Chapter 321 Recruiting? Let’s talk about borrowing things
Su Fan climbed up the stairs along the fire escape.
The owner of this building, who is also the top person in charge of the entire media group, should be on the top floor, enjoying his leisure time.
Along the way, the lights in the building were brightly lit, and not many people were off work.
These people are busy around the clock to report first-hand news from all over the United States and even from every corner of the world.
As for whether the news is true or false and what impact it will have, that is beyond their control.
In the final analysis, they are just a small screw in this huge public opinion machine.
If one is missing, countless substitutes immediately appear.
Therefore, Su Fan never thought of causing trouble with them from the beginning.
Of course, the exception was the female host in front. She asked for it.
As long as she showed a little hesitation during the conversation with Su Fan, she would not end up losing her voice and appearance.
As Su Fan moved forward, the electronic equipment in the corridor began to malfunction layer by layer.
This is true for sensor lights and surveillance.
This was the work of the female astrologer ghost, and Su Fan acquiesced.
The surroundings were pitch black, and the front and rear stairs where Su Fan was standing were completely dark, and would immediately return to darkness after he left.
[He looks like a villain and an evil cultivator. 】
Su Fan couldn't help but laugh at himself.
As the floors gradually rose, the sounds of work coming from the outside of the passage turned into chatter and laughter.
With the elegant music played by a professional orchestra as the background, the men and women chatted and laughed one after another, mixed with the sound of the clinking of wine glasses.
Everyone's conversation seemed polite, but in fact, there was no word that did not revolve around money and power, as if the air was filled with the smell of ink from US dollars.
A joke of less than ten minutes between a few small groups can decide the fate of countless workers below.
This group of people is shrewd and cold, making no secret of their greed.
Although they have the same body structure as the lower-level worker bees, their thoughts and behaviors are completely different.
Su Fan had no expression on his face, listening to the ridiculous noises after the happy negotiation, and continued walking up.
Stopping at the end of the stairs, Su Fan walked outside. What was waiting for him was a secretary with a smile on his face and half-rimmed eyes.
"Hello, distinguished guest, sir, you have been waiting upstairs for a long time."
She is tall and has undulating curves, and her long legs are wrapped in black stockings.
Regardless of her figure, appearance or temperament, she is not inferior to the female stars active on the screen.
Professional attire and workplace attire add a bit of temptation.
She bowed to greet him politely, as if she had already known that Su Fan would come to visit.
Except for Su Fan and a few security personnel, there was no one else inside the floor.
Su Fan smiled slightly when he saw this.
"Lead the way."
"No problem, please follow me."
The female secretary smiled, stepped on high heels, and took Su Fan to the elevator in the center of the floor.
He was swaying while walking, and it was impossible for ordinary people to divert their attention, but no one from the surrounding security guards diverted their attention.
After using their ID cards for verification, the two people took the elevator to the top of the building.
Not long after, the elevator door opened.
Passing through the corridor, what appeared in front of Su Fan was a plain white room.
There are no extra decorations or luxurious furnishings, simple tables and chairs, and a thin man sitting on them, working at the desk.
The latter raised his head when he heard the sound of the elevator door opening.
The other party is not potbellied like the industry tycoons in many movies and TV dramas, but looks very healthy.
The eyes hidden behind the lenses shone shrewdly, and the white light above shone on his skin, giving people a strong sense of crisis.
It was like watching the waves of light shining on the rough skin of the white shark through the glass of an aquarium.
"I expected you to come, but I didn't expect you to move so quickly. Sue."
The man spoke in a very friendly and natural tone. If someone didn't know him well, they might think it was a meeting with old friends whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
"This is our first meeting. You can call me Michaelson. Of course, you can also just call me Michael."
The other party extended his hand, but Su Fan had no intention of shaking hands with it. He just looked at the man who called himself Michaelson quietly, as if waiting for his next words.
The friendly handshake was ignored, but Michaelson gave no hint of displeasure.
"It seems that my actions were a bit abrupt, but it doesn't matter. We have plenty of time to talk slowly."
"Let's start with how I knew you would come to visit."
……
He is Su Fan.
He was adopted from an orphanage by an antique shop owner and raised as an adult.
I successfully completed my college studies, but in the end I did not choose to pursue a programming major related to my major, but returned home to inherit the family business.
Such people have almost no social resources except their own talents and wisdom...
The person who was supposed to be working under him started to take on exorcism-related business at some point last year, and gradually showed abilities beyond ordinary people and amazing growth.
He had read all the information about Su Fan, but he still couldn't figure out where this young man's ability came from.
It can only be explained as a gift from God.
For such a being, the first thing they think of is to win over him.
Michaelson did not send anyone to monitor Su Fan's every move. He also knew that doing so would be immediately noticed by Su Fan and cause resentment.
He made a guess based on Su Fan's character.
He can solve problems directly and rarely mince words. Su Fan, who has such a course of action, will definitely confront him.
Of course, these cannot be said directly.
"I just feel that you and I must meet each other and let the secretaries and others wait for you at all times. I don't deliberately monitor you."
"Please don't feel offended. It's true that the things you did are too eye-catching. In fact, besides me, there are other people who are also looking at you."
At this point, Michaelson paused.
But he didn't wait for Su Fan's inquiry.
This young man remained silent as before.
Those eyes as calm as a pool of water looked at him.
He is still waiting for my explanation.
After realizing this, Mikaelson was still not angry.
He knew very well that the best way to deal with this kind of ordinary person who suddenly possessed extraordinary power was to first give him enough respect.
Living in the middle and lower classes of society, they regard so-called dignity as more important than their own lives.
