The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

After that, Phelps hung up the phone regardless of the aggressive front desk.

"Sir, sorry, Mr. Phelps, not here." The front desk smiled professionally, the other side was right.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, the front desk was stunned. What about the monk in front of me?

At the same time, in the stairwell, two figures, one large and one small, quickly climbed the stairs. The Founder asked, "Are you sure he is upstairs?"

The red child said, "Of course, my consciousness has been swept away. The guy who just answered the phone and talked is on the 88th floor. There are only three rooms there, which is easy to find."

Founder nodded, neither of them were ordinary people. Although the 88th floor was high, it was almost the same as flat ground for them.

Soon, the 88th floor arrived. Founder slightly adjusted his clothes, took a deep breath, and opened the front door with a smile, and said, "Philphers, pleased to meet you."

At this moment, Phelps just hung up the phone for less than two minutes!

"Founder?" Phelps exclaimed, and if he remembered correctly, he was still downstairs in a minute or two! Isn't it so fast even if you take the elevator?

Founder sat squarely across from Phelps, his hands clasped together: "Amitabha is the poor monk. Phelps, should you return the poor monk's things?"

Phelps' face suddenly became difficult to look, but he smiled a little: "Founder Abbot, I don't understand what you said. What is the return? The technology independently developed by our company, why give it to you ? "

Founder shook his head and said, "The donor, the poor monk is not here to negotiate, he just wants to get something back."

When Phelps saw Founder's face with a kind look, he didn't look like a great demon, and he quietly pressed the alarm button. After a few minutes, the security guard would break in. He believed that his security team had The ability to protect him.

So Phelps also felt relieved, leaning on a chair and calmly saying, "Founder Abbot, I've made it clear that there is nothing for you here. You can't have anything, of course, as a local Host, I'll be happy to invite you for a meal. "

Phelps's last sentence was just a joke, and the result ...

Founder touched his belly and said, "Since the donor is so enthusiastic, let the poor monk eat something."

Phelps' face suddenly froze. Looking at Founder carefully, Founder didn't seem to be joking, and suddenly there was a feeling that Cao Nima ran by. This thief is bald, it seems that he does not play cards according to common sense!

Phelps, suddenly thought of Founder's nickname-Master Crook!

For the first time, Phelps agreed with this title.

"Master, a lot of people are here." The red baby was right.

Fang Zheng touched the red baby's head and said, "Let them wait outside. The poor monk still wants to eat."

The red baby nodded and went out.

Seeing this, Phelps shook his head and said, "The Founder Abbot, that is my security team, which is full of elite special forces. There are members of the Y country airborne corps, and also members of the M country seals. Forces are terrible. They do n’t know how to take care of children. Your disciples used to be easily thrown out. "

Just then, the phone rang and it was the call from the front desk again.

Phelps shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm so sorry, it seems your disciples have been thrown out. These idiots are so insignificant ... Rest assured, I will pay for the medical bill."

After that, Phelps pressed the hands-free button, tilted Erlang's legs, squinted his eyes, sipped red wine, and smiled charmingly. He wanted to see how Founder was distressed.

As a result, Founder smiled slightly and picked up a magazine on his desk, blocking his face.

Phelps looked inexplicable.

"Mr. Phelps, my God, something big happened!" Exclaimed the day before yesterday.

"It's not a big deal when the sky falls, just say anything." Phelps said.

"Mr. Phelps, the gentlemen of the security team were thrown out and became a hill in Monroe ... Oh my God, there are people falling from the top of the building! Oh my god, they are just I was fainted, it was incredible! It was the 88th floor! "

puff!

When Phelps heard this, he took a sip of red wine and all the drinks were just blocked by the magazine in the founder's hand.

However, Phelps didn't have time to lament the predictability of this thief bald, but quickly opened the surveillance video downstairs. At this point, his mind was perverted with cold sweat! I saw seven or eight strong men fell to the ground at the gate of the company downstairs. At the same time, from time to time, someone fell downstairs and hit the crowd.

Phelps hurriedly opened the window and looked out, and saw an exclaimation next door. A strong man was pushed out along the window, and one foot was still being grasped by the other. Take a closer look. The window was still standing. personal! To be precise, it is a child, it is the disciple of Founder!

Seeing Phelps coming over, the red baby smiled at Phelps with a smile that was so sunny, and then loosened his hands, that brave man fell down and smashed on Luohan Mountain.

Phelps looked at the child's smile again, only feeling that the sun was gone, and the rest was cold and shivering!

A child who did a security team with up to 20 people? Is this Nima ... still human?

Phelps thought of all the rumors on the Founder, and finally, he began to believe that the monk in front of him was not human!

Phelps shook his fingers with smoke, sitting in a chair shiveringly, but trying hard to calm himself. Looking at the monk in front of him, he has always been good at communication, but he didn't know what to say.

Founder smiled and said, "Don't you invite the poor monk to dinner?"

Phelps then returned to his senses, rubbing the cold sweat on his forehead and smiling: "Yes, yes, eat!"

After talking about Phelps, he got up and went out, saying at the same time, "Let's go eat."

"Wait a minute," Fang Zheng said suddenly.

Phelps was startled and asked, "Master, what else is required?"

"Donor, do you have enough food?" Founder asked.

Phelpston was speechless for a while. His dignified boss invited you to dinner. This is the question, is he so stingy? So Phelps said, "Relax, master, be full."

Founder smiled with satisfaction: "That's good, poor monks have eaten western food before, but they are not full, and the amount is too small."

"It's all right, let's eat Chinese food this time," Phelps said.

Fang Zheng nodded happily: "That's good, yes, my apprentice is more able to eat."

When Phelps heard the words of the apprentice, his scalp became numb. Is that an apprentice? Is that a monster? He just wanted to go out now, and he didn't want to stay here for a second, and faced this strange monk alone!