Skynet Architect

"What? There are our ancient buildings in China in Dubai? Their aesthetic values ​​should not have reached the level of appreciation of Eastern culture?" Said the director in surprise.

Si Fan smiled: "This house is the house of the second Prince Ajman in the future. He loved the art of Huaxia when we were studying at China Capital University, and is now entrusting our company to build a palace-level ancient house."

He just said briefly, but the director's interest is quite vigorous. A good shooting venue, an immersive shooting venue will make a director spark more inspiration. Now he has a kind of excitement. It feels so exciting to be able to participate in a real palace.

In this regard, Si Fan can only quickly extinguish the fire for him, otherwise the goods can now go straight to Dubai to see the legendary royal palace and see his shooting scene.

Si Fan really didn't want to tell him that there was still a desert there. No bird feathers.

So he simply shifted the topic to other places. Everyone was eating quietly during the dinner. Nothing to chat and talk.

Gradually, I was not so angry. It seems that a meal can end so easily.

Until half an hour later, when Sifan was about to leave with enough food and drink, something had happened.

As soon as they were ready to leave after finishing their meals and checking out, they suddenly rushed in from the outside with a dozen or so uniformed men. They were all armed. The baton in his hand was long ready to deal with them at any time.

"A few of you walked with us and now suspect that you are suspected of economic fraud." Several people rushed over and wanted to take Si Fan them.

Seeing this look like a wolf looks like a tiger, it is estimated that they were kept for 24 hours, and some of them suffered.

The director in the crowd suddenly stood up and glared at them.

"I'll call your director right now." The director glared at these people and picked up the phone.

But who knows the guy on the opposite side grabs it.

"Don't dream, just follow us!" The man in the crowd grabbed the director. Press and go out. Several other people also came and wanted to catch someone.

Si Fan suddenly smiled as he looked at these people like a wolf.

This must be a good thing for Diao Sanshan. Originally I didn't want to have general knowledge with such people, but now that this is the case, that Si Fan doesn't mind chasing after him.

He sneered and patted a credential from his wallet on the table.

"You still look at my credentials and then make a decision. See if Diao Sanshan can keep you?" Si Fan said coldly, without a slight expression.

Several people stared at each other.

"We're in charge of your credentials. You and the President of the United States are useless." One of the young men came over and wanted to grab Si Fan's clothes.

Who knew that t800 behind him suddenly took a step forward and waved his left hand casually.

Everyone thinks the t800 is so useless. Because the guy next to him slammed into his arm with an electric stick.

However, Si Fan was still holding up a cup of tea steadily.

Take a sip of hot tea and feel a stream of heat.

The batons in the air suddenly intersected with T800's arms.

"Pop!" With a crisp sound, I saw that the electric baton was directly cut into two pieces.

The hand of the Terminator t800 did not pause at all as if the electric baton did not exist. He grabbed the guy who wanted to tear Sifan ’s collar, staggered half of his body, and threw it away, and saw that the man had flew out, and even flew out of the house at a distance of three or four meters.

At this time people discovered that there was such a tower-like man who had been silently guarding Si Fan.

Gently took a sip of tea, Si Fan pointed at the document.

"You still have to look at my credentials before deciding whether to continue on your own. I don't mind taking a few medical bills."

The wind he said was light and light, and a few guys were already a cold sweat, and took a half step back silently.

Only the leader took the document and glanced at it slightly.

Then he froze.

Special Pass? What the **** is this? Such a credential that was unbelievable was actually given to him in such a deceptive manner. ,

With a little suspicion, he gently opened the document.

I saw that the name and photo were simply written on the certificate, and the following are all kinds of codes. Anyway, most people do n’t understand the above.

But he could understand the stenciled text on the right.

"This person is doing something good for the country." He whispered it out, and the cold sweat on his body came down.

He looked pale at Si Fan.

He hadn't seen this certificate, but it can be seen from the solemnity above.

There are actually stamps of major violent agencies and the military. The phone number of the highest violent agency was left behind.

This thing can be found by a phone call.

There are at least five top-level signatures on it. The top one is the country's biggest gangster.

At this moment his tears were coming down.

Not so scary. Just such a certificate, if it is false. The kid on the opposite side is enough to judge. And it will not be light, and if it is true, it will be a big deal!

The monstrous calamity is in sight. Did you see what was written above?

This person is doing something good for the country.

In other words, even if he killed himself, it would be beneficial to the country. He might die in vain if he died. At that time, he would still kill the people.

He trembled and sat on the ground with his buttocks, and his tears fell down with sweat on his body. People were stunned on the spot.

Don't talk about him ~ www.readwn.com ~ Even the great director is now confused. Seeing Si Fan sitting very calmly. Then he looked at the person who had just seen the document and closed it there and respectfully put it there. As if offering respect to God.

"Do you want to have a meal here before leaving?" A word seemed to remind these people.

The lead guy slumped on the ground and said, "I'll roll, I'll roll!"

He barely stood up, trembling and crawling out.

Si Fan glanced coldly at the people next to him: "One counts one and asks Diao Sanshan to go for half a million each! Can't let you run for nothing? If he doesn't give you money, you will hit him and hit I'm dead. "

After speaking, he waved to the waiter next to pack things, and he took the person and left the Xie family compound first.

Next, her younger sister still had to talk to Ouyang Xiahua about the details of jewelry design. Of course, in TV drama production, it was still Song Yang who rubbed his ass.

He himself, of course, had to go to Modu to find trouble for Diao Sanshan himself.