The strongest security guard for a female president

Chapter 660 The Taste of Power

Although he was "sick" and given an indefinite sick leave, he was not held accountable at all.

However, Liang Jianyang had already been completely kicked out, and Bai Zifan didn't bother to talk to him, and began to prepare to move the office. Liang Jianyang was not a good guy, and Bai Zifan felt annoyed when he saw him.

But this guy really has a great style of life, the antique decoration of the office makes Bai Zifan feel a lot better just looking at it.

While inspecting his new office, Gao Guofeng ran over.

"Captain, what else do you need in this office? Tell me, and I'll help you get it."

"Help me buy it? I don't have any money."

"Look at what you said, you don't have money, but I do. I'll pay the bill."

Hearing Gao Guofeng's compliments, Bai Zifan immediately felt that the taste of power is really wonderful. Last time, he asked Gao Guofeng to find a group of relatives and friends to help him. He is reimbursed.

Now that I have been promoted, the treatment has changed drastically.

When Bai Zifan closed his eyes to feel the taste of power, he completely forgot that he is now a big leader, and any action can cause a huge reaction. For example, now, seeing Bai Zifan react after hearing his statement None, Gao Guofeng was completely at a loss in his heart.

If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself. No, you can't blame yourself for this. How could I have thought that Bai Zifan would be hard on Liang Jianyang as soon as he appeared, and it was even more impossible for him to think that Bai Zifan really turned Liang Jianyang hard. The bastard Liang Jianyang is too useless, why can't he play with Bai Zifan?
No, if Liang Jianyang wants to win, he, Bai Zifan's accomplice, will definitely enjoy the remnant treatment, but now that Bai Zifan has won, he is still unwelcome...

Thinking of this, Gao Guofeng gritted his teeth, raised his arm and slapped himself fiercely. After hearing the movement, Bai Zifan raised his head in surprise and asked, "Gao Guofeng, what are you doing? Why did you slap yourself?"

"I, I'm punishing myself."

"Hey, we didn't have any hatred before, Gao Guofeng, you misunderstood me, I'm not a small-minded person."

Hearing Bai Zifan's words, Gao Guofeng almost burst into tears, don't you have a small belly?If you had such a bit of tolerance, you wouldn't wait until I slapped myself six big mouths before opening your mouth, would you?

"Gao Guofeng, I still need your help this time, prepare something for me."

"No problem, Captain, you say, what you need, I promise to prepare it for you."

After listening to Bai Zifan's request, especially after he didn't mean money at all, Gao Guofeng left with a smile on his MMP face.

Early the next morning, after receiving a text message from Gao Guofeng that they were ready together, Bai Zifan happily came to the gate of Beidou Martial Arts Hall.

"Hehe, you can wait for me here so early, don't be so enthusiastic, I feel very burdened."

With a cold snort, Ke Wenting said with a look of disdain, "Waiting for you? You have a good idea. I want to talk to my uncle when he comes over."

"Don't hold on to your hopes. If the talks can go well, it won't be such a mess. There's no hope at all."

After pondering for a while, Ke Wenting shook her head and said, "Thinking about it carefully, persuading my uncle is still more hopeful than relying on your help."

Faced with Ke Wenting's stubbornness, Bai Zifan couldn't say anything, so he walked in with his head down.

Knowing that warriors have the habit of getting up early, he was afraid that they would fight again when he rushed over, so Bai Zifan came here early on this day.

But as soon as he walked in, Bai Zifan was frightened. Ke Junkun was leading all his disciples to sit quietly.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

"Before the competition, adjust your state." After speaking, Ke Junkun walked towards Bai Zifan step by step with a serious face.

How did Bai Zifan feel about this expression, this atmosphere? He felt something was wrong, and asked nervously, "Senior, what are you doing?"

"Bai Zifan, you are also a martial artist, so you should be able to understand this kind of martial arts competition between us, and you won't have any prejudice?"

"No, no, I quite understand, but I think it's easy to say anything..."

"Bai Zifan, Ke Wenting, grew up in a martial arts gym since she was a child, practicing martial arts, and all of them have the boldness of a martial artist. You won't be uncomfortable with it, right?"

"No, I'm also a warrior. In fact, I like this bold personality!"

Hearing Bai Zifan's words, Ke Junkun nodded contentedly and said, "Okay, that's good, then you can get along well in the future, don't worry, I'm very satisfied with you, and I won't create obstacles for you."

"Um, why do these words feel weird?" Bai Zifan said with a confused face.

Dazed for a moment, Ke Junkun smiled and said, "You boy, I didn't expect you to be so shy, and you are still pretending to be confused with me at this moment, hehe, you, you, okay, if you want to watch the competition, stand aside, don't be accidentally injured later Also, don’t mess around with things like before.”

Bai Zifan, who obediently ran to the side to make a ponytail, looked at Ke Junkun who continued to sit cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, thinking about it, and felt that something was wrong, especially the way Ke Junkun looked at him just now, which seemed to be the special way an old man looks at his son-in-law...

Soon, Xie Xinlin led a group of disciples to kill him mightily, while Ke Wenting followed him with a sad face, obviously trying to persuade Xie Xinlin to fail.

As soon as the two met, Bai Zifan clearly felt the cremation of hatred between them.

It's a pity that Bai Zifan didn't have a video camera in his hand at this time, otherwise there would be a close-up of the faces of the two of them, and a close-up of the eyes, interspersed with shots, a proper classic martial arts movie.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get started."

"Right on my mind."

The two masters had already spoken, so the disciples naturally didn't have to be polite, and they stood up one after another. Seeing this scene, Bai Zifan said in a daze, "Isn't this a one-on-one martial arts competition? Why do I always fight in scuffles when I come?" one slice?"

"That's because you came late. Just wait and see. Once the two decide the winner, they will sneer and sneer triumphantly. The loser will jump around and swear, and they will fight together without saying a few words. As for fighting every day, there is no winner or loser every day." Ke Wenting complained feebly.

"It won't be like that today."

(End of this chapter)