Chapter 735

Looking at Zhou Jinwei's anxious eyes, Dong Wenfeng hesitated and said everything in detail.

After listening to Dong Wenfeng's narration, Zhou Jinwei breathed a sigh of relief: "thanks to Mr. Dong, those hell messengers don't seem to dare to be rampant."

But on second thought, Zhou Jinwei had a happy look on his face: "the f-storey building mentioned by Mr. Dong was once sealed. I heard that there were people eating monsters in it. I didn't expect that Mr. Dong would get rid of it today. If the top management of the exhibition knew about this, I don't know how to reward Mr. Dong."

Dong Wenfeng waved his hand: "don't say I did this."

Now Dong Wenfeng is really not in the mood to do this.

Zhou Jinwei also saw that Dong Wenfeng was not in a good mood, so he decided not to make an article on this matter. He smiled and regarded it as a promise to Dong Wenfeng.

Dong Wenfeng smiled bitterly. Then he wanted to think of something. He squatted on the ground and picked up the fallen wood.

At this time, the wood, where there is a little color, is like a black fire stick, ordinary.

"This is the magic weapon Mr. Dong got on the f floor?"

Zhou Jinwei said subconsciously. His eyes looked straight at the stick in Dong Wenfeng's hand.

Just now I heard Dong Wenfeng say that he killed those hell messengers with this wood. Zhou Jinwei's heart naturally classified this wooden stick into the category of magic weapon.

"Yes, but it's not a magic weapon." Dong Wenfeng squinted and saw Zhou Jinwei's blazing and hot eyes, and quickly explained to prevent Zhou Jinwei from coveting the stick.

Although Dong Wenfeng can't use this stick now and may not use it in the future, Dong Wenfeng still doesn't want to give it to others easily.

After all, the memory fragments that came up from the depths of his heart when he first urged the stick almost distracted Dong Wenfeng. If the three color soul beads had not helped him, Dong Wenfeng might have been buried in the mouth of the monster.

Thinking of the three color soul beads, Dong Wenfeng's heart was gloomy again.

After a pause, Dong Wenfeng smiled and said, "this wooden stick has failed."

Seeing Zhou Jinwei's dubious appearance, Dong Wenfeng smiled bitterly: "just now in the battle, you were damaged by those hell messengers. Don't make up your mind."

Seeing Dong Wenfeng's serious expression, Zhou Jinwei pressed down his desire and hope and said with a smile: "I am also a low-level martial artist."

Dong Wenfeng smiled. He understood the meaning of Zhou Jinwei's words, but then he thought that he was no longer a martial artist, and his heart suddenly became sad again.

Zhou Jinwei didn't notice Dong Wenfeng's expression. Like thinking of something, he patted his head, then took out his pager and began to deal with things: he called someone to pick up things on the spot, and then arranged a broadcast to appease the people in Youguang.

After all, the impact of the exhibition explosion can be large or small. If it is not handled properly, not to mention that Zhou Jinwei's furniture can't be sold this time, even Zhou Jinwei's company's reputation will be greatly affected.

Dong Wenfeng didn't speak. He looked at Zhou Jinwei on the phone to deal with things, but he stood aside, sometimes looking at the sky and sometimes looking at the stick in his hand. His face was unwilling. But whenever he saw the crowd around him, his heart calmed down again, as if he had injected a tranquilizer.

After repeated several times, Dong Wenfeng finally took a deep breath and swept away the decadence in his eyes.

At this time, the radio in the exhibition also rang.

"Dear visitors, the fireworks just set off in the exhibition caused everyone's panic and made everyone mistakenly think that there was an explosion. For this, we are deeply sorry. In order to make up for everyone, the furniture dealer boss of the exhibition personally paid out his pocket and invited each tourist to his furniture booth for a lucky draw. Everyone has a prize and will get a red envelope."

The radio was broadcast twice again. The exhibition visitors gradually settled down. As soon as they heard that there were red envelopes to take, they swarmed into the furniture exhibition venue.

After hearing the broadcast, Dong Wenfeng admired Zhou Jinwei. He openly described an accidental explosion as a surprise for tourists. Only Zhou Jinwei could do it.

However, this move was indeed useful. Dong Wenfeng soon found that there were fewer and fewer people in the exhibition. Once they changed their previous aimless wandering, they all poured into a channel.

"Is that your furniture over there?"

Dong Wenfeng looked at Zhou Jinwei, who had just finished calling and handling things, and was walking towards him.

Zhou Jinwei glanced in the direction pointed by Dong Wenfeng, then smiled and said, "give me some small profits, and give me both grace and power."

Dong Wenfeng smiled and looked at Zhou Jinwei with deep meaning: "things should be done for you. Don't you need me to do anything?"

"The hell messenger's business is done, but I don't know if there will be other dangers."

"Then I'll continue patrolling." Dong Wenfeng said to Zhou Jinwei with a stick and began to walk around in the crowd.

Zhou Jinwei didn't say anything, but when he looked at Dong Wenfeng's back disappearing into the crowd, he said to himself, "it's strange that I can't feel the spiritual power on him."

But on second thought, maybe Dong Wenfeng consciously restrained his breath.

He made a random assumption. Zhou Jinwei thought it seemed so, so he didn't continue to think about it. He shook his head. Zhou Jinwei also walked towards the crowd. He wanted to see how his own conference hall worked.

At this time, Dong Wenfeng in the crowd deeply felt a strange feeling.

In the past, Dong Wenfeng, relying on the spiritual power of the three color soul beads, could easily feel the gap between the people around him and himself, but now Dong Wenfeng not only can't feel the gap between them, but also has some difficulties in breathing.

"Is this the sequela of losing spiritual power?"

Dong Wenfeng reluctantly thought that he didn't notice that several security guards were behind him with a ghost like expression.

"Didn't he go to the f floor?"

"How did you meet him here?"

"Do you need to inform captain Li?"

“……”

These security guards are no one else. They were ordered by Li Zhixian to track Dong Wenfeng.

However, after Dong Wenfeng entered the f floor, they thought that Dong Wenfeng would die. As a result, when I saw Dong Wenfeng again, the other party actually walked in front of them. How can I not surprise them.

After thinking for a while, the young security guard dialed the pager and gave it to Li Zhixian. His name is Niu Hongwei, and he has a close relationship with Li Zhixian. Therefore, reporting on Dong Wenfeng's position now also means a little to please Li Zhixian.