Mikheyevich and Miyakov felt increasingly pained. The meaning behind Lukav's words was obvious. They must give him an explanation today, otherwise everyone would not have a good time. When had they been treated like this by a businessman?
Threatened? I suddenly felt furious.
Mikhailovich couldn't help it the first time. He snorted coldly and said angrily: "Sergey Mikhailovich, you are toasting and not eating, but you are punished with a drink, right? I'm giving you face."
No, you’re just kicking your nose in the face, right?”
Lukaf didn't show any anger at all. Instead, he said with a smile: "Why, I'm not going to act anymore? Didn't I just act like one? Why don't you continue!"
Mikheyevich was even more angry. He slapped the table again and shouted: "Believe it or not, I will make it impossible for you to get out of this door today!"
As he shouted loudly, his bodyguards and Miyakov's men were at war with each other, as if they were going to tear Lukaf to pieces on the spot. But Lukaf was not bad either, and his bodyguards also had swords.
The gun is unsheathed and loaded, as if to say: "If you have the guts, try it!"
"You two! Calm down!"
Miyakov quickly jumped out to smooth things over, saying repeatedly: "Calm down, we are all friends, why is it like this? Even if we can't reach an agreement, we won't use knives or guns!"
As he spoke, he winked at Mikheyevich repeatedly: "Put down your swords and guns, don't hurt your harmony!"
After some persuasion from him, the situation eased slightly, but the bodyguards on both sides were still armed with weapons and would fight at any time if they disagreed.
"Mikhail, don't be so impulsive!" Mikhailov saw that the tense atmosphere was very disadvantageous for him, and pretended to scold Mikhailovich: "Even if we can't reach an agreement, we won't move."
If a sword or a gun is used, the transaction will not be amicable. At worst, everyone will go his own way, so why fight and kill!"
As he said that, he turned to Lukav and said: "Sergey Mikhainovich, don't get excited. It is true that you have given us a lot of benefits over the years, but we have not given you any less.
It’s convenient and mutually beneficial to everyone..."
"But since today's talk has come to this point, it's understandable that you feel angry that we're not doing anything for our money. Okay, at worst, I'll give you the money back, and everyone will break up from now on, but why bother with knives and guns? Isn't it possible for you?
Do you think you can go toe-to-toe with us with just these few guns in your hand? Or do you think that if you have the ability to kill us, we will still be safe?"
Lukaf's expression remained unchanged and he asked calmly: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Miyakov chuckled and said: "What I mean is very simple. Things can't be discussed, and the past friendship has been wiped out. It's no problem. We will refund the money that should be refunded, but there is no need to hurt your friendship today. After this meal
Let's each do our own thing during the meal. From now on, we will never owe each other any debts, but how about we don't have to fight bravely before we finish eating?"
At the end, he added: "This will make everyone's life easier and more decent!"
Lukav hasn't spoken yet, but Mikheyevich couldn't help it. How could he let Lukav go? Even if there was no case, he still wanted to go against Lukav's attitude when talking to him tonight.
Kill the opponent. And Miyakov actually wants to let the tiger go home. How can this be allowed?
Suddenly he said anxiously: "Absolutely not!"
However, Mikheyevich was immediately interrupted mercilessly by Miyakov, who winked and lectured: "Mikhail, why do we have to be so stiff in a fight between friends? Just listen to me!"
Mikheyevich had his house number all over his forehead, so he couldn't figure out what Miyakov wanted to do. But since Mikhailov accepted it in a big way, he didn't have the courage to fall out with Lukav right away.
, I had no choice but to sit back and watch Miyakov's performance.
In the meantime, Miyakov waved his hand to the servants and loudly ordered: "Serve the wine and the food. Today is our farewell drink, so we can get together and part ways to take care of each other!"
While they were talking, the servants who had been waiting for a long time began to push the carts to deliver traditional Russian delicacies. In particular, the head butler brought a bottle of French red wine that looked extraordinary.
I only heard Miyakov introduce it affectionately: "This is the treasure I brought back from the Mouton Winery in France. I originally planned to keep it to celebrate our happy cooperation. Who knew that God would not fulfill his wish, forget it... Come...
, pour it on!”
This bottle of red wine has a mellow body and fragrant smell. Even with your nose, you can tell that this is indeed a good wine. It is worth a lot of money. Mikheyevich is getting more and more confused. He can't figure out the Myakov flower.
How can such a huge amount of money be spent on singing?
After pouring the wine, Miyakov raised his glass without hesitation and said: "Let's drink this glass to the full. I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future!"
Mikheyevich raised his glass in confusion and stood up, but Lukaf was unmoved. He looked at the red wine in the glass motionless, as if in a daze.
This made Mikheyevich feel unhappy again, and he couldn't help but laughed: "What? Have you never seen such good wine!"
It was only then that Lukaf seemed to come back to his senses. He stood up slowly and said with a serious face: "The 1812 wine of Chateau Mouton is rare, but I will not drink this wine!
"
As soon as these words came out, Mikheyevich was furious. He put the wine glass on the table and said angrily: "Did you see that you are giving others face, but they don't appreciate it at all!"
Miyakov's expression was also very bad. He turned to Lukav with a dark face and asked: "What do you mean? You don't even give me any face!"
Lukaf was unmoved, and replied very calmly: "I really can't give you this face, otherwise, I doubt whether I will be able to see the sun tomorrow morning after drinking this glass of wine!"
In an instant, Miyakov's expression changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost. Mikheyevich was stunned at first, and then seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Miyakov in surprise.
Yes, there is poison in the wine, and it is highly poisonous!
Lukav's eyes flashed coldly and he said to Miyakov fiercely: "Can you hide this trick from me? Do you really think I haven't seen the trick in the third part? I have heard people say about Peter Ni.
Gulayevich is famous for being kind-faced and dark-hearted, and when I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation!"
Miyakov's expression suddenly turned even worse. It took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence through his teeth: "What do you mean? I entertained you with good intentions and tried my best to adjust the conflict, but I was framed.
You are going too far!"
"Too much?!"
Lukaf was also very angry at this time. He gently pushed the cup forward and sneered: "You dare to say that there is nothing wrong with my glass of wine? How about this? As long as you drink my glass of wine, I will
I will publicly apologize to you! And write off all previous matters, and never mention Daniel’s matter again!”