Marcos received professional fighting training, and was powerful and powerful. It was as easy as killing a chicken when dealing with ordinary people. This was the first time today when he met someone who could beat him up like a chicken.

Zhou Qingfeng's reaction and speed were too fast, and his strength was far beyond the impression he gave of his appearance. This made Marco's explosive attack fail to get any benefit.

The moment he was knocked down, Marcos felt like a huge rock was pressing on his chest, unable to breathe or move. He felt blood gushing out of his lungs, blocking his throat, and suffocating at any time.

Zhou Qingfeng reached out to pull the Slavs up, and the latter seemed to recover from his drowning near-death condition and gasped.

Hoho

After several consecutive heavy breathing sounds, Marco wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced at the young man in front of him with a strange look. The other party was shorter than him and had a good physique.

Judging from the few times when the rabbits just rose and fell, they had extremely strong ability to fight with bare hands, and they didn't need too many skills. They were enough to crush any opponent by speed and strength.

"Who are you?" Marcos did not believe that an ordinary person could defeat him so easily. The other party was not as simple as it seemed.

Zhou Qingfeng poured a glass of water from the water dispenser, flicked his finger and converted it into holy water, and handed it to Marcos, "It will be a little good for you if you drink it."

Marco sat down, took the cup and drank it dry. His severely painful jaw and his irritated lungs were relieved. "What did you give me?"

Half of the cup was left, Marcos raised his hand to try to check the light, and then lowered his head to smell it. He watched Zhou Qingfeng pick up water from the water dispenser with his own eyes, but the water was obviously a bit different.

No one can get a heavy punch on his chin and drink water to relieve it. But the young man in front of him did it.

"My name is Zhou Qingfeng, the president of 'Sheng Light Group'. The group has a lot of business and I have a wide range of interests. I recently wanted to develop a new business. But this business may not be so legal."

Zhou Qingfeng's body gestures, and Marcos understood it very well. "Sheng Light Entertainment" expanded very quickly within half a year, and its ability to grab the market was like a whale swallowing, and no company could compare with it.

"There are several companies under my management that have good performance, but I am a little short of staff. Especially some staff with special abilities."

Zhou Qingfeng was really distressed, and he needed to do many things himself. For example, he had to go there himself to deal with a group of pirated comics, which was really not like the ones in high positions.

"What does this have to do with me?" Marco asked back.

"I suddenly had a bear in the flock. Don't you find it strange? As the leader of the flock, I naturally have to investigate the origin of this bear." Zhou Qingfeng said.

Marcos made a self-deprecating voice in his thick chest.

"It seems that I really shouldn't have hid in a small crew that makes underground movies. Who knows there is a monster behind this crew? What do you want me to do?"

"Actually, you should tell me about this question. I'm in a good mood these days and am going to listen to your job application, maybe I won't kill you."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled jokingly, like a devil showing his sharp teeth.

Marcos was stunned for a while, and after a while, he realized that his crisis had not been resolved. It was obvious that he had gone to the wrong place. The new owner was not easy to fool.

"My name is Vasily.b. Polyakov, now called Marco. I was born in East Berlin and of Russian origin. I worked in Stasi for seven years and went to Moscow for training two years ago.

Russian, German, English, French, Spanish, I have a good language talent. Tracking, assassination, disguise, stealing secrets, all of them are fine. I can do it if an agent should do it."

Marco paused, but Zhou Qingfeng shook his head.

The former has to continue, "Maybe I can attract a group of outlaws, form a small organization or something, or do some black market transactions and smuggle some scarce goods."

But Zhou Qingfeng still shook his head.

“I can help you deal with some tricky things, meet people who shouldn’t be in touch with you. Collect or spread the news you need.

I know some special contact means can come in handy after all.”

Zhou Qingfeng nodded again with a smile and took back his mental pressure that was as bright as a thorn. He just needed someone to help him do some wet work.

Marco breathed a sigh of relief. A few seconds ago, a kind of terror of heart palpitations surrounded him, like a sharp dagger pushing his heart, and he could kill him at any time.

After the pressure was relieved, Marcos gasped again, looked at Zhou Qingfeng in confusion, and asked back: "What did you do to me just now?"

"Nothing." Zhou Qingfeng snapped his fingers gently, and Erin walked in from outside the room. The tree spirit maid had a thin page of paper and a knife in her hand.

The words on the pages were very strange, and Marcos didn't recognize them at all. He took the paper and the knife in confusion, looked at Erin, and then looked at Zhou Qingfeng.

"Drip your blood onto the page." Erin said with a smile.

"Why?" Marcos asked in confusion.

Erin's smile became even more charming, "You can do it, sign the contract."

The sound came into my ears, and Marcos's brain became chaotic. His always firm will actually softened, and he held a knife in his hand and slashed it gently at the tip of his finger.

The slight stinging pain made Marcos suddenly awake. He watched as blood drip from his fingertips and fell on the inexplicable page of paper. The blood stain spread, and soon the whole piece of paper was blood-colored.

When the pages are completely submerged with blood, all the strange words on the pages disappear.

Shocked

Marcos' heartbeat suddenly increased to 200, and it was like a drum sound. He looked at Zhou Qingfeng again, and his eyes were already extremely scared, as if there was a real high-level demon sitting in front of him.

"From now on, you are the overseas director of 'Sacred Light Technology'. Although you are the only one in this department at present, remember to come to work in the company tomorrow. Computer terminal::/

I will arrange someone to help you get some documents, and you will need to go to mainland China."

After saying that, Zhou Qingfeng got up and walked out of the small and dilapidated house rented by Marco.

Marco asked loudly afterwards: "What does overseas mean? What do you want me for?"

"Explore overseas markets. For example, sell our cultural products all over the world. I suggest you learn about the business of "Sheng Light" and make money for the company to make money.

The company is likely to develop European markets, especially in Russia. I need you to go and run through relationships, contact some old friends, and make some preparations."

Zhou Qingfeng's voice quickly disappeared in the stairwell outside the door.

Erin took a step back and left a business card for Marcos, "The new director, I am Erin, this is my phone number. If you need anything, please contact me.

The company's office building in Causeway Bay will leave you an office. In addition, you'd better not think about running away, otherwise it's a bad heart for you."

The tree spirit maid smiled and turned around and left. Only Marcos was left in the room.

Walking outside the dilapidated apartment building, there are crowds of people on the messy HK streets. The bustling international harbor also has dark places, and the poor are not as comfortable as dogs.

Zhou Qingfeng looked up, and the disorderly shop billboards covered his eyes. Erin asked in a low voice: "Master, can this down-and-out guy help us?"

"There is no way. What we want is really not something we can buy casually. The only opportunity we have at present is Russia in the north.
Chapter completed!