Xu Xiangbei cald down and asked Shan Mingzhi, "Kid, what’s wrong with you? Why do you seem insane? Are you trying to commit suicide? Don’t drag into it."
Shan Mingzhi, still shaken, burst into tears, "Brother Xu, I don’t know, I just felt like I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I almost crashed."
Getting out of the car, Xu Xiangbei lit a cigarette and offered one to Shan Mingzhi.
After getting out of the car, Shan Mingzhi was so scared he almost collapsed to the ground, his hand that reached for the cigarette trembled so much, it took several tries for the lighter to ignite it.
Shan Mingzhi’s face was ashen, "Brother Xu, am I possessed? Did sothing take over ? What should I do, should I get a monk to resolve this?"
Xu Xiangbei exhaled a light puff of smoke, "This is a bit strange, if I’m not mistaken, you’re not possessed but bewitched, soone hypnotized you."
Despite being tall and fat, Shan Mingzhi cried like a child, "Who could be so vicious? I’m naturally kind and harmless, who wants dead? It’s too cruel."
At any other ti, Xu Xiangbei would certainly take the chance to tease Shan Mingzhi, this big guy crying like that, but thinking about the danger earlier, he felt a bit scared too, bitterly smiling, "That person didn’t want you dead, they wanted dead, they hypnotized you to kill , a murder by proxy, how ruthless."
At this mont, Xu Xiangbei’s phone rang with an unfamiliar number, "President Xu, President Xu, are you there?"
Xu Xiangbei recognized the voice, sharp and weak, the face of Wind Valley, pale like a vampire, appeared in his mind.
"Is it Mr. Feng? What’s the matter?"
After a mont of silence on the phone, Wind Valley said faintly, "I just wanted to ask about the deposit, in case sothing happens to you, and the anniversary celebration gets canceled, we can at least earn so travel expenses."
Xu Xiangbei laughed, "Mr. Feng, don’t worry, the company’s celebration is the day after tomorrow, it will start on ti, and nothing will happen to , I’m tough."
"That’s good, see you the day after tomorrow then."
Xu Xiangbei hung up the phone, his eyes turning sharp.
Seeing Xu Xiangbei’s bad mood after the call, Shan Mingzhi asked curiously, "Who was that on the phone?"
"It was Magician Wind Valley; he wanted a deposit, and I refused."
"Oh, is that so? Did he agree? He won’t refuse to perform for us because we didn’t give a deposit, right?"
Xu Xiangbei smiled mysteriously, "Of course not, that performance fee is considerable, I think he will co."
After hanging up, Wind Valley’s pale face contorted, and a terrifying red light appeared in his eyes, "That kid broke my hypnosis again, I thought I was quite sinister, but he’s even more so."
On the surface, Wind Chi’s smile was calm, but internally she was extrely shocked, yet she was certain that Brother’s hypnosis attack had failed again.
"Brother, what happened?"
Wind Valley gritted his teeth with hatred, "On tonight’s stage, I tried to hypnotize him twice to make him co on stage and cooperate with my performance, but failed both tis. Before they left, I hypnotized his assistant, that foolish-looking fat guy, it’s easier to hypnotize simple-minded people like that. I wanted that fat guy to kill him, but that failed too, who exactly is this Xu Xiangbei?"
Hearing that Xu Xiangbei was unhard, Wind Chi sighed in relief, reassuring Wind Valley, "He must not be an ordinary person, he killed all of our Sword Palace’s Earth Sea Branch mbers, could an ordinary person do that? Otherwise, the Palace Master wouldn’t have sent us."
"The Palace Master trusts us so much, promoting us to bronze-level assassins, I must complete the mission and not let him down. Sister, prepare well; the day after tomorrow, we must succeed and not fail again."
"Yes, Brother, I will be ready."
Soon, it was the twentieth anniversary celebration of Thunderbird Company, held in the company auditorium, with the special invitation of several major shareholders, directors, as well as business clients, and suppliers.
Huang Qinghai, also a shareholder of Thunderbird Company, arrived the earliest.
He was wearing a Versace yellow suit, a floral tie, holding a cigar, and was accompanied by a seductive, alluring third-tier starlet as he walked into the building.
As chairman and general manager, Xu Xiangbei personally greeted the VIPs at the door.
He couldn’t help but glance at the starlet’s tight skirt, her shapely hips, and her fair, jade-like long legs, as he warmly shook hands with Huang Qinghai, grinning, "President Huang, you seem to be in high spirits these days."
Huang Qinghai raised his eyebrows, delighted, chuckling, "I have to thank Dr. Xu for the Turtle Immortal Pill formula. It’s effective, I feel twenty years younger now, energetic when performing, hehe..."
Xu Xiangbei, of course, knew what Huang Qinghai was talking about, smiling ambiguously, "The Turtle Immortal Pill indeed works wonders, but President Huang, no matter how good it is, everything in moderation, or you’ll overdraw your health."
"Thank you, Dr. Xu, for the advice."
Lei Jiade and Shen Congru arrived together, both in suits, wearing glasses, looking dapper and scholarly.
Shen Congru adjusted his glasses, "I heard your quarterly revenue increased significantly, turning losses into profits, congratulations, don’t forget about the dividends at the end of the year."
Xu Xiangbei laughed dismissively, "You’re a reputable banker, with a vault of money at your disposal, and you’re still thinking about our dividends?"
Lei Jiade adjusted his glasses, explaining for Shen Congru, "Public opinion is powerful, dividends are a gesture. Regardless of how much you distribute, it shows the company is profitable, when everyone’s taking ho money, they’ll speak well of you, which is great for improving company image and boosting confidence."
Xu Xiangbei squinted his eyes, "Not only will I give dividends, but I’ll also give both of you a big red envelope. You two conned into becoming the company president, I must thank you properly."
Shen Congru detected Xu Xiangbei’s sarcasm, laughing, "Are you mocking us?"
Xu Xiangbei lightly patted his shoulder, "As expected of the young president of a bank and an Ivy League graduate, you guessed right, of course I’m mocking you."
Shen Congru protested unhappily, "You should thank us, without us pushing you, would you have beco Thunderbird’s president, enjoying today’s success?"
"You made lose my carefree and happy life, making fret over business matters all day, I will never be grateful to you, never."
Shen Congru and Lei Jiade protested together, being ushered into the elevator by Xu Xiangbei.
A bell-like laughter ca from the doorway, a fiery figure flashed into view, "President Xu, we’re here, may your business flourish."
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