1621: C1621 Pan Minghui

C1621 Pan Minghui

But even if it's tricky, it doesn't mean there's no solution.

"Professor, I remember you once said that benefits are the most secure bond between people, and now I'm going to cut it off!"

"Professor, help me meet with the consortium behind Berkeley..."

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Medison 38...

Pan Minghui was holding the blonde beauty in his arms, and his right hand had already silently reached into the woman's shirt.

The woman, on the other hand, had a look of enjoyment on her face.

"Bang!"

Just as Pan Minghui was about to take another step forward, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open. A young man in his twenties wearing punk clothes rushed in.

Pan Minghui frowned. His face suddenly sank, and he gave off an unpleasant aura.

"How many times have I told you to knock before entering the room? Are you out of your minds or out of your minds?"

"If you don't want it, then chop it and feed it to the dogs!"

The young man hurriedly nodded, turned around, and left. He conveniently closed the door.

"Knock knock knock knock..." After a moment, he knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Pan Minghui's voice came from inside the room.

"Old... Boss, something happened!" The young man hastily said.

" What happened? "

"Tom and Jack were arrested, the mission failed!"

Pan Minghui did not care whether Tom was arrested or not. What he cared about was that the mission failed!

Pan Minghui flung the young girl in his hand and snapped, "Why did you only tell me such an important thing now? What did you do earlier?"

"Uh, Boss, didn't you tell me to knock on the door first?"

"Then I told you to eat sh * t. Why didn't you go?!"

... "" The young man opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and tell me everything that happened." Pan Minghui said sternly.

He was completely speechless when it came to this subordinate of his.

Can't you have a better judgment of the world? Can't you see that I'm burning with rage? Can't you just tell me what's going on?

"It's like this..."

The young man suddenly realized what had happened and quickly told him everything that had happened.

"Wait, you said Tom and Jack slapped each other in Princeton?" Pan Minghui asked tentatively.

"That's right."

"Are they brainless or brainless?" Pan Minghui asked.2

"Uh, I heard they are trying to attract Qin Luo's attention..."

A brain was really a good thing.

Others had no choice but to attract the attention of their target.

But here he wanted to attract attention.

What the f * ck, looking for something to do for no reason? Or was it something else?

"He really is a f * cking idiot." After cursing inwardly, Pan Minghui continued to ask.

"Where are they?" Pan Minghui asked.

"Qin Luo called the police. They were taken away by Thompson." The young man said.

"How about this? Contact our men and see if he can think of a way to get these two useless people out." After a moment of silence, Pan Minghui spoke again.

"Boss, don't worry. I'll do it right away. I promise that I'll do it beautifully..."

With these words, the young man smiled complacently, turned around, and left the room.

As the boss, Pan Minghui also lost interest at this moment. He indifferently swept a plate of women and left the room...

Washington...

The president of Intel, Groves, put down his phone with a puzzled look on his face.

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