"call"

Standing on the ring, he was silent for a while. After his mood calmed down, Fang Yuanshan did not look at the dead man and walked off the ring from the shedding guardrail in front.

"Ba...bha..."

After a while of silence, there was applause from the platform, and as the sound became louder and louder, everyone expressed their sincere admiration for Fang Yuanshan's amazing combat effectiveness and was not stingy with his praise. After he came up, someone else saluted him. No one cared about his previous rude tone.

After entering his viewing room, Fang Yuanshan greeted Cheng Minghui and others, and then left the place with Li Fugui. He had no time to accept others' praise now because there was still a "super gift package" waiting for him to share. He returned to the room and washed the blood stains on his body, changed into clean clothes, and then went to find Raman.

"Hi, Fang, you're here!"

As soon as he walked to Raman's room, the old man greeted him enthusiastically, and even poured him a glass of red wine and handed it to him.

As the saying goes, you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be careful. You just started such a big business with this old man. If he adds some ingredients to the wine when he sees money, it would be too unfair to die. However, he kindly brought him a glass of wine, and it seemed too disgraceful to not drink it. He sank all his mind into the wine glass in front of him, feeling that there is no danger, so he put the wine glass to his mouth with a smile on his face and took a sip.

"Haha, Fang, you are the only billionaire I have ever met in so many years who dares to sign a life-and-death bet. I have a drink for your courage and our cooperation."

“cheers”

Putting the wine glass on the table next to it, Fang Yuanshan smiled and said, "Mr. Raman, don't know..."

Seeing him looking at him with a burning look, Raman was stunned for a moment, and after he reacted, he hurriedly said, "Oh, look, I almost forgot!"

"Pai Pa"

After slapping his hands twice, the door was pushed open from outside. A man in black walked in with a laptop in his hand, gently placed it on the counter in front of them. After bowing and signaling, he turned around and left here.

“Wow, that’s a wonderful number.”

Looking at the long string of 0 on the screen, the old white man couldn't help but exclaim, then pushed the notebook in front of Fang Yuanshan, and said with a smile: "Fang, are you satisfied with this number?"

Fang Yuanshan, who was prepared in his heart, still showed a look of shock on his face after counting the end numbers on the screen. He raised his right hand and wiped it on the corner of his eyes. This subconscious action made Raman laugh, raised his hand and patted his shoulder gently and said, "Fang, money in this world is sometimes very difficult to make, but as long as you seize the opportunity, you will find that making money is actually a very simple thing."

"Haha, Mr. Raman's words are so incisive." After seeing the numbers on the screen, Fang Yuanshan, who couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"You can use this money with confidence, it is all clean. We will find a way to deal with the funds they bet on."

Fang Yuanshan rubbed his palms and laughed: "That..."

"Bang"

Raman gently patted his head and smiled and said, "Fang, look, I almost forgot the most important thing." As he said that, he dragged the notebook from Fang Yuanshan, and after operating it for a while, he asked Fang Yuanshan for UBS's bank account.

After a while, Raman turned his head and looked at him and said, "Look, just press this button gently and your assets will increase dramatically." As he said that, he glanced at the Enter key on the notebook.

"Haha, let me do it." Fang Yuanshan reached out and clicked on the Enter key.

As the fast forward bar flashed, the three black keys of Swiss banks on the web also rotated. With the "ding" sound, a row of English prompts for successful transfers popped up!

Under Raman's surprised gaze, Fang Yuanshan took out a small satellite phone from his "pocket", pressed a few keys and then called out. After the call was connected, he entered a long list of passwords, and the artificial voice on the opposite side began to sound.

"Hello, your Swiss bank account was transferred at 19:11 pm on March 27, 2010, and the account balance was $3.97488 million."

Hearing this number, the financial problem that has troubled him for a while has finally been solved, and he felt relieved. Then his face was like a blooming chrysanthemum and flowers, extremely brilliant.

"Come on, Mr. Raman, I wish you!"

After taking a few sips, Fang Yuanshan asked after he calmed down: "Why did that Lion King get into trouble on your cruise ship? Will it implicate you?"

"Fang, don't worry, his adjutant is here, he knows everything about it. Moreover, this matter was completed under the witness of so many people, and his subordinates have no reason to come to us."

Speaking of this, Ramand said, "But the underground power structure in South Africa is about to change. Recently, Mr. Fang is best not to go to South Africa. In addition, if you have goods to go to the Arabian Sea and the Gulf of Aden, it is best to wait."

"Yeah, I get it."

According to Raman, this "Lion King" controlled nearly 80% of the pirates in Somalia, and his men were able to conquer more than 3,000 soldiers. In addition to robbing passing merchant ships, mines in nearby Ethiopia and Kenya were often robbed by them.

This "Lion King" himself retired from the US special forces and later joined the killer organization. He knew a lot about the government's series of actions and many international attacks on them failed to work. Recently, due to the forced fleets of the US side driving to the Gulf of Aden, he had no choice but to run to a cruise ship to make money to maintain his huge expenses.

Now that this powerful character is dead, the "little ghosts" in Somalia will inevitably become crazy when no one is shocked. This is also the reason why Raman advised him not to go there recently.

Fang Yuanshan and the others were sharing the spoils here. At this time, in the private room above the cruise ship, Stewart Benon sat dejectedly on the chair, his face full of resentment, and cursed: "What a bullshit Lion King? He was beaten to death by a Chinese pig. I deserved to lose so much money..."

The other few people also had a painful expression, and the middle-aged woman began to curse.
Chapter completed!