Chapter 192 Baseball Game

Ford held the monitor in his hand and crushed it: "Will even my office be penetrated by the enemy? What does the Secrecy Bureau eat?!"

"Guard! Guard!" McHale was also pale with fear: "Where did everyone die?"

"Don't look for it. It's been such a long time. The person who placed the monitor must have left a long time ago. We are always one move away from chess! Fortunately, I found it in time. Ford sneered, "He doesn't seem to know the most important question. Come in, Mr. Orian!"

"What! Orian..." McHale's chin almost fell to the ground. Seeing the legendary man who was more horrible than Satan coming in, he was so scared that he quickly stood against the wall.

"Mr. Ford, I'm surprised to be invited by you, but I don't think you came to me for an autograph, do you?" Orion was bold at this time. Even standing in front of the President of the United States, he still sat on the sofa generously as he spoke.

Ford smiled and handed over a Texas cigar.

Orian is a master of poison, habitually sniffing...

"Let's talk about common interests. Do you know Pan Hongsheng?" Ford also sat down and tried his best to suppress his fear.

Orion's reputation is out of course notoriety!

He is not as low-key as the skeleton. In Europe, his name in the Americas is almost as shocking as the Black Death.

"Sir, I'll go out first if I don't have anything to do." McHale wiped his sweat and came out awkwardly, but he finally controlled that he didn't wet his pants.

"Common interests? Interesting..." Hearing the name of Pan Hongsheng, Orion's face showed an intriguing smile: "Do you have a conflict of interest with him?"

Ford didn't say anything. He was hesitating.

Although according to the information provided by the CIA, this Orian had a problem with Pan Hongsheng and others, who knows whether the news of those grandchildren is reliable?

Even your own office can be installed by others. What else can't happen?

"Do you think it's really just for me to drink coffee?" Orian felt a little funny when she saw the other party's virtue: This kind of goods also wants to talk about cooperation with me? What are the common interests?

He stood up calmly and sighed, "It seems that you and I have a different understanding of the word common interest, Mr. President... I'm in a good mood today, so I don't care about it, but please think about it next time and send an invitation!"

"Do you want to come to North America for development?" Ford suddenly said this when the other party was about to step out of the door.

Orion immediately stopped and smiled, "Which I will come or not? Does it have anything to do with you?"

After saying that, he went away, leaving Ford and the bare office.

McHale, who was eavesdropping outside the door, quickly flashed aside and walked in after the other party disappeared from sight: "Mr. President, this guy is too arrogant! You can't lead the wolf into the house!"

"Huh! I didn't expect Orian to be so difficult to control. It's a pity..." Ford took a cigarette fiercely to stabilize his mood. Although he didn't show timidity in front of people just now, his feet were soft after Orian left.

This man, known as the king of poison, really has a strong murderous look in his eyes.

"I have an idea, Mr. President... I don't know if you are interested." McHale had become a henchman wholeheartedly at this time. He said with a smile, "One of my nephews is a businessman and has a little influence in New Jersey. He said that he had been pulled over by the Skull Club..."

"Shh..." Ford immediately frowned and looked around and closed the door: "Do you know what you're talking about? Do you dare to think about that kind of organization?"

"But there's nothing we can do about it," McHale didn't give up. "Now we have no choice. You and I both know that except for Orian, only Miss Geis of the Skail Club has the strength to fight against Pan Hongsheng!"

Ford shook his head with one hand: "I've heard of Geiss. She and I are both alumni of MIT. That woman's EQ is very high, and she won't be enthusiastic about anything without interests. In school, I remember that she fell in love with a congressman and the son of the Rockefeller family, but those princes didn't. It was not fooled by her, and it became the most talked about by the University of Massachusetts.

As a junior, Ford had another encounter with his own Gess. Although he didn't have much contact with him, he was deeply impressed.

At that time, Guss was the school beauty of the school and the flower leader of the National Collegiate University League. It was not only about her outstanding appearance, but also her top social skills.

None of these prominent sons and brothers can get advantage of Gus's. On the contrary, they are stunned by her and played with applause.

Ford is very fingy when dealing with this kind of person.

Smart men never deal with smart women, because they know that it is a war doomed to be without victory.

Just as Ford was deliberately tying over allies to deal with Pan Hongsheng, Pan Hongsheng was watching a baseball game with his girls.

As an emerging project in the capital, baseball is relatively weak.

