In the extraordinary world, I can only travel to the world of women

Chapter 73 Who is afraid of who!
Seeing Fang Xing being so arrogant, the faces of the old men suddenly became more and more ugly.

They can also be regarded as having been through the battlefield for a long time, how can they allow others to threaten them like this!
Not to mention bringing nuclear bombs here, even if all eight generations of their ancestors are tied before their eyes, according to their character, they will never be shaken in the slightest!

How could it be possible for a person who walked over in the rain of swords, fire, seas and hail of bullets to have the slightest fear and retreat!

One of the old men immediately stood up against the case, pointed at Fang Xing and was about to shout, "It's a big deal, you and I will die together."

But as soon as he stood up, another old man beside him pressed down again.

"You don't need to threaten us here first!"

"We have an important matter to discuss."

"Wait half an hour before you come in and talk."

Hearing that the comrades beside him flinched back at this moment, the face of the old man who stood up immediately turned red with anger!

But even he knew that his old friend was not a fool and would not suddenly say such a thing at this moment.

He could only suppress his anger, and Fang Xing, who watched him off, left with a few people.

As soon as the door of the conference room was closed, the old man went into a rage!

"What are you doing?"

"Have we ever been threatened by others!"

"Don't say that the nuclear bomb exploded here, even if the nuclear bomb is placed in front of my eyes, I will not be threatened and humiliated at all!"

"Nuclear bombs are not the only things he can do!"

"Have you been in too much contact with those people managed by the Ba head office, and your brain is not working well!"

The other old man who reached out to stop him looked normal.

They just handed over the purchase contract that Fang Xing had just placed on their desk.

"Look at the price they are asking."

The old man angrily knocked the handed over document away, and roared loudly:

"Fack! This is West Point Military Academy, we don't sell West Point Military Academy!"

The other old man was interrupted like this, but his face remained normal.

Slowly said:
"Their asking price is 2250 tons of gold, and there is a final payment of 2000 billion knives."

"…………"

"Wozefak?"

"And they didn't buy our lives, nor did they have any interest in the honor of our school, they just bought our land, school and name."

Say it.

Several old men glanced at each other.

They know what this means.

"That is to say..."

"That means we can sell the whole school to him as a package, and then use the money to build a better school. Of course, we can no longer call it this name."

"However, there are some additional details in this contract, which is to ask these people in the school to try their best to work for the boss."

"…………"

"If you are willing to work, the salary and treatment are exactly the same as those of Mr. Ba's main company."

"……………………"

"Sell it to them, the price is so high, it's not appropriate not to sell it to them."

"I think the price is a bit high, really."

"Do they like the school's equipment, or replace the school's old equipment and sell it to them, or I'm afraid they will be picky."

"I'll ask the boss later if he needs additional security personnel. Many of our students here are selected from the elite Marine Corps. There shouldn't be any major problems."

"Otherwise, let's discuss the location of the new school first. After all, so much money is enough for us to solve many problems."

Several old men began to discuss this matter calmly.

After half an hour.

The elders sat back in their seats, and began to communicate with the housekeepers with calm faces.

"We can close the contract, but there are some things that we need to negotiate in detail."

"Especially a lot of things in school are not measured in monetary terms."

"We need to discuss the time and plan the content, especially we can't force people here to work for you."

"After all, this is West Point Military Academy."

Fang Xing's face was calm, and there was nothing unusual in his expression.

"We don't care what's in the school. But we urgently need all the canteens in the school to belong to our company first."

"This is related to President Ba's order, and it is our top priority."

The old men glanced at each other, but no one understood what it meant.

After a complex negotiation.

Several old men signed the contract, covered their heads and left.

They don't know why the more they communicate, the more itchy their brains feel.

However, with the cooperation of the elders, the related matters were quickly arranged.

In the afternoon, the West Point Military Academy issued an announcement.

And the next morning.

A new sign was erected at the door.

【Bruflan—Western pastry training militarized management school】

Fang Xing knew very well what the boss wanted to buy this school for.

The purpose is to help the heroine Kill Matt to learn very good pastry skills.

and so.

This school wants to buy.

After all, this is the boss's order.

But you also need to know the true intentions of the overlord.

So you can't take a group of big men who can only chop onions to teach the heroine how to make pastry.

Then you need to do another thing yourself, which is to hurry up and conduct emergency training for the people here!
On-campus.

A group of people on the playground stood upright, each showing strong muscles.

And in front of them, there was a box.

"Starting today, forget everything before you!"

"This will be the beginning of a new step for you!"

A group of elites looked steady, but there was excitement in their eyes.

Could it be that there are some new inventions that make them some new professionals?
Like a drone operator, or a newly equipped pilot or something!
We must know that with the advancement of science and technology, there will always be new occupations born!

Didn't expect this opportunity to appear in his head?
"You need to open the box in front of you and get the uniform of your new identity from it!"

The elites all bent down and opened the thing in front of them as fast as they could.

then.

A group of people silently looked at the apron in their hands.

And the chef hat in the chest.

"Wolfack?!"

"What the hell are these!"

in the distance.

Fang Xing is discussing with the people around him whether he should buy a few good restaurants first and ask their chefs to come over first to help train the people here.

After all, President Ba's request is naturally to complete the appointment as soon as possible.

Although there were chefs here, they were not up to the standards of the world's top chefs.

And if you want to train new chefs, you have to wait until the day lily is cold!

"Well, after all, this place has been changed to Brufulan—Western pastry training militarized management school."

"Then we simply hire some top chefs with high salaries, and then call these top chefs to teach the overbearing woman, isn't it just killing two birds with one stone?"

"At that time, this place can slowly change into a real West Point Military Academy. Presumably, President Ba will not care about our expedient measures."

(End of this chapter)