Chapter 82 If you don’t want to die, don’t say anything
Northern Myanmar.
"call"
The Eight-faced Buddha put down the phone, took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and pinched his eyebrows: "It's really troublesome. We have already succeeded. Why was Lin Kun arrested again?"
He put his glasses back on, took out his cigar, lit it, took a big sip, exhaled thick smoke, and looked out the window with twinkling eyes:
"How dare you ask for three times the price? Lin Kun, Lin Kun, look at your attitude, are you completely prepared to fight me to the end?"
The Eight-faced Buddha knew what he was doing.
Lin Kun opened his mouth to ask for three times the price of this batch of goods. It was not that Lin Kun lacked the money, he was responding to his own temptation with his own actions.
He frowned and stood up from his seat: "Prepare the car and go to General Chachai's place."
"yes."
The subordinate responded and immediately went down.
after an hour.
The Eight-faced Buddha arrived at General Chachai's Mansion with two of his subordinates. At the door, he was searched and shot by guards armed with AK-47s, and then he was led inside.
Lobby.
General Chachai, dressed casually in a linen shirt, sat in front of the tea table, playing with the teapot and concentrating on brewing tea.
If you want to rinse the teapot and cup with hot water, put the tea leaves into the teapot, brew with boiling water and rinse the tea leaves. After rinsing, pour boiling water into the pot, let it steep for a few seconds and then pour it into the purple clay pot.
The whole process looks very focused.
"General."
The Eight-faced Buddha walked in with a smile, shook his long hair from the back of his head, and then sat down: "What kind of tea are you making? It smells so good. You can smell the fragrance from a long distance away."
"Big red pouch."
General Chachai took the purple clay pot and poured it into the tea cup, then gave the Eight-faced Buddha a cup: "You can't drink it here."
"Big red pouch?"
The Eight-faced Buddha glanced at the clear-colored tea in the cup: "I've never heard of it. It's such a novel thing."
"hehe."
General Chachai smiled faintly, picked up the cup and sniffed, closing his eyes slightly and taking a deep breath to capture the permeating fragrance:
"you try."
"Eh."
The Eight-faced Buddha picked up the tea cup and began to taste the tea as if it were a cup of tea: "It doesn't have any bitter taste, and it has a slight sweetness when you drink it."
He drank the tea in the cup in one gulp and praised: "It's really good stuff."
"oh?"
General Chachai glanced at him and said with a smile: "You also know about tea? When you have nothing to do, you can have a good communication with Akun."
"ah"
The Eight-faced Buddha looked stunned for a moment, then his smile remained unchanged and he did not answer: "Haha."
"This tea was given to me by Akun."
General Chachai took a sip of tea and said, "He asked his friends to get this back from the mainland. It's a rare good thing."
"hehe."
The Eight-faced Buddha heard this and smiled: "Well, it's indeed good."
"correct."
General Chachai glanced at the expression of the Eight-faced Buddha and asked casually: "Why did you come to see me?"
"Is such that."
The Eight-faced Buddha simply organized the language: "It's still a matter of raw materials."
He turned and looked out the window of the hall, which was transparent on all sides: "Isn't it time for a new round of harvest soon?"
"well"
General Chachai sighed and interrupted the Eight-faced Buddha directly: "As you know, the channels are tight now, and foreign channels are looking for me. I finally got out of the way, but Akun beat me to it."
"I have promised him that I will give him this year's harvest. Integrity is what we pay attention to when doing business. Akun has the strength and market stability. He and I have already finalized the deal. There is no point in you coming to me now."
He picked up the purple clay pot and poured himself tea again, and persuaded him unhurriedly:
"Akun has absolute market dominance in Wanwan. Now that he has entered Hong Kong Island, he is counting on this to make a living. Your situation is much better than him. You have your own weapons, right?"
"General."
The Eight-faced Buddha listened to General Chachai's words and stroked his white beard with his palm:
"This is the truth, but I still want to fight for it, and I also hope to make money from it."
"I want to help you too, but there's nothing I can do."
General Chachai shook his head and sighed: "Akun and I have already discussed it. It has been decided and cannot be changed."
His tone of voice was very soft, but it was full of doubts and could not be rejected by others.
"Okay, then just listen to the general."
The Eight-faced Buddha nodded when he heard this, and then changed the topic: "What if I talk to Lin Kun myself?"
He came here today partly to ask for goods, and he didn't hold out any hope. The main thing was to test General Chacai's attitude.
"That's your business."
General Chachai directly expressed his attitude: "Akun and I have been partners for many years, and so have you."
"It would be great if you could communicate well among yourself. We can all make money together, right?"
There was a pause.
He placed the teacup on the table and tapped his finger on the table:
"Of course, you are all my partners, and I hope to continue long-term cooperation with you in the future."
The implication is self-evident.
You can "talk" on your own, and I won't care about you, but you must have an appropriate scale when talking.
You all have your own market, and I guess I don’t want to lose a partner with a market.
"Eh"
The Eight-faced Buddha understood what General Chachai meant and nodded: "Thank you, General. I'll leave if there's nothing else to do."
His goal has been achieved, so there is no need to stay any longer.
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Tsim Sha Tsui.
A two-story house near a rural suburb.
hall.
The four boys sat around the table eating, drinking, smoking and drinking, which was very lively.
One of them picked up a prepared meal and walked into the inner room.
Under dim light.
Miancha was chained to a pillar on the wall with his hands and feet shackled. He had been detained here for the past few days. He was in a lot of embarrassment and his body exuded a stench.
"It's time to eat."
Ma Zai threw the food in his hand in front of Mian Cha, covered his nose and went out: "Look at the smell on your body, damn."
When Miancha first came in, he was quite proud and refused to feed him, but after being hungry for a few days, he became more honest and ate whatever was given to him.
soon.
By twelve o'clock in the evening.
The new team members came to take over. After a brief handover, four new team members were replaced to take over the scene.
Everyone first gathered around the table to play cards, and then stopped around two o'clock in the morning, feeling sleepy.
"You guys go to sleep."
One of them lit a cigarette and said, "I'll just watch and nothing will happen."
"That's okay."
The other three thought for a moment and agreed. Since everyone was here, they would be able to detect any movement immediately.
Three o'clock in the morning.
Ma Zai squatted at the door, put out the cigarette in his hand, turned around and entered the house. Looking at the three Ma Zai who were lying on the table sleeping without any movement, he walked around them with gentle steps and walked into the room where Mian Cha was detained.
.
"Squeak"
The wooden door made a sound.
Inner room.
The light from the hall shines through the open door.
Mian Cha was sleeping, and he vaguely noticed someone pushing him, so he opened his eyes sleepily.
In front of you.
A man was standing in front of him with the backlight, and he couldn't see clearly what his face looked like. In his hand, the sharp blade of the dagger shone coldly under the light that came in.
"You uh."
Just as Miancha was about to scream, his mouth was covered, and a sharp dagger was placed on his neck, a cold light appearing.
The visitor's voice was hoarse: "If you don't want to die, don't say anything!"
"Um!"
Mencha nodded frantically, and then the man slowly let go of his hand and sat in the shadow at the end of the bed: