Seeing Fang Xing being so arrogant, the faces of the old men suddenly became even more ugly.

They are considered to have been through the battlefield for a long time, how could they be allowed to make such mistakes and make such threats!

Let alone transporting the nuclear bomb, even if all eight generations of their ancestors are tied before their eyes, their character will definitely not waver at all!

How could the people who walked past the mountains of swords, seas of fire, and hail of bullets have the slightest fear or retreat?

One of the old men immediately stood up, pointed at Fang Xing, and was about to shout, "In the worst case, I and him will die together."

But as soon as he stood up, another old man next to him pressed the button again.

"There's no need for me to beg and hold them hostage first!"

"They have a serious matter to discuss."

"Let's come in and talk in half an hour."

Hearing that his comrades beside him were retreating back at that moment, the old man who stood up suddenly turned red with anger!

But even he knew that his old friend was not a stupid person and would not suddenly say such things at that time.

You can suppress your anger and leave with a few people watching.

As soon as the front foot touched the door of the conference room, the old man on the back foot became furious!

"What are you doing?"

"Have they ever been threatened by them!"

"Don't tell me if the nuclear bomb was dropped there, even if the nuclear bomb was placed in front of his eyes, he would not be threatened or humiliated in the slightest!"

"It's not like he can make nuclear bombs!"

"I have had too much contact with the people in the management of Ba Headquarters, and my brain is no longer working!"

The other old man who stretched out his legs to block him had a normal expression.

Did they hand over the purchase contract that Fang Xing had just placed on their desk?

"Let me see what price they offer."

The old man angrily knocked away the document he was handed and roared loudly:

"Fuck! That's not West Point. They don't sell West Point!"

Another old man was interrupted like that, but his expression remained as usual.

He said slowly:

"The price they offered is NT$2,250, which means there is a balance of NT$200 billion."

"………………"

"Wozefak?"

"And they have no interest in buying their lives or the honor of their school, so they can buy their land, school and name."

Say it.

Several old men looked at each other.

They know what it means.

"Let's just say..."

"That means they can package up the entire school and sell it to him, and then use that building to build a better school. Of course, they can't call it that name again in the future."

"There are some extra details in the contract, so please ask those people in the school to work for Boss Ba as much as possible."

"………………"

"If you are willing to work, the salary and benefits will be exactly the same as those offered by the boss's employer."

"……………………"

"Sell it to them. The price is so high that it's inappropriate not to sell it to them."

"He felt that the price was a bit high, really."

"Whether they like the equipment of that school, please replace the old equipment of the school and then sell it to them, otherwise he is afraid that they will be picky."

"I'll ask President Dongba later if he or she needs additional security personnel. Many of their students are selected from elite Marines. There shouldn't be any big problem."

"Please let them discuss the site of Yidong New School first. After all, so much money is enough for them to solve many problems."

Several old men began to discuss the matter calmly.

Half an hour later.

The old men walked back to their seats and began to communicate with the housekeepers with calm faces.

"They can decide on the contract, but there are some things that require them to negotiate in detail."

"Especially because many things in school cannot be measured in money."

"They need to negotiate the time and plan the appearance, especially if they can't force people there to work for us."

"After all, that's not West Point."

Fang Xing's face was calm and there was nothing unusual about his expression.

"They don't care what's in the school. But they urgently need all the canteens in the school to belong to their company first."

"That's related to the boss's order, and it's their top priority."

The old men looked at each other, but no one understood what it meant.

After a complex negotiation.

Several old men signed the contract, covered their heads and left.

They don’t know why the more they communicate, the more they feel itchy in their brains.

With the cooperation of the elders, all related matters were quickly arranged.

At noon that day, West Point Military Academy issued an announcement.

And early the next day.

A new sign was put up at the door.

[Bruflan—Western pastry training and military management school]

Fang Xing knew very well whether the boss wanted to buy that school or not.

In order to help the heroine Shamate learn very good pastry skills.

so.

That school wants to buy it.

After all, that was not the boss's order.

But I also want to know the true intention of President Ba.

Therefore, you should not bring a group of big men who can chop onions to teach the heroine how to make Western pastries.

Then you need to do another thing yourself, that is, seize the time to conduct emergency training with the people there!

Off campus.

The playground was crowded with people standing there, everyone showing their strong muscles.

And in front of them, there was a box.

"From tomorrow onwards, forget everything we did before!"

"That will be the beginning of a new step for us!"

The faces of a group of elites were steady, but their eyes were full of excitement.

Are there any new inventions that will allow them to become new professionals?

Just like the operator of the drone, the driver of the swimmer's new equipment, etc.!

I want to know that with the advancement of science and technology, there will always be new professions born!

Didn't you expect that opportunity to appear in front of you?

"We need to open the box in front of us and get the uniforms of our new identities from inside!"

The elites all leaned over and opened the things in front of them as quickly as possible.

Then.

A group of people looked at the aprons in their legs in silence.

Very much like a chef hat in a box.

"Wolfack?!"

"What the hell is that?"

in the distance.

Fang Xing is discussing with people around him, please buy a few good restaurants first, ask their chefs to come first, and help train the people there.

After all, the boss’s request is that the earlier the appointment is completed, the better.

Although there are chefs there, they are still not up to the standards of world-class chefs.

And if you want to train new chefs, you have to wait until the day lilies are cold!

"Well, after all, it has been changed to Bluffland - a Western pastry training and military-style management school."

"Then they can simply hire some top chefs with high salaries, and then ask those top chefs to give lessons to the boss's woman. Wouldn't they kill two birds with one stone?"

"When the time comes, it can be slowly transformed into the real West Point Military Academy. I believe the overlords will not care about their expediency."
Chapter completed!