A man wearing a dark trench coat sat in the corner of a cafe,
He wore dark sunglasses and had a pure Anglo face under his tall nose.
He drank coffee calmly, glancing at the yellow man opposite him from time to time.
"Brother Chen, it would be very unkind of you to offer 100 million for that thing.
You must know that that thing is not clean. This kind of shady thing needs us to help you clean it up before you can sell it. After all this time, what can we explain to our brothers?
We are also old friends. While we trust each other, we must also understand each other. Right?"
The man's eyes looked up at the other side, his pupils showing an elusive light.
"Jung, we have to deal with many things. I also trust you very much. But we have to discuss the matter.
This thing is different from those celadon and vases in the past. We risked our lives to take this thing out, and we spent at least this amount on it inside and out."
The Asian man opposite glanced at Jung, stretched out his hand and made the number six.
"In a word, do you want it? If you don't want it, we will find another buyer. There are many people contacting us, and one company even offered a reward of 110 million to buy it. If it weren't for the sake of 'Kuaishou'
For the sake of face, I'm going to sell it directly." The Asian man picked up the peaked cap next to him, glanced around, and looked like he was ready to leave if we couldn't reach an agreement.
"Jung, agree with him!" A deep voice suddenly came from the man's ear. Apparently he had a mini walkie-talkie in his ear.
"Old Chen, wait a minute. I'm going to the bathroom and I'll give you the confirmation letter." Jung immediately stabilized the Asian man opposite him.
The Asian man known as Lao Chen put on his cap and leaned back on the soft seat. He nodded towards Jung and said,
"Go ahead, I want to add 20 million more this time. You can discuss it with Kuaishou."
"You!" Jung suddenly lost his composure.
Lao Chen smiled, closed his eyes and began to rest.
in the bathroom,
"Boss, add another 20 million. This is too damn expensive." Jung lowered his voice. "This guy obviously didn't tell me the truth and wanted to kill us!"
"Promise him!!" The voice in Jung's ear became deeper and deeper. "He was right, someone was indeed contacting him about selling the goods. If it weren't for the fact that both parties had not had much contact, they were more cautious. Only then did we find him.
Got the chance.”
"Is there anyone else? That shouldn't be the case. I asked Lisa and Simpson to handle this matter. They shouldn't make any mistakes when dealing with ordinary people.
etc!"
Jung's voice paused,
"Could it be...?!!"
"That's right, the people competing with us this time are not ordinary people. They are also taking action over there." The voice on the other side of the conversation had a hint of helplessness. "Our news is still leaked. Jung, hurry up. This thing can be
It cannot fall into their hands again. It is important to us!!"
"Okay, boss. Don't worry, I'll ask Simpson to transfer the money immediately and send the things to you tonight." Jung immediately understood the priority of the matter.
"As soon as possible, remember to send a few more people."
"clear!"
After hanging up the phone, Jung hurried to his previous location.
Lao Chen opposite was still sitting there with the corners of his mouth raised.
"One hundred and twenty million. Deal." Jung's voice was low and he swept around the area. After noticing nothing unusual, he continued, "According to the old rules, I have to inspect the goods first."
"Okay, let Simpson go to his usual place, and I'll call the second brother right away."
Lao Chen took out his mobile phone. Even though his rich experience allowed him to control his emotional fluctuations well, he was still a little drifting at the moment.
This was a big deal, so big that he didn't need to risk his life for almost a year.
When I return to China this time, I must treat myself well first. First, I will buy myself a big villa, and then buy a latest BMW.
Yes, the most important thing is the newly married wife of the old Wang family next door, tsk.
Thinking of this, Lao Chen couldn't help drooling, and the corners of his raised mouth looked a bit evil.
Her steamed buns are really delicious, and the key is... they are silky (Quietly Mimi)
While Lao Chen was longing for the beautiful life that was about to come, the phone in his hand was not broadcasting.
"Huh?" Lao Chen frowned and subconsciously looked at the time behind him.
It’s 4:30 in the afternoon. It’s not time to have fun.
This kid...
Lao Chen changed another number and called Lao San.
Toot…
As the phone rang with blind tones, Lao Chen's muscles that had been rising gradually stiffened. He felt an inexplicable palpitation, like a fist clenching his heart.
Depressing, dull.
His expression changed completely. In their contact, there had never been a time when the phone rang and failed to get through after four rings!
unless!!
Jung opposite him also gradually frowned. This was not a situation he wanted to see.
beep!
Suddenly, the call was connected.
Lao Chen raised his eyebrows, and his stiff muscles prepared to relax.
But before Lao Chen could relax, a piercing gurgling sound suddenly appeared in his ears like a ghost. The terrifying sound was ethereal, as if a floating head was eating someone's finger.
What followed was a burst of miserable wailing, hoarse and hysterical, as if he was experiencing extremely horrific abuse and killing.
Hey hey hey~
…
The phone fell from the dull old Chen's hand. Jung stood up suddenly and stepped forward to catch the phone before it fell.
The crazy screams and horrifying gurgling sounds from the opposite side were endless, as if starting a single loop.
Even though Jung had excellent psychological quality, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. Just from the sound, he could imagine that the opposite side was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"If you want a box, come to me, hehehe~"
Toot toot!!
Jung hung up the phone with his backhand and stood there with a gloomy expression.
Under the sunglasses, a pale golden light shone in his pupils.
…
The Ritz Carlton Hotel,
Fu Nian stood quietly at the door of the hotel in a black suit, looking at the exact location Norma gave him on his phone.
Chu Zihang was wearing a thin black Burberry windbreaker and carrying a black tennis bag of the same style behind him. He was holding a mobile phone in one hand and sunglasses in the other as he stepped on the steps in front of the hotel and tried to step forward.
Fu Nian held the sunglasses with one hand and put the other hand on Chu Zihang's shoulder.
Stopping the opponent's attempts to move forward.
Chu Zihang turned to look at Fu Nian in confusion, but said nothing.
Fu Nian shook his head gently.
Returning his gaze to the previous flower bed,
Ten meters away, next to the artificial pool, the smell of summer has quietly arrived.