"Father, this matter is very serious. I can't lie..."

Philip told Migao about it.

certainly.

Concealed the videotape.

"Father, what is the background of this King George?" Philip asked.

"He is the son-in-law of the Lin family of the Chinese political family. He holds huge amounts of funds and is the spokesperson for the Lin family's overseas investment." Old Philippe told King George's background.

Philip was so angry that he knew that George was not simple, but he didn't expect the background to be so powerful.

He is actually from the top political family in China.

"Father, if Migo is telling the truth, we will be in big trouble," Philip said.

"Let me think about it."

Old Philip's expression was also very serious.

As a figure in the political circle, there will actually be private exchanges between countries.

Even in hostile countries, there are many people with good relationships in the political circle in private.

But I can only know this kind of thing in private and each other.

Once exposed, it will cause an uproar, which is equivalent to selling off the country.

"Father, it is urgent to find out the true purpose of King George and suspend all cooperation between us and him." Philip said.

"Do you know how much cooperation projects we have with George? Once stopped, the loss will be huge." said Philippe, the old.ъìＱυＧΕtV.℃ǒΜ

"Compared with the consequences of this incident being exposed, the losses are acceptable," Philip said.

"Let me think about it..."

"Father, you can't hesitate anymore. You are now facing the governor's election, so you can't make any mistakes." Philip said anxiously.

This suddenly hit the heart of old Philippe, and he nodded, "I will call King George right away..."

...

"Mr. Chen, you have calculated everything. The reporter we were looking for was really trying to trade with Philip."

Mao Ba said excitedly.

"People's greed is endless. When the profit of something is greater than 50%, people will take risks. When the profit is greater than 100%, even their own father dares to betray them."

Chen Meng calmed down at this moment.

It's useless to be anxious.

Philip would not let Jiang Yao go easily.

Only when he feels pain and fear can he compromise.

After all, this is Texas and the lair of the Philips family. It can only be taken away by wisdom, and it is definitely unrealistic to force it.

"No wonder you often say that you are hiding behind the scenes and manipulating everything. Seeing the enemy helpless and overwhelmed, this feeling is really more relieved than just punching him." Mao Ba said in admiration.

"I'm wrong. Although the most cost-effective solution is to attack the enemy, the simplest way to deal with the problem is to speak with your fists, the premise is that killing people is not illegal."

Chen Meng smiled.

The ancients said that the superior troops attacked the plan, followed by the enemy, attacked the enemy again, attacked the enemy, and attacked the enemy the enemy the enemy most, attacked the city the most.

In Chen Meng's view, this is the inherent concept formed by the Chinese people's respect for Confucianism in their hearts.

This concept has the social background at that time. In order to serve the ruling class, people were advised to speak out, and it would be better not to do anything.

But at that time, China was the most powerful country and no one dared to compete.

The general environment is different now. After the Industrial Revolution, the logic of robbers rose and the laws of forests were rampant.

Just look at Europe and the United States today. It is impossible to respect Confucianism and will be considered weak and can be bullied.

Of course, Chen Meng did not deny that he had an advantage in the military attack, but at the right time, the military strategist style is more suitable.

"Forget it, you don't understand what you said."

Chen Meng waved his hand, "Have you called the police?"

"Reported."

"Then wait to see the show."

Chen Meng nodded.

This time, he wanted to let Philip know that it hurts, even though Texas is his home.

In his eyes, it was not a dragon's nest, but a vulnerable bird's nest.

Philip left his father's villa.

He rushed to the agreed place again.

An abandoned auto repair shop in the suburbs.

Many scrapped vehicles were parked.

Philip's car drove in slowly.

The temperature in winter is very cold.

Philip, who got out of the car, stood up his collar and looked around, faintly, as if there was endless danger.

"Come out, I'm here." Philip shouted.

The empty venue echoed his voice.

Like a life-seeking ghost.

After a while.

No one answered.

"I'll leave if I don't come out." Philip shouted again.

It's still unusually quiet.

Philip sneered and turned around to get on the bus.

At this moment, in the darkness, someone spoke, "Let all your subordinates quit."

"I was very sincere and brought two bodyguards, but since you were afraid, let's listen to you." Philip waved.

Two bodyguards exited the parking lot.

But the light of his eyes looked around, and there were more than a dozen subordinates hidden there.

As long as the damn reporter dares to come out, he will surely die.

"You can come out now," yelled Philip.

"Rise your hands up."

In the darkness, the voice continued.

“!!”

Philip raised his hand and turned around, "I don't carry any weapons. I come to make a deal with you with great sincerity. Please believe me."

There was silence around.

Waited for about a few minutes.

finally.

A figure came out of the darkness and approached Philip carefully. What surprised Philip was that the guy was holding a gun in his hand.

Philip's face was gloomy, "Friend, you're too cunning."

"Sorry, Mr. Philip, I must be careful when making a deal with you."

The reporter approached Philip, lifted up his suit, checked it, and did not wear a weapon, "Mr. Philip, where is my money."

"I'm going to see the video tape first," Philip said.

“The videotape is here.”

The reporter took out a videotape from his bag, "Where is the money."

"In the car."

Philip turned around.

Take out a suitcase from the car.

"Open." The reporter pointed a gun at Philip.

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Philip's eyes. Damn things, I will let you know the dignity of the Philip family and cannot be blasphemed.

He put the suitcase on the floor, squatted down, and slowly opened it.
To be continued...