"Huh, scared?", Martin looked at Griff in surprise, "that's why you didn't play well today".

Griff nodded.

"But what is there to fear about Mr. Devin Hill, he is not the black hand of your native Sicily," Martin said.

"You don't understand, it's a kind of soul fear, I feel that whether it's Sicily, or New York's black hand and William Devon Hill, they look as fierce as the Italian Kaslo.

Inside, they are just villains, trash, criminals, but at least they are still people, and we ordinary people can take them down like knives and guns.

But standing in front of William Devonhill is different, I feel like I am facing a devil crawling out of hell,

A demon full of wailing and weeping, a devil covered in the smell of blood,

Although he was smiling all the time, I could feel that William Devon Hill looked at us people as if he was looking at the data.

If it weren't for the affection and affection in his eyes when he looked at Mademoiselle Ambrosio, I might have been so frightened that I peed my pants."

"FKU, Griff", Martin cursed under his breath, grabbing his collar in anger, "God Sicilian, are you drugged too much?

I thought you just thought William Devon Hill was dangerous, and now that you're telling me what the hell he's going to do, do you think I'm going to believe your?"

"Damn, it's a metaphor, a metaphor, you high school graduate stupid hat, don't you understand the metaphor? Hell, that's how you ended up as the manager of the New York Yacht Club.

And man, I swear what I said is true, over the years, except for the few times I've lied to you, and I've lied to you on the matter, William Devon Hill really smells of blood," Griff explained.

"FK, shut up for me", Martin busily covered Griff's mouth, "Bastard, be quiet, don't be heard by Mr. Devon Hill".

Glancing at the superyacht dozens of meters away, Martin dragged Griff back to his office, let go of Griff, and cursed,

"You idiot Sicilian, William Devon Hill is a murderous supervillain, but what does that have to do with us, you're not a policeman.

You're just a squid seller who can't complete the task and get fired, hell,"

Martin stared at Griff with strange eyes, "After knowing each other for so many years, I didn't know you were a nosy saint."

"you, I'm not a saint, you don't understand why I want to find William Devon Hill," Griff patted his head in frustration.

"I don't care what you want to do with William Devon Hill, but don't get in the way of me making a commission."

After Martin finished speaking, he waved his arm and said excitedly, "Do you know how much commission I can get when this order is completed?" 120,000 US dollars, this money is as low as my ten months' salary,

Not to mention that the membership fee is just a small amount of money, as long as Miss Ambrosio is served well, so that she is interested in going to sea, and goes to sea once a month,

The $1 million will be used up by oil and yacht maintenance in less than half a year, and I will have more achievements by then."

Martin stared at Griff fiercely, "You bastard, don't get in the way of me making money to pay off the mortgage, or my friends won't be able to do it."

Griff rubbed his cheeks with his hands, feeling that he couldn't explain it clearly to Martin, an idiot in the United States, looking at Martin with a depressed expression, struggling violently in his heart, and it took a long time to show his professional smile again,

"Well, it really doesn't matter to us whether William Devon Hill is full of blood or not."

I took out my phone and dialed the number on the note.

The phone was quickly connected, greeting each other, and knowing what they meant, Griff and Anthony quickly negotiated, hung up the phone, Griff turned his head and Martin nodded,

"The negotiation is done, the other party asked me to go to London to sign the contract, Anthony lawyer has William Devon Hill's electronic authorization, he can sign on behalf of William Devon Hill"

"That's right", Martin stepped forward with a smile and patted Griff's shoulder, "It has nothing to do with us who the big guys are,

I'm sorry for that to you, my friend,

Last year, in order to provide a better environment for my two children, I took out a loan to buy a villa on Long Island, but before I bought the house for half a year, the price fell by half, but the mortgage was not less.

The industry is sluggish, from April to now almost 5 months, our yacht club has not added any yachts, no commission, just relying on the 120,000 US dollars a month's salary to repay the loan is not enough for the family."

Hearing this, Griff was overjoyed, and nodded in agreement by pretending to be dejected,

"Hey, we're not the same Lafadi, we haven't sold a single boat for more than 3 months since we took over Riva Yachts.

Not only can it not be sold, but many customers who have ordered yachts before will not pay the follow-up fees with a deposit, otherwise this Riva 50t will not be sold in such a hurry.

Many people in the company are worried that the superyacht will be parked in the shipyard for a year or two and no one will care, and if that happens, then the ship will be really scrapped."

Martin scoffed, "You're cheap and good, it's good to be able to sell now, and you've heard so many suggestions for improvement."

What Mr. Devon Hill said is not good, but he is right, and the customer is not obligated to help you validate new technologies and ideas."

After a pause, seeing Griff smiling silently, Martin continued, "Don't tell me, your company's next 50t will cost 10,000 US dollars, and in your experience, the cost is 30 percent lower."

"Almost, with the current prices, it may be a little lower, and many raw material companies are also having a hard time now, and some high-end wood has fallen by more than 60."

"God, has it fallen so much?" Martin was surprised for a moment and then suddenly thought, "FK, I said that even if your company is in a recession, it will not be dead for one or two million dollars, so you used the funds to buy raw materials?"

"Hey, Martin, you bastard is such a hyena, ask a little bit of smell to see why", Griff looked cautiously at Martin's office, "Ann?"

Martin thought for a moment, then stood up and grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass and said to Griff, "Let's go sit at the outdoor café."

"Hmm," Griff nodded.

The two went to the outdoor café, and after sitting down, Martin hurriedly whispered, "Tell me?"

"Hmm", Griff replied and began to say, "You should know the healing wood of the Bahamas".

"Of course, as long as the people who are engaged in ship-related things do not know that the healing wood, all shipyards see rare and important shipbuilding materials."

Griff whispered mysteriously, "I don't know why, I only know that two months ago, several directors of our parent company, Lafendi and Riva Shipyard, who occupy 40 shares, were secretly buying Bahamian Healwood in batches and small sums of money.

The timber is piled up in the material warehouse of this 50-ton yacht, and if I hadn't been given the task of testing HNA and selling 50-ton yachts, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to go to the warehouse alone.

You won't believe that those idiots Northern Italians did such a secret thing by just changing the password of the secret warehouse to the password of a year ago."

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