Chapter six hundred and fortieth Siquan: The fool sent to the door?
So Gin, who was on a mission, and Moscato, who was talking sweetly among the women for free, both received news from Brandy.
"Excuse me." The man with tanned skin, unscrupulously wearing a deep V shirt, exposing his tanned chest and abdominal muscles, chuckled and kissed the back of the girl's hand, Shi Shiran stood up and left.
The girl who was kissed on the back of her hand was obviously her first time in such a place, and her face instantly turned red.
Finally, I cautiously ordered three more bottles of wine.
But he never waited for the other party to come back.
Instead, a new Cowherd sat next to her.
"Sorry, the boss seems to have left early. If you don't mind, can I accompany you next?" the new Cowherd said with doting eyes.
"Okay...okay." The girl suppressed her blush and said.
So many handsome guys serving...
This store...
It’s simply heaven——!
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Moscato, who had never returned, had already changed his clothes, dressed himself up like a frustrated man who had encountered difficulties in his career, and got into Gin's car.
"Why did the young master suddenly think of asking us to...borrow money?" Moscato asked as he got into the car naturally.
"Isn't that what the kid is like? He just comes up with whatever he thinks." Gin replied with a sneer.
"Don't say that, especially in front of me." The man with curly black hair and bronze skin slightly narrowed his honey-colored eyes, showing a look that was different from most members of the organization.
The look of a person in power.
"The young master is still very reliable," said the godfather of the Italian Mafia.
"Ha." Gin's voice was cold.
Too lazy to say anything to this lackey.
Anyway, in the eyes of those lackeys, everything about Kaa is perfect.
"Is this right here?" Siquan looked at the hotel in front of him.
He straightened his appearance in the rearview mirror of the car, trying to make himself look more pitiful and miserable, making sure that the mask on his face fit properly and that his facial features were not distorted.
Then he got out of the car.
"You two, do you want to stand next to each other? I'm going to take him to see the car later." Moscato asked.
Gin got out of the car without saying a word.
Vodka watched the other person get out of the car and quickly followed suit.
"There's no need to pull out the key. It might still be useful after a while," Moscato reminded with a smile.
"I went to borrow money from a good person." He waved his hand and walked towards the hotel.
"Hello, do you have a reservation for accommodation or dining?" the waiter standing at the door asked.
"No, I'm here to see your president." said the man with natural curly black hair, dark complexion, and unremarkable facial features, wearing a rigid, expensive but wrinkled suit.
"You're looking for our president? What do you want?" The waiter was a little confused.
"I heard that... your president is willing to lend money to some people in difficulty at a low price... All he needs is Yongche as a guarantee..." The man who looked very depressed pulled at his wrinkled suit with an embarrassed expression.
"I happen to have one here..." pointing to the antique Porsche parked outside the driveway.
"The Porsche 356a is indeed a rare antique car..." The waiter looked at it and nodded.
"Sit here first." He led the man to sit aside.
"Wait a moment, I'm going to inform our president." He jogged away.
After all, it is well known that the president likes these antique sports cars.
I think he would be happy to lend the other party money.
Moscato sat in his seat, trying to act like he was asking someone to borrow money, looking reserved and embarrassed.
Finally, we met Mr. Terazumi, who was wearing a neat and neat suit. He looked very unfair at first glance... well, he was very kind and charitable.
"What do you call this gentleman?" Mr. Teraquan looked at the other person.
"My name is... my name is Daisuke Nakamura..." The man in rumpled and miserable clothes tightened his clothes.
"Mr. Terazumi, can you...can you lend me 100 million yen?" he asked cautiously.
"One hundred million yen? Of course, what guarantee do you use?" Mr. Terazumi narrowed his eyes.
"I still have a car, a Porsche 356a, so I'll use it as a guarantee." Daisuke Shumura, a down-and-out man, said hesitantly.
The Porsche 356a has appeared at auction before and was sold for 920,000 pounds.
Nearly 200 million yen.
Using this car to borrow 100 million yen is more than enough.
Mr. Teraquan already wanted to laugh in his heart.
Could it be that those fools who were deceived didn't want to be the only ones deceived, so they went out of their way to deceive others.
Isn't this a rush to deliver a car to him?
"Of course. Speaking of using the Porsche 356a as a guarantee, if you don't pay back the money, I will still make the profit." Mr. Terazumi said with a friendly smile.
"I will definitely pay back the money as soon as possible." The down-and-out middle-aged man said firmly.
"There's no need to worry," Mr. Teraquan advised.
It's best not to return it and just keep the car.
"Can you take me to see the car?" Mr. Teraquan asked.
"Of course, right at the door." Daisuke Nakamura agreed quickly.
After leading the group to the door, a man with long silver hair who was smoking next to one of the cars glanced at them and continued to smoke with his back to them.
"It's really good..." Mr. Terazumi touched the black Porsche.
"It's well maintained..." It's like touching something that is your own, and I like it very much.
"Of course, this is my favorite car." Daisuke Nakamura said sincerely.
"Then let's sign a contract? Do you have any documents with you?" Mr. Teraquan asked impatiently.
"Of course, I brought them all." The down-and-out man quickly took out a pile of documents from his clothes.
Mr. Teraquan asked a waiter on the side to print out the contract.
I asked another waiter to go to the safe to get cash.
The two returned to the hotel.
The moment the man saw the money, he signed his name on the contract.
Mr. Teraquan was taking pictures of the certificate.
I specifically looked at the business license.
The name of a Cowherd shop.
I have already thought about who to ask for help to destroy this store's business.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Terazumi, you are such a good person." Daisuke Nakamura said sincerely.
"Wherever you are, I'm just helping you if I can." Mr. Teraquan waved his hand in a humble manner.
"Thank you very much. I'll take my leave now." The downcast man carried a box full of money, his face full of eagerness for a comeback.
"Okay, okay, come and play next time." Mr. Teraquan said sincerely.
Next time I come back, the car will be mine.
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Moscato got into the car, where vodka and gin were already sitting.
After he sat down, Vodka started the car.
"It's so easy to lie..." Moscato tore off the mask on his face, took off his wrinkled suit, and unbuttoned his tightly buttoned shirt. In an instant, he changed from a depressed middle-aged man to a happy party full of hormones.
prodigal son.
Of course the documents were also fake, and the license plates were all fake.
As for the so-called Cowherd shop...
In fact, it's a competitor of Moscato's Cowherd's Shop.
The boss's name isn't Daisuke Nakamura either.
Mr. Teraquan wants to find someone to repay the money? He will never find him in this life.