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"Mr. Sheldon, do you know where Ephran is?" Zeng Gong asked with some curiosity.

The coffee in Qinglian Ranch can produce about half a catty of top-grade coffee per tree, and now Zeng Gong has also stored more than a dozen catties, because his craftsmanship is not perfect, he did not do that kind of thing of burning the qin and boiling cranes, and he is still lying in his storeroom.

"How could you not know that Maupassant told you about Epfaran, and only his kind of guy who only focuses on the best red wines will find it difficult to find Epfaran, and now that Monsieur Effaran is in Jamaica, he has to wait for the harvest of Blue Mountain coffee, and during this time he will guide the plantation owners in the hope of getting the best coffee, and then roasting the top coffee beans and drifting away. Sheldon explained to Zeng Gong.

But think about it, there are so many top coffee plantations in the world, and the network of predators like Sheldon is all over the world, how can they not know where a master like Epfarlan is, they usually don't pay attention, but there are already staff members who have collected that part of the information.

"Looks like I've lost a lot this time. Zeng Gong pretended to be annoyed and said.

"Haha, Mr. Zeng, your top coffee is really exciting. Sheldon smirked.

The coffee of Qinglian Ranch is already haunting after tasting it, and other top coffees are not a problem, Kona, Blue Mountain, Colombia and other places that produce top coffee are nothing, but now Zeng Gong broke the news that Qinglian Ranch also has top coffee, which is exciting to think about.

"Mr. Sheldon, I don't think you came here to tell me about your temporary change of generals or to harm my coffee. Zeng Gong interrupted Sheldon's smugness and got down to business.

"Of course not, I have a video recording of Bob gambling in the casino, would you like to take a look?" Sheldon said sternly.

As soon as his words fell, the assistant immediately took out a few CDs, these are video records of Bob in major casinos, they communicate with each other, hoping to find flaws in them, but so far none of them have been able to find evidence of Bob's thousands, and the thing about him is also because he was drunk and came out of the mouth of a bar girl.

"It's okay not to watch the video. Zeng Gong shook his head and did not take the disc.

For a master of a thousand arts, no matter how advanced the technology is now, there will be no evidence of their thousands, because many things are things other than a thousand arts, such as the lion's roar in Shaolin Temple, which can attack people through guò sound waves, after ordinary people watch the video, they will only feel that the sound is louder, and they will not associate with others.

Sheldon also nodded, running a casino, he also knew that the movements of the master of a thousand arts were difficult to be captured by the camera, even if it was broken down in slow motion, it turned out to be some inconsequential.

"In that case, Mr. Zeng, you better be careful of Bob, the interests he represents are the mafia, they usually do whatever it takes to win, and every time they organize a convention, they have a precedent of assassinating the attendees, because there is not enough evidence, and in the end it is gone. Sheldon said sternly.

Assassination, Zeng Gong shook his head secretly, haven't you families who advertise justice, wealth, and charity have carried out assassinations? It's just to make things more secretive, aren't you Sheldon just a black-and-white person with hands and eyes, it's really a crow standing on a pig.

"I'll be careful. Zeng Gong nodded indifferently.

He is not too worried about the assassination of Zeng Gong, and when he has practiced national arts, he can already achieve the situation of 'the autumn wind is not moving', and any danger will not escape his induction, and it is better to nip the danger in the bud.

After chatting a few words, Sheldon left, he still has a lot of things to deal with, especially during this conference, he is even more busy, this time he can accompany Zeng Gong to drink a little wine, it is already time squeezed out of his busy schedule, and he has to deal with official business for a moment.

The delicate and sweet taste of rum makes people have an endless aftertaste, Zeng Gong likes to drink it with ice, after Sheldon left, Zeng Gong poured himself a drink, enjoyed the sea breeze blowing outside the window, the strong salty smell, and felt refreshing, it was 'a little Haoran Qi, a thousand miles of fast wind'. This situation is just pleasant.

"Mr. Zeng, why do you enjoy the wine by yourself, have you forgotten my friend?" A moment after Sheldon left, Maupassant rushed to Zeng Gong's bedroom, looked at the golden-colored liquid in Zeng Gong's hand, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and complained.

"Mr. Maupassant, you are a dog's nose, I just enjoyed the wine, and you came, why didn't I see you when I was competing with others for the wine just now?" Zeng Gong couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Maupassant, this guy came too fast.

But there are friends from afar, and it is not easy to say. Zeng Gong hurriedly brought the waiter over, replaced the leftovers on the table, and changed from drinking alone to drinking between the two of them without good wine and food.

"Why did you order so many dishes?"

Maupassant unceremoniously poured himself a glass of wine and added a little soda, and when he was too old to stand the hot and cold stimuli, the soft rum was more in line with his taste.

"How?" Zeng Gong raised his glass and gestured at Maupassant, and said flatly.

People who practice national art will consume a lot of nutrients every day, and the amount of food is fierce. Although Zeng Gong has already reached the realm of returning to the basics, eating more and eating less, and switching freely, he doesn't mind being a pot-bellied man at the moment.

"Pigs can't eat so much. "Maupassant had just returned from Spain a while ago, and had brought back Iberian ham from the Iberian black pig estate, and at this moment he always felt that Zeng Gong was compared to the pigs raised in the estate.

"Pig, no, Mr. Maupassant, why did you agree to Sheldon to participate in the King of Gamblers Competition?" Zeng Gong ignored Maupassant's ridicule and directly brought the topic to the King of Gamblers Conference.

"I suddenly felt that this time I came to Atlantic City, it was very boring not to gamble, and it was a good thing to participate in a gambling king conference, Mr. Zeng, you as a judge have to release water for me, we are together." Maupassant looked at him left and right, giggling and stubbling.

"Hmph. Zeng Gong was very dissatisfied with Maupassant's deliberate divergence from the topic, he knew that Sheldon must have informed him, otherwise how could Maupassant come so early.

"I have a thousand skills called a thousand miles of marriage, when the time comes, if you can't cope with the game, just give me a look. Zeng Gong frowned and said, take people's money and people to eliminate disasters, so that Maupassant knows his means.

"This..." Maupassant had never heard of this thousand arts, and suddenly hesitated.

"There's nothing to hesitate about, just trust me tomorrow. ”