Urban: I Am God

Chapter 182 Who Is This?

Don't care about Fermondo's anger, but no one can stop the current situation. Well, think about some men who are willing to go to prison for several years for those few minutes of pleasure. You know, the hormones Sometimes, it really doesn't matter.

People are like this, let alone animals? Even a thoroughbred horse, to put it bluntly, is a horse, no different from a Mongolian horse, and its brain capacity is not much larger.

So, facing such a fresh personality, Fairmont had no other choice but to be angry, "You... you are responsible for the racetrack, you have to pay compensation!" Fairmont almost went crazy, even though it was Ma himself was frightened, but anyway, if he really wanted trouble, he could still find it.

Ed nodded bluntly and said: "Sorry, Mr. Fairmont, it is indeed our responsibility. We will be responsible for anything that happens. If you want, we can buy these thoroughbred horses at the market price."

Fairmont's chest suffocated, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, fu@ck! Ed and the others are an official organization, and an official organization like this is very poor, the annual government allocation is not much, to buy a thoroughbred horse? The fuck is usually wishing that the money would be split in half to spend, but now he just opened his mouth and just bought it?

Do you think I'm a fool? I don't know if Hu Fei gave you the money?

The problem is, he has no evidence, and it's useless if he has evidence. It's none of your business to donate money to any organization?

Fairmont felt he couldn't get out of his breath, because the thoroughbreds he usually liked so much were either being picked up by some Mongolian horses, or they were being mounted by some Mongolian horses... It was almost as if It's someone in front of him, so it's like his goddess.

"Okay! You are fine!" Fairmont couldn't even say a word, just dropped a few words, turned around and got into the car. When he got into the car, he was so angry that his body trembled a little. Fairmont was in Italy. He can be regarded as a person with status, when has he been so disgusted by others?

"Mr. Fairmont, don't leave. I sincerely ask for advice on the connection between horse racing, aristocratic temperament and art." Hu Fei said loudly behind him.

Fairmont didn't seem to hear it, and quickly closed the door, and then the car started directly, turned around and drove towards the outside of the racetrack from another direction.

"Mr. Ed, don't worry, I will give you a lot of money." Hu Fei looked at the back of the car and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Hu, for your strong support for the horse racing industry. Although you are not Italian, you love this project more than an orthodox Italian. Although horse racing originated in Italy, it is now lonely in Italy. I think Mr. Hu just talked to you. What Fairmont said, if you don't understand his tone, you can name a horse race." Ed, who was standing by the side, looked at Hu Fei and said tentatively.

"Oh?" Hu Fei's eyes lit up, "How to say?"

"There is a horse racing event in Europe, which is equivalent to the European Cup in the football world. It will be named every year, and after the naming, it will receive publicity throughout Europe. Mr. Fairmont is in the media industry. He has Italy's largest His TV station, and Italy is the host country of this horse race this year, so his TV station must promote it." Ed said seriously.

"Mr. Ed, I think the facilities of your racecourse still need to be improved, and I will give you an additional donation of five million euros." Hu Fei almost laughed wildly, and he immediately said in a serious manner, who the hell will tell me in the future Foreigners are straight, I just throw a stinky sock over.

Yang Yiqing, who was standing beside her, was a little speechless, why is this foreigner so listless now?

"Mr. Hu, you are too polite. You are welcome to come here often, Mr. Hu." A smile appeared on Ed's face immediately.

Looking at these inside the racetrack,

Hu Fei is very satisfied, Nima, tell me about the aristocratic temperament? I will tell you what aristocratic temperament is from today.

After leaving the racetrack, Hu Fei immediately said, "Contact the organizer of this horse race, we will participate in the naming rights competition."

"Yes, young master." Yang Yiqing could only helplessly agree, what else could she say? Hu Fei didn't want to do anything he wanted to do.

Rather than talking about these, it is better to simply do it directly.

Fairmont, who left, sat in the car and became more and more angry. He took out his mobile phone and made a call, and the other end quickly answered the phone, "It's me, what we discussed before, you guys How are you thinking? If you don’t agree, there is no need to contact us, and I will not let a Chinese be arrogant on Italian soil.”

"Okay, then it's settled, wait for your good news, and launch it in two days." Fairmont waited for the other party to say something, and then said firmly.

After hanging up the phone, Fairmont sneered twice, Chinese boy, you have to pay for everything you did today, and when the time comes, you should obediently get the hell out of Italy.

Of course Hu Fei didn't know about this, he went back to the hotel and stayed for one night, he was still waiting for Yang Yiqing to contact him with the organizer of the horse race.

After eight o'clock in the morning of the next day, Hu Fei, who had finished training, hadn't gone out today, but when he was thinking about how to contact the organizer of the horse race, Yang Zhengpeng and Holman followed behind them with two well-dressed people , the middle-aged man who took the lead was probably in his fifties, a little over 1.8 meters tall, but his weight was estimated to be over 200.

The middle-aged man beside him was thinner. Seeing these people coming, Hu Fei was a little surprised. Hu Fei didn't know these people, but they were definitely not the organizer of the horse race.

"What's going on?" Hu Fei asked.

"Sir, this is Mr. Ross Walker, the labor union leader of Tianma Group, and this is Mr. Adori." Holman said.

"Union?" Hu Fei raised his eyebrows, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling somewhat in his heart that it must be a bad thing for these people to come here.

"Yes, Mr. Hu Fei, hello, I am Ross Walker, the head of the Tianma Group's labor union. I am now on behalf of the Tianma Group's labor union to inform you that our labor union has been authorized by the Tianma Group workers. Now there are more than 3,000 Tianma Group labor unions Members, including 1,600 front-line production workers of Tianma Group, and more than 1,500 related employees at the headquarters.”

"We are asking you for a raise. Now the benefits of these workers are not enough to match their value, so we are asking on behalf of the union. We want to give these workers a 70% pay increase and reduce their working hours by 5 hours a week. The annual paid vacation will be increased by ten days." The fat man said with a smile.

"Strike?" Hu Fei's expression became strange.

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