The housekeeper didn't know what Feng's intention was. If he knew it, he would definitely not dare to do it. No matter how big the reward was, he would not agree to it. Jobs was his bread and butter. If he killed him, he would not give up those rewards in the future.
What can he do after using it? But precisely because he didn't know, he let the wind in.
In two days, Jobs was about to leave. Feng contacted the housekeeper again and asked, "How many days will Vice President Jobs need to go abroad?"
The housekeeper replied: "About fifteen days, why do you ask this?"
"Well, I want to do a ten-day visit. Is it possible?" Feng wanted to know if there were many security guards near the villa. If so, he would have to be more careful in his assassination, but he believed
There were security guards inside. If the Vice President's home had not been equipped with security guards, he would have died countless times. He hoped that there would be fewer security guards inside.
Later, under Feng's money offensive, he offered interviews at a price of 100,000 yuan per day. Feng did not care about these fees and could only ask Bob for them after completing the task.
That afternoon, when Feng was having lunch, the phone suddenly rang. He looked at the number and saw that it was Crowe's phone number. Crowe must have arrived in Washington. He answered the phone. As he expected, a voice came from the other side of the phone: "
Hey! Feng, I’m in Washington, where are you?”
"I was eating at a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. Come and try it too. We haven't tasted Chinese food for a long time. The taste of this restaurant is very good!" Feng replied, then took a bite of the food, and then
He took a sip of saliva and pretended it was delicious.
"Ah? I just ate it on the plane." Crow said regretfully. Both he and Feng had tried Chinese restaurants and they were very delicious. They hadn't eaten in a long time. When Feng said this, he was a little greedy.
"It's okay. After all, you won't become fat immediately after eating it. Don't worry!" Feng said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll be right there. Which one are you at?" Crowe immediately agreed, asked, and stopped a car at the same time.
"Well, I'm eating at the delicious Huaxia restaurant. Come quickly!" Feng said.
"Well, come right away!"
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Because the airport is quite far from Chinatown, Feng waited at the restaurant for about an hour before waiting for the desperate Crow.
Seeing Crow entering the restaurant, Feng waved to him. Crow saw him immediately and ran over quickly, panting and saying: "The distance I ran is even more difficult than when we were training. I won't be there halfway."
I accidentally bumped into a woman and was delayed for a few more minutes. What bad luck!"
"Haha! Okay, I won't say much. You have been digesting it for so long. Go and order some food!" Feng laughed. Crowe was indeed unlucky enough.
"Okay!" Crowe nodded, and immediately called a waiter, looked at the menu, and started to order: "This, this, eh? I haven't eaten this before, it looks delicious, okay
, just this, um...and..."
Crow got up at one o'clock, which made Feng ashamed. He was afraid that this guy would think that everything on the menu was delicious and ordered them all. He quickly reminded: "Are you going to die from starvation? I won't help you eat!"
"Uh..." Crowe finally reacted. After ordering a few dishes, he started eating.
This meal was also very good, but the ending was not ideal, because Feng was forced to help Crowe eat some, but in the end, he was also exhausted like Crowe, and could only complain about Crowe.