Skynet Architect

"What? There are our Chinese ancient buildings in Dubai? Their aesthetics should not be at the level of appreciating oriental culture?" The director said in surprise.

Si Fan smiled: "This house is the house of the second prince of Ajman in the future. He loved Chinese art when he was a student at Huaxia Capital University. Now he is entrusting our company to build an ancient mansion of the prince's level."

He just talked briefly, but the director's interest is quite strong. A good shooting location and an immersive shooting location will make a director burst out with more sparks of inspiration. Now he has a kind of excitement I feel how exciting it is to be able to participate in the shooting in a real palace.

In this regard, Si Fan can only calm him down quickly, otherwise this guy can go straight to Dubai with excitement to see the legendary palace and see his shooting scene.

Si Fan really didn't want to tell him that it was still a desert. Not a single bird feather.

So he simply changed the subject to other places. During the banquet, everyone was eating quietly. It's okay to chat and talk.

The mood is gradually not so angry. It seems that a meal can end so easily.

Half an hour later, when Si Fan and the others were ready to leave after drinking and eating, something happened.

Just when he and the others were about to leave after eating and paying the bill, a dozen people in uniforms rushed in from outside. They could be said to be fully armed. The baton in his hand was already ready to deal with them at any time.

"You guys come with us, and now I suspect that you are involved in financial fraud." Several people rushed over and wanted to take Si Fan and the others away.

Judging by their wolves and tigers, it is estimated that even if they were locked up for 24 hours, some of them would suffer.

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

"I'll call your director right away." The director picked up the phone while glaring at these people.

But who knew that the guy on the opposite side grabbed it directly.

"Stop dreaming, hurry up and follow us!" The man in the crowd grabbed the director. Press it and go outside. Several other people also came to arrest people.

Si Fan suddenly smiled when he saw these people looking like wolves and tigers.

This must be Diao Sanshan's good deed. Originally, I didn't want to have the same knowledge as this kind of person, but now that this is the case, Si Fan doesn't mind chasing and beating him hard.

With a sneer, he slapped a recently arrived ID in his wallet on the table.

"You should take a look at my documents and then make a decision. Let's see if Diao Sanshan can keep you?" Si Fan said coldly, without expression at all.

Several people were obviously taken aback.

"We don't care about your documents. You are the President of the United States, you are useless." One of the young men came over and wanted to grab Si Fan's clothes.

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

Everyone thinks that the t800 is so useless. Because the guy next to him hit his arm with an electric baton.

However, Si Fan still calmly picked up a cup of tea and sipped it steadily.

After taking a sip of hot tea, I feel a ray of heat.

And the baton in the air suddenly intersected with the arm of t800.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the electric baton was directly cut into two pieces.

The Terminator t800's hand didn't stop at all, as if the electric baton didn't exist. Grabbing the guy who wanted to tear off Si Fan's collar, he staggered half of his body and threw it away, and saw that the person had already flown out, and even flew out of the house for a distance of three or four meters.

Only then did people realize that there was such a man like an iron tower silently guarding Si Fan.

Gently sipping his tea, Si Fan pointed to the certificate.

"You'd better take a look at my documents before deciding whether to go on with your own way. I don't mind taking some money for medical expenses."

What he said was calm, and the guys broke into cold sweat, and quietly took half a step back.

Only the leader picked up the certificate and glanced at it.

Then I froze.

Special pass? What the hell is this? It's just such a certificate that the fake certificate is not believed to be handed over to him so seriously. ,

With some suspicion, he gently opened the document.

I saw a simple name and photo written on the certificate, and all kinds of codes below. Anyway, most people can't understand the above things.

But he can understand the stamped text on the right.

"This person is doing something beneficial to the country." He read it in a low voice, cold sweat dripping down his body.

He glanced at Si Fan with a pale face.

He has never seen this certificate, but it can be seen from the cumbersomeness of it that it is serious.

And there are actually stamps of major violent agencies and the military on it. At the back is the contact number of the highest violence agency.

This thing can be found out with just one phone call.

There are at least five signatures from the top bosses on it. The one at the top is the biggest boss in the country.

At this moment, he was about to burst into tears.

Not so intimidating. Just such a document, if it is fake. The kid on the other side is enough. And it is estimated that it will not be light, and if it is true, then it will be a big deal!

The monstrous disaster is right in front of you. Did you see what was written on it?

This person is doing what is good for the country.

In other words, even if he kills himself, it will be beneficial to the country. Maybe his death will be in vain, and he will still eliminate harm for the people.

Trembling, he sat down on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and his body was covered in sweat. The people on the spot were dumbfounded.

Don't talk about him. Even the great director is now in a state of confusion. Looking at Si Fan, he seemed to be sitting very calmly. Then I saw that the person who had just looked at the certificate had closed it and put it there respectfully. As if offering to a god.

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

The guy in the lead slumped on the ground and said in a low voice, "I'm going to go, I'm going to go!"

He barely stood up and crawled out trembling.

Si Fan glared at the people next to him coldly: "One counts as one, and Diao Sanshan will cost 500,000 each! I can't let you make this trip in vain, can you? If he doesn't pay, you can beat him, beat him!" Death counts on me."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand to signal the waiter next to him to pack his things, and he led the people out of the Xie's compound first.

Next, my younger sister still has to discuss the details of jewelry design with Ouyang Xiahua, and Song Yang will naturally clean up the production of TV dramas.

As for himself, he naturally wanted to go to Shanghai to find trouble for Diao Sanshan.