds of hypnosis, psychics, exorcism, frequent death, even special abilities, or alien kidnappings are all studied in the world.

But he didn't know how Wen Fei took action?

Is it really like what Wen Fei said, is it a probability? Can Wen Fei really affect the probability, or cause and effect? ​​Thinking of this, Peterson's stomach tightened.

Wen Fei whistled and saw that the beautiful woman had been getting up for a long time. She was blushing and no longer swaying when she walked, she ran to the bathroom in a very embarrassed manner.

"Look, I've said a long time ago, don't wear such high-ranking shoes!" Wen Fei smiled and said to Peterson: "You're right?"

If Peterson was a little skeptical about the probability that Wen Fei said at the beginning, then now he has believed at least seven or eight points.

His smile froze on his face, and a coldness seemed to rise from the bottom of his spine. He accompanied Wen Fei to find out: "Hehe, Mr. Wen is so humorous!" Even he felt that his laughter was extremely dry.

"I'm very unhappy!" Wen Fei waved to the waiter and said, "What should I drink with Mr. Peterson? Look, although I am a local bun, I am working hard to keep pace with the world. What is the best coffee here?" His last sentence was to the waiter.

The waiter smiled politely and said, "Sir, what you drink requires your own taste. It is not expensive, it is suitable for you. Of course, if you must introduce me..."

Wen Fei directly interrupted the waiter: "Okay, since you said it is suitable for my taste, then you can give me the Dragon and Phoenix Tuan Tea!"

The waiter was amused and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, our cafe is not as good as you said..."

Wen Fei suddenly lowered his face and shouted coldly: "Are you teasing me? You just said you wanted to choose a drink that suits your taste, but now what are you telling me?" He slapped the table heavily.

The waiter was not scared, but scared Peterson to his heart: "Do you know if you know that playing with me like this makes me feel really unhappy? Well, Mr. Peterson, do you think so?"

Peterson took out his handkerchief and wiped a cold sweat on his forehead. At this time, when Wen Fei asked, he was almost crying. He didn't know whether he should agree or not?

Well, the biggest question is. If you don’t agree, what will happen if Wen Fei, a moody guy, suddenly turned against him? Thinking of this, Peterson already regrets that he would come to see Wen Fei carelessly.

What I regret even more is that I had known that Wen Fei was so terrifying. I shouldn't have provoked him no matter how I said it! Damn, can he manipulate the probability?

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

"Okay, I am a person who is easy to talk to!" Wen Fei said to the waiter: "Just give me a cup of coffee, Mr. Peterson, what do you want to drink?"

Peterson smiled bitterly, "I think there is something wrong with my health. It seems that the conversation is about to end!"

Wen Fei turned to Peterson and said, "What, Mr. Peterson. You are so disrespectful to me. I'll treat you to coffee, and you still have to refuse?"

Peterson smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, my stomach is invading. It hurts so much now. Can you give me a glass of water? Thank you!" The last sentence was still to the waiter.

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

Peterson looked gratefully at the waiter before he could speak, and Wen Fei suddenly interrupted: "From the probability, stomach disease may also be gastric cancer... If you look at the worst probability, it may be in the late stage..."

As soon as these words came out, Peterson sweated more. He raised his hand and said, "Okay, okay. Mr. Wen, we can say something directly, don't look for the probability again, okay?"

Wen Fei stretched out a finger and said, "Ten million!"

"What?" Peterson was stunned.

"US dollars!" Wen Fei said very directly.

"Is it the price of gold plates?" Peterson quickly waved his hand and asked the waiter to leave.

"No, it just makes me feel better. Don't talk about the price of probability. You know, I didn't know who wanted to bankrupt my company two days ago. All of this made me feel so upset!" Wen Fei said: "I think only ten million can make me feel better. Don't talk about probability anymore!"

"You are blackmailing!" Peterson was angry: "Believe it or not, I will call the police to arrest you?"

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

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

Wen Fei laughed again: "Mr. Peterson, do you think I am a fool? Do you want to buy Xiang Ji's treasure map for ten million?"

Peterson's face became gloomy again, and he felt his stomach hurt more and more. 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...)
Chapter completed!