"Haha, I am very grateful for your trust. I think we will become good collaborators! However, before that, I think we need to make sure that your life will not be safe after you return to Italy alive.
?" Shi Zhong asked doubtfully.
Ferrati blushed and said: "This also requires the help of Lord Poseidon!"
"Aha, we are friends, aren't we? Friends help each other, there is no need to be polite to me!" Shi Zhong said generously, but in his heart he was wondering how to confirm Ferretti's life safety, even though it was said that as long as Ferretti returned to Italy
, his brother would not send gunmen to ambush him openly, but who knows about this kind of thing, don't bother to plan it yourself, but there is news over there that Ferretti was shot and died.
"Thank you, yes, we are already friends, best friends. As long as I take charge of the Anchel family, the entire Anchel family will be the friendliest friends of His Excellency Poseidon!" Ferretti said excitedly.
"Well, we'll talk about safety issues later, so now let's talk about what you should do when you return to Italy!" Shi Zhong knocked on the table.
Ferrati looked at Shi Zhong doubtfully, and Shi Zhong smiled slightly: "What you need to do now is to secretly accumulate strength, and this strength must not be noticed by your brother who wants you dead. Then, after you become familiar with family affairs
, secretly transfer 500 million U.S. dollars to me every year, yes, 500 million U.S. dollars. With a lot of money, we will have a lot of arms, and I can train elite subordinates for you, and bribe you Anchel.
The top leaders of the family also need money. Oh, by the way, why not use money to clear the way and gain support from other families in Italy? At least you can't let them support your brother when you go to war with him, right?"
There is still one thing that Shi Zhong has not said in his heart, that is, why don't you use your money to support Jack's army for me? By then, let alone hundreds of gunmen, you can send thousands of gunmen yourself even if you need them.
out.
"Yes. You are absolutely right, yes. We need money now. As long as we intervene in family affairs, we will definitely be able to transfer a lot of money in a short period of time. Five hundred million US dollars a year is too little. I think
I can plunder more!" Ferrati said fiercely, happily colluding with an outsider like Shi Zhong on his family's assets.
"Oh, that would be even better. After one year, I guarantee that you will not regret trusting me after seeing the results. I think our plan will go better!" Shi Zhong clapped his hands.
"Then I'll leave everything to you, Lord Poseidon!" Ferrati nodded. He knew that whether he could rise up or not must rely on the man in front of him. Although the price paid was a bit high, compared to the benefits gained, it was simply a drop in the bucket. He could also see that.
It is very clear that he does not expect Shi Zhong to use his own money to cultivate people who are loyal to him. He only expects Shi Zhong to use his own money to cultivate people who can help him seize the family status.
"Hello, let me introduce myself again. My name is Shi Zhong!" Shi Zhong stood up and stretched out his hand.
"Hello, Shi, Ferretti Ancer!" Ferrati stood up and held Shi Zhong's hands together, as passionately as ten years of friendship. It turns out that money can make all the difference!
Shi Zhong let go of his hand, looked at the door, and shouted loudly. "Tie Jun, do you mind getting a bottle of red wine and a few glasses for me? Thank you!"
Hearing this, Tie Jun nodded and strode out, presumably to ask Long Sheng for red wine and a wine glass.
"What about...Boss, what about me?" Jiheiro came over. Only now did he realize that the boss was so rich. He could get more than 500 million U.S. dollars in money every year with just his mouth. He looked towards
Shi Zhong's eyes were full of admiration like the water of the Yellow River.
Shi Zhong glanced at Jihirangro, and suddenly remembered the areas he once told him about his expertise. He turned to Ferretti and said: "If you are worried about how to secretly embezzle such a large sum of money from the family, then this wretched
The Japanese, Mr. Kichihiro, is proficient in [money laundering], fraud, embezzlement, and counterfeiting. I think he has countless methods on corruption in his mind, which can allow you to embezzle without worries without being discovered. At the same time,
, he is also the world's top hacker!" Shi Zhong turned to look at Jiheiro, "Jiheiro, I think you should be able to do this, right?"
"Oh, God, I love you so much, boss. Don't worry, I know the banking system better than the woman under me. I can definitely make Ferretti's brother unconscious without them.
The funds in the family account are flowing towards your account every year!" Jihirang said excitedly, a little dancing.
"If something goes wrong in this matter, I will definitely throw you into the sea and feed it to the sharks!" Shi Zhong said fiercely.
Soon, Tie Jun brought red wine, and Shi Zhong and Ferretti clinked their glasses, announcing that their cooperation was officially established.
