I really don't want to fight with gods

It's really shit.

Recalling that it was posted by the mobs in Los Angeles more than three months ago, it should be for this purpose.

It doesn't matter whether those idle brothers know the real reason, that damn black-robed girl must know.

They have been adjusting the plan randomly, the purpose is to finally drag Jing Xiaoqiang here.

Millions or tens of millions of dollars may no longer be able to lure Jing Xiaoqiang, so he can do what he likes and use the football club, and even herself, as bargaining chips to achieve this goal.

Well, who could be so perfect to attract everyone to this huge stadium to catch the turtle?
Only the World Superstar Concert, Jing Xiaoqiang acted as the most perfect magnet in this whole plan, guaranteed to gather all the famous people here and catch them all.

No matter how powerful a person is, if he is cut off from the outside world by this stadium, he will become a bird in a cage, with no power to fight back.

Clever plan, clever plan!

It takes almost no effort to minimize the difficulty of changes.

Then Jing Xiaoqiang will be tied to this historical event forever, if he can escape safely.

Otherwise, the famous people who died in it...

At this time, we can only hope that this matter will at least consider the international influence.

But when such a big event like a torrent of history changes, everything is in a single thought.

You are afraid of being stunned, and you are afraid of dying. For people who have never seen the world at all, what kind of international influence can they talk about.

If it is only defined as changes between tribes, then you don't care about any binding force at all. People who only have this royal status in their eyes only think that if they win this place, everything will be done by Tianluo Daxian, so don't even try to block the way forward with any life. .

This is the thought that flashed through Jing Xiaoqiang's mind as he continued to sing.

He just wants everyone to treat him as a singing machine in the corner, alas, just don't accidentally injure the machine if you fight and kill.

I already have such a professional ethics, if you do big things, you should also follow some rules, okay?

I really don't want to get involved in scenes like yours where gods fight.

The big deal is that I don’t want this money anymore, alas, people make money and birds die for food, a famous saying through the ages!
I was really attracted by the prospect of a football club worth a billion pounds.

Lesson, lesson.

Soon, the entire stadium was sealed off. Under the sound of singing, there might have been a commotion, but it didn't turn up. Many people in the stands, as well as people in the infield, looked at the person in the center of the front row. The gray old man sat there motionless, and finally sat down.

On the way, Jing Xiaoqiang finished singing the song, and originally planned to call it a day and find a safer room to wait, but the black-robed girl at the backstage still hid by the curtain and whispered: "Please continue to sing, please keep like this..."

There is no successful style of bossing around at all. There are no staff in the entire backstage. They are all song and dance troupes and their own technical logistics team, and there are no armed figures.

Jing Xiaoqiang had no choice but to look at Hei Zai and the others helplessly, and returned to the stage to continue singing, one by one like singing karaoke.

I don't know if it was instigated by the black-robed girl, the singing and dancing team also came on stage one after another to ensure that the performance of the entire stage continued.

A few hours later, Jing Xiaoqiang was able to stand in front of the purple robe. The biggest difference was, of course, that the veil had been taken off, and the matriarch was full of the attitude of a superior person, discussing in English softly: " Finally, Mr. Robert will accompany Mr. Amir to London to jointly announce the successful acquisition of the Premier League club. As a thank you, we will transfer another 50.00% of the club’s shares to your name, and the rest will be Mr. Amir’s little hobby in London. ,OK?"

That's more than 70.00% of the shares, ah bah, when is this, and I'm still calculating this profit.

Diaosi Jing wanted to slap herself on the face, the meat was on the chopping board, and she could still say no, but Jing Xiaoqiang really didn't want to be buried with her: "I don't want to fly..."

In case this side is vacated
Whoosh, the hand slips and flies, and if you hit something by mistake, it will be gone.

The purple robe is gentle but undeniably firm: "It is not safe to leave by any ground method. There are countless people who may want to take advantage of Mr. Amir. The business jet has been transferred to Mr. Robert's name. The behavior violated the international aviation law, which is much safer than the ground, and Mosea will always be with you, we will always be a family, I believe we will make this place the best."

Oops, I got another 747...Jing Xiaoqiang found out sadly that he really only has a heart for nothing, and now he secretly rejoiced at this little profit.

Alas, it's really not because of 747, there is no way at this time, right?

The most important thing is that Jing Xiaoqiang has indeed seen a change. At least since he walked out of this stadium VIP room, all the women he saw, including the maids, have taken off their veils, even though many of them are still very unaccustomed to exerting force. He lowered his head, wishing he could shrink his neck into the robe, but he could no longer see the veil as far as his eyes could see.

Let's go, everyone go together, go immediately, leaving two Japanese technical engineers to promise to dismantle the Juotron super-large screen, and finish all the audio equipment and other matters by the way, and everyone else will go.

God knows if they will fight over and over again, this time Jing Xiaoqiang really realized that ordinary people are like duckweed in the chaos of war.

People may also hope that he will quickly take away the biggest scourge. He has already brought everyone's luggage from the hotel and sent it directly to the airport.

Jing Xiaoqiang, at this level of immortal fighting, can play a little tricky and let everyone board his original 727 passenger plane.

Later generations have seen so many "crashes" of passenger planes, and he understands that in the face of great gods, it is useless to influence the nationalities of various countries. Well, it is really the saying "It doesn't take a thousand lives to be ignored, but once it is useful , half life is more expensive than the sky."

So to avoid irrelevant people being involved, Jing Xiaoqiang was lucky again that he didn't bring those little ones with him.

But Hei Zi shook his head after listening to the arrangement: "I'll be with you, even if you have more hands around you." The other three also silently stood beside Hei Zai, and Lu Kunlun even smiled and followed closely with his notebook.

Jing Xiaoqiang seemed to have seen those partners who gave up the survival passage to fathers, daughters and children when the West City Theater was full of flames, and patted them on the shoulder with a smile: "Okay, I am also cautious, in fact, I am cautious all the way. Fall into the pit."

Hei Zai quickly smiled and pointed to the London bank check in Jing Xiaoqiang's hand: "It's settled, it's settled, no loss, no loss."

Because I sang for an extra hour, I was given an extra 300 million dollars.

To be honest, as long as it lands safely, the benefit of this journey is that the needle will not be poked...

Jing Xiaoqiang also revealed that the Boeing 747 with the royal family in front of him can be regarded as a gift, and it will become the main force of our company's tour in the future.

The Gulfstream business jet that Nakamori bought was considered small even among small private jets. With 12 seats, there could be no more than 20 people in the cabin. The cabin was very crowded, not to mention overweight.

Migao's plane is a standard 30-[-]-passenger business jet, with a semi-open bedroom, which is about the same size as an ordinary bus and RV.

Later, the 727 aircraft that Brother Tang transferred was a [-]-seater mainline flight model. After refitting, there are two upper and lower floors. There is a separate bedroom upstairs. Sixty or seventy guests of honor can easily be accommodated. cabin.

This is what Mi Gao wants to buy, at least his concert team and equipment can be taken away at once.

But compared with the Boeing 747, a world-renowned transcontinental large passenger aircraft, it is nothing.

It is said that in a certain evacuation operation, an ordinary 747 was loaded with 1200 people!
But a group of losers boarded this local tyrant 747, only to find that poverty really limits their imagination.

Including Jing Xiaoqiang, who has been considered a billionaire since a year or two ago, but he has never really consumed the class that local tyrants face.

Walking into the cabin along the gangway, the white captain is a little tight with the maid stewardess who is still wearing a veil
Zhang looked at them, and even more at Mosea, who had been following them with her head down, the girl in a purple robe who had taken off her veil, and followed silently all the way without bumping into anything.

But at this time, whether she raised her head or not may have a different meaning.

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't dare to put on the boss's airs, shook hands with the captain and expressed with his eyes that I am so fucking, but I leave my life to you, the captain quickly gestured to the inside of the cabin with his eyes.

There is no big scene, just an old man sitting in the spacious living room.

It's really a huge standard living room.

When you log in from the front of the machine, there are all exquisite thick velvet carpets, two rows of luxurious solid wood beige leather sofas with gold trim at both ends, and two three-person leather sofas on one side in the middle, thus forming a living room with more than ten seats. On one side, there are rows of neat curtain decorations that can no longer be seen as portholes. The walls are either soft leather or bright high-grade wood surfaces. There is even a set of projection walls. On the wide and thick stone coffee table in the middle, flowers and fruits Dim sum is no different from the welcoming scene of any wealthy family.

Even the ceiling is a beautiful ring chandelier, don't you need to consider the impact of airflow bumps?

Jing Xiaoqiang held back the desire to play and explore, and watched Heizai and the others enviously pass through the living room, pretending to be calm, and go to the back from the side passage under the guidance of the stewardess.

He had no choice but to sit down diagonally across the mountain and face the grizzled old man with a fat stomach.

I never thought that Mosea would follow silently and sit beside Jing Xiaoqiang with her head lowered. This time, she was leaning her body like never before. Even though she was still sitting in a very dignified posture, her sides were all tightly against Jing Xiaoqiang, making Jing Xiaoqiang Still feeling a little uncontrollable trembling.

She is still nervous.

It is also a witness of such historical events.

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't look at her, but tried his best to look at the old man across the way with a respectful expression, and even squeezed out a little smile, quietly catching those happy guys with his ears to suppress their exclamation, there should be no five hundred swordsmen hiding behind them.

Don't you guys know to go downstairs to the cargo hold and check again, guilty conscience.

The old man also looked at him, and looked at Jing Xiaoqiang calmly. After a while, he heard the roar of the plane getting louder, as if it was taxiing, and then he spoke in a low voice...

Of course it was a language that Jing Xiaoqiang couldn't understand.

The little translator beside him said softly: "You have won."

Jing Xiaoqiang turned pale with shock, what you guys, I didn't, I didn't!
Familiarity is familiarity, and you can be sued for libel if you talk nonsense!
But Jing Xiaoqiang seemed to vaguely understand that he had nothing to do with this matter.

In other words, I just acted as the external relations manager of this series of changes.

Miserable...