Unlike the vigorous development of baseball in South Korea and Japan, even a metropolis like Beijing in China has a good venue.

These audiences are basically the most enthusiastic baseball fans, and only these people are the only ones who take the opportunity to relax.

In the previous stage, Xu Shu was very uncomfortable with Pan Hongsheng's pace of life. He was always worried that he couldn't sleep and couldn't eat.

After this period of adaptation, she finally got used to this kind of life, but she was still uneasy when Pan Hongsheng didn't go home for a few days.

This time, when he came out to play with everyone, Xu Shu always wanted to stop talking and sat next to Pan Hongsheng silently.

Pan Hongsheng sat Su Ya and Xu Shu beside him, while Tang Jiajia and Su Xue sat in front, and Wang Xiaoling sat behind him.

This is the first time he has come out with so many girls. To be honest, it feels a little strange; it seems that he has eyes on the front and back.

This game is a second-tier league competition, but in Pan Hongsheng's opinion, he practiced for two days more easily than them.

Lazy games, lazy spectators, and even the referees on duty are weak.

Many people left halfway, and a large area of the stands was blank.

The two girl in front of them also shrugged their heads and ate melon seeds; they looked back from time to time.

Pan Hongsheng wondered whether he should take the girls out. He turned his head to test Wang Xiaoling's opinion with his eyes, but accidentally found a middle-aged man sitting next to him.

This man is very solid. His broad-mouthed face spread out on the ground is a Xizhimen Street, with a flattering smile on his face and talking: "Which team do you support? Are you a student?

Wang Xiaoling didn't pay attention to it at all. Although she was not deeply and simple in the world, she was still immune to this kind of obvious pick-up. I have been familiar with my sister for so long, and I don't have three points of skill and three points of color.

"Let's talk casually, little girl..." The man seemed to be a little annoyed. There were several laughing men around him. I guess they came together.

He was snolded by Wang Xiaoling in front of his friends. He seemed to feel that he had no face, so he raised his voice: "You look like a college student. Why are you so rude? Is this how your school teachers teach you?"

"Forget it. Let's go. It's not good to look at things in a boring environment." After saying that, Wang Xiaoling stood up directly and wanted to walk from the other side, but the man in red on the right stretched out his long legs to stop her way.

"What do you mean, what did you little hoof say?" The man was about to hold Wang Xiaoling: "Let me make a fool of myself in front of my friends. If you don't apologize to me today, you don't want to go!"

But his hand was held by Pan Hongsheng: "Friend, what are you playing with?"

"Oh, take someone..." The man flinched a little, but it was clear that Pan Hongsheng was just a person, and he was not tall and thin. He immediately said in a horizontal tone: "Dad, you should take good care of this sister. There is no politeness at all. It can't go on like this."

"This is not my sister, this is my girlfriend." Pan Hongsheng's eyes were like a sharp knife out of the sheath. The mole man was immediately stunned, and his friend behind him pulled him: "Forget it, it doesn't look like a good stubble."

"What!" But relying on his large number of people, the man was a little crazy and roared at his voice, "He's not a good stubble, am I? It's useless for anyone to talk about it today! I hurt my face, do you know?"

Pan Hongsheng smiled and his neck was slightly crooked: "The game is very boring. Do you want us to have a friendly match outside the court?"

"Hey, you're excited!" The man's voice was very loud: "What do you think! I don't bully you, I..."

He didn't say a word, and he had already eaten a punch in the stomach!

Everyone around was stunned, and no one could see Pan Hongsheng's movements clearly.

"Hey... I..." The man fell down and killed a pig: "It's killing! Hit someone! Help me! You are all dead!"

Before his friends could react, Pan Hongsheng had picked up the scaven and his feet were dozens of centimeters away from the ground.

This action made them soft all of a sudden and said kind words with a smiling face: "Big brother, brother... He is just this person. Don't be like him..."

"In front of the lady, keep your mouth clean!" Pan Hongsheng let go of his hand, and the man had slid to the ground like noodles.

An hour after Pan Hongsheng left, he completely recovered and scolded his buddy: "You usually pat your chest and say that you are awesome and dare to provoke anyone. Why are so many people still afraid of one person? Are you fucked by people?"

"Don't do this, buddy." His little-eyed friend whispered, "Don't you see that guy's power? It's obviously a practitioner! Not to mention the three of us, even if there are a few more, it will be uncertain! Dude, listen to me if you want to vent your anger..."