Make them feel respected, and they will naturally develop a favorable impression of the interlocutor.
The beating around the bush and testing each other between elites are not as useful as simple, straightforward and straight-to-the-point conversations.
"I don't know exactly who those people are, but they are quite kind to you."
"Even expressed the idea that you can always join in if you want."
As he spoke, Michaelson took out a business card with only a picture from his suit pocket.
Above, on the triangular pyramid, a lifelike eye opens, looking like it has some strong religious overtones.
The all-seeing eye. "Freemasonry?"
Seeing the young man in front of him finally speaking, a smile appeared on Michaelson's face.
"I believe you can also get information about this pattern from some folk rumors..."
"Such as manipulating elections, carrying out assassinations..."
Michaelson quipped at this.
"It's actually not as weird as the legend says. It's just an occasional gathering held by a group of people who often do business with each other."
“There are chambers of commerce like this all over the world, right?”
"Su, I know you came here to seek an explanation from me because your reputation was violated."
"I would like to express my deep regret for the trouble I caused you earlier."
"I can immediately terminate all news reports about you and compensate those who have been disturbed..."
"Is this your sincerity in order to invite me?"
The young man smiled.
"Isn't this a little too little for Freemasonry?"
"Of course it's more than that."
Mikaelson shook his head.
"You know, we have many partners and resources around the world."
"If you are willing to join, I can personally give you the mining rights of an oil field in the Middle East as a meeting gift."
"Oh?"
The young man opposite seemed to be interested and smiled for the first time.
"What else?"
"...Some other benefits can only be told to you when you join the membership. They are confidential and it is not convenient for me to disclose them now."
"But believe me, everything you have in the past will be eclipsed by this rich gift."
Michaelson's words were full of temptation. Just one sentence seemed to reveal mountains of gold and silver in front of Su Fan.
“After joining, will I be considered God’s chosen one?”
"Of course, not only you, but also your deceased adoptive father will be regarded as..."
Before Michaelson could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Su Fan.
"Can Taoist priests be God's chosen people?"
"Of course you can, but after you join the club, your religious beliefs also need to change."
Michaelson didn't hesitate.
The so-called Jews have long transcended the concept of race.
They continue to marry into other races and absorb the female members among them to become one of their members.
What truly connects them is not a sense of belonging to the same race, but a strong chain of interests.
Not to mention that he believes in Taoism, even if he carries a Quran in his pocket and is named Muhammad, he can still join the association as long as it is profitable.
The secret organization of the world's most powerful country invites you to join, and the price is just a change of belief.
Such a huge profit... It can even be said to be a business that can reach the sky in one step. Who can not be tempted? !
"Sounds good."
Su Fan smiled.
"But I came here this time not to ask for money, nor to join the club, but to borrow something else."
"What?"
Seeing that the other party was interested, Michaelson asked patiently.
In his opinion, as long as he can get the other party's mysterious power, he can talk about anything.
"I'll lend you your head."
Michaelson raised his head and looked at Su Fan.
After realizing that the other party was not joking, the smile on that face completely disappeared.
He finally understood what the smile on Su Fan's face was about.
It was not that he was interested in what he was talking about, but that he was joking as if he were watching a clown on stage.
From the beginning to the end, the other party had no intention of having a good conversation with him!
"You want to kill me?"
The previous amiable smile disappeared. At this time, the middle-aged man in front of Su Fan leaned towards the chair behind him.
There was an obvious change in his temperament. After taking off his disguise, Michaelson had a cold face and mockery in his eyes.
"What if?"
As Su Fan spoke, billowing black mist poured out of his pocket, forming the shadow of a female ghost in the air.
"I know you have personal abilities that are beyond the reach of ordinary people, but how could I not prepare?"
As Mikaelson finished speaking, countless black holes protruded from the wall on one side.
Countless red dots flooded all the vital points of Su Fan's body.
At the same time, a bright holy light suddenly erupted in the room.
The female astrologer ghost let out a scream of pain and persisted for only a second before she dissipated into black smoke and returned to the tarot cards.
"The things obtained from the Vatican are... very useful, aren't they?"
Mikaelson shrugged.
"These firearms use special tungsten armor-piercing bullets. If you feel that your body is harder than steel, you can try it."
He stood up from his seat and came to Su Fan.
"Is that the evil spirit you collected from the tarot cards just now? It looks like a good pet."
"What? Aren't you going to let her bite me?"
"I haven't tasted what it's like to be a ghost."
The man's tone was vulgar, and his previous politeness seemed like an illusion.
After realizing that Su Fan could not be a helper, Michaelson naturally had no need to maintain his previous hypocritical appearance.
He smiled proudly, came to the corner of the room, took off his pants and shot a jet of water towards the wall.
"I still quite like a clean-cut pariah like you, at least you don't have to waste so much of my time and energy."
"It's really hard work for me to recruit inferior people like you."
"There is an old guy in the club, and they want to recruit you... I really don't know what they are thinking."
Mikaelson shook his leg, but accidentally peeed on his hand.
"Lend me your cheek, dear Sue."
He frowned and came directly to Su Fan. As he spoke, he was about to wipe his hand on Su Fan's face.
The next second, the heartbreaking pain suddenly invaded the brain, and at the same time, the body suddenly lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground.
When he looked down, he saw that his limbs had been completely twisted and broken.
The broken bones penetrated the muscles and skin, leaving them exposed.
He opened his mouth to scream, but all he could produce was gas.
"Fire...fire..."
He was finally able to make a sound, but found that there was no response to his calls.
What frightened him even more was that all the red spots had moved to his chest!
(End of chapter)