Jihirang, on the other hand, excitedly pulled Ferretti to talk on the sofa. The topic he talked about was also what Ferretti was interested in. Therefore, the two of them seemed to wish they could meet each other sooner. Shi Zhong shook his head.
, only a scoundrel like Kichihiro could do such a shameless thing, and just now he was blaming others.
Snapping his fingers, Shi Zhong took Ren Da Leng Er Leng and Black and White Tornado out of the basement to greet a table of banquets. It is a necessary etiquette for Chinese people to entertain guests, isn't it?
Deep sea city, in a certain villa.
A middle-aged man wearing an extremely elegant suit, short blond hair, and green eyes. This is a typical Italian aristocratic dress. However, at this time, this middle-aged man did not have the slightest sense of being an Italian aristocrat. Hearing the report from his subordinates
, almost jumped up and roared: "What? What did you say? Four quick shooters and a sniper can't be contacted? Damn it, it's broad daylight, could it be that they were summoned by God?"
The subordinate said: "Manager Mori, I think it was not God who summoned them, but Satan!"
"You mean, they were killed? Impossible, absolutely impossible. They are the elite gunmen of the family. It is impossible to kill them cleanly. There are not more than twenty people, and they must not be annihilated!
"Steward Mori shook his head like a rattle. He had absolute confidence in his subordinates.
The subordinate looked strange and said: "However, we have completely lost contact with them, and the positioning on their bodies also shows..."
"Where? Damn it, did they go to a woman to vent their anger? I will punish them severely!" Mori said in charge.
"The sea!" The subordinate choked out two words.
"The sea?" Steward Mori didn't react for a moment. Looking at his subordinates' faces, he suddenly murmured, "Are they dead? Where in China did that dandy disciple of Ferretti get the manpower and strength?"
"Manager Mori, I think we have underestimated him. In China, he definitely has strength that we don't know about. He is even... so powerful that we can't resist it!" the subordinate hesitated.
"Hmph, China is a country with extremely strict gun control. Do we, who have powerful firearms, still be afraid of those local gangsters in China who use watermelon knives to chop people?" Manager Mori was surprised and angry at his five elites.
He disappeared for no reason, but his face still looked down on the so-called underworld in China, which was just a small fight.
"Master Bharati attaches great importance to this matter. I think you know that, Manager Mori. If there is a slight mistake, you and I can't bear it. We should be careful in everything!" Although the subordinate had a smile on his face!
He was respectful, but his tone was not very respectful, and seemed to contain the slightest hint of warning.
"Yoda, I don't need you to tell me what to do. I know what I should do. You are not the only one who is loyal to Barati!" Mori said dissatisfied. For this restless subordinate Yoda, Mori
I have never had a good impression of him, but he took advantage of being one step ahead of me to show his loyalty to Master Bharati and started to look down on him as his boss less and less. It was true that he was taking advantage of others. In the past, he was so flattering to him that he almost wanted to lick himself.
of toes.
A sneer appeared on the corner of Yoda's mouth, remembering what Master Barati said to him when he came. The mission was completed when Mori was killed. Master Barati did not have the slightest affection for this subordinate of the old family leader. Bara
Master Ti still remembers the time when Morrie used the excuse of following the old master's orders to embarrass Master Bharati. He is not a forgiving person.
Although Mori looked disdainful, he did not dare to look down upon it. As a sign of surrender to Master Barati, Mori had no choice but to kill Master Ferrati, his whole family would have to be killed. He murmured a few words,
Morrie picked up the phone and dialed a number. Although he couldn't see the person on the other end of the conversation, a respectful expression appeared on his face.
When Mori cautiously reported the situation to the other end of the phone, waiting for the anger on the other end, what surprised him was that Master Bharati seemed to be in a good mood: "Oh? My lovely brother is actually in China.
Do you still have friends? And from what you say, your strength is quite good?"
"Yes, as far as we know, Mr. Ferretti... he has connections with a local gang, and we killed five good guys!" Mori bent even lower.
"Then, I will play a good game with my dear brother. Well, one day later, someone will come to support you. Remember, although I don't care about the process, the result must be only one, and that is, Ferretti.
Must die!" Barati said ruthlessly, and Mori quickly patted his chest in assurance.
Barati is a middle-aged man, who looks to be at least ten years older than Ferrati. He is wearing a tuxedo, with a bit of white handkerchief flowers exposed on the left chest. He has a typical Italian aristocratic temperament. Let's call this temperament aristocrat.
At this time, he hung up the phone and smiled at the old man on the hospital bed with tubes inserted into his body: "Dear father, are you satisfied with what I do?"
The old man's face was wide open, but he could not move. His eyes were filled with anger and sadness.
