Chapter 168, Mother's Taste

In the early morning, it's time for office workers to rush out of their homes and into the office buildings to work. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Queante Park is fragrant with grass, and it is not too far from the residential area, and you can see the figure of the old people exercising in the morning from time to time, and for those who are in the buildings near this park, you can see the situation inside at a glance.

The trading house in the northwest corner was like that.

At first glance, you can see that the 30-year-old building is only 80% new in Albuquerque, so when someone buys this property, the surrounding merchants don't pay much attention.

Although, it was a group of Mexicans who bought the building.

At this moment, just as the hour hand was pointing to eight o'clock in the morning, a bald man with a brown complexion was standing in front of his office window, looking out at Quiante Park.

At eight-o'clock, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter. ā€

The voice fell, and a slender man walked into the room: "Boss Tuke, are you looking for me?"

The man known as Tuke was still looking out the window: "Antonio, if I'm not mistaken, we've been making less money every day for the past month. ā€

When he said this, Antonio suddenly made a bitter face: "Boss Tuke, you really can't blame us, the customer's mouth is getting more and more picky now, and the general goods are enough for them to satisfy their hunger." ā€

After a long silence, Tuke still looked out the window, but when his calm voice sounded, Antonio immediately shivered violently.

"Antonio, did you make a mistake?"

"We're not selling food, we're not selling French food or Chinese food, even if it's something of low purity, unless it's an entry-level product like marijuana, everyone will be like a pug, waiting for our people to come to the door!"

"This ...... This ......"

Antonio still had a bitter face: "But there is no way, boss, what we mainly sell is ice gambling after all." Since the last incident, the other masters didn't dare to give us too high-end goods, but this ice gamble, the purity is really low, it's really not enjoyable......"

"Then give me a way!"

Tuke shouted coldly: "Doesn't it just need to be purified? Then just give me a good purification!? What about the pharmacists below? Lao Tzu didn't ask them to work to raise moths!"

"I—I don't want to, but, but ......"

Antonio is really helpless, and the decline in group income is not something anyone wants to see. After all, this group formed by the big guys is not a formal company with labor law guarantees, and this kind of decline in income will fall directly on everyone's head.

"Nothing, but. ā€

Tuke waved his hand vigorously: "The Golden Triangle is broken, if I don't get a new way out, what's the matter, really let the big guy disband like this?" Antonio?"

Antonio sighed, "Yes, chief, I'll talk to the pharmacists quickly." But boss, I really think it's necessary to recruit new people, and although those idiots have a doctorate certificate, the level is really ......."

Before he could finish speaking, there was another knock on the door.

Tuke frowned: "Come in!"

It was O'Neill, the gatekeeper, a fat man weighing three hundred and fifty pounds.

"What's the matter?"

But seeing O'Neill's fat face, there was a strange expression: "Boss Tuke, there is a little girl at the door who wants to see you." ā€

Seeing that both of them in the room were a little surprised, O'Neill immediately added: "What a little girl, a little Asian girl who is about thirteen or fourteen years old, and her breasts are still big, uh...... It can be so big!"

As he spoke, he reached out and gestured......

Tuke's eyebrows furrowed even deeper, and he waved his hand, "Let her fuck off!"

"But the boss ......"

Antonio followed: "Do you hear it, get out!"

"But Boss, she said she had a high-purity ice gamble she wanted to sell to us. ā€

O'Neill said innocently.

"What...... What?"

Tuke shook his head again and again, as if trying to make himself more sober: "Why did you tell me that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl came directly to the door of our company and said that she wanted to sell me ice bets!?"

Antonio was also stunned: "O'Neill, are you sure you know what you're talking about!?"

O'Neill nodded vigorously, and the fat of the three-layered chin trembled: "That's right, yes, I was also surprised, I wanted to blast her out." But this girl...... Gave me this. ā€

As he spoke, he handed over a small bag.

The three people in the room gathered together, and Tuke stared at the bag in disbelief, and took out a handful of sparkling blue particles from it.

"It's ......"

In an instant, everyone's eyes widened.

"Find someone to try!"

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

As soon as the fat doorman walked through the door, Alice waited quietly at the door.

The building is not high, only five floors, and the total construction area is probably less than 1,000 square meters, but it is enough to accommodate thirty or fifty drug dealers in it. This is not a small scale, and Alice knows that the real scale of these guys is far greater than what they see at this point.

She knew that this group of people had no less than three dens in Albuquerque alone.

With Flynn, a rebelled spy, it's not difficult to know this.

Alice didn't deliberately hide her identity, so she just went into battle, just dressed up like her sister.

High-top leather boots, beggar jeans, plus a brown leather jacket with signs of wear, berets worn diagonally, black sunglasses or toads directly produced by "Oscar & Hannah", and even a Chinese cigarette bought in Shanghai in his mouth, and then put his hands in his pockets, which is really a 300% return rate!

It's enough to cover your face.

After a long time, the door was opened again, and the fat pig-like doorman said to her with a cute face, "Come in, be careful not to wander around." ā€

Alice pressed the brim of her hat, and then strode in under O'Neill's interested gaze.

The elevator went up five floors, and then O'Neill, she walked into an office.

Behind the desk sat a bald Mexican, apparently the target of the trip, Tuc, beside him stood a thin, obscene-looking man who Alice had stared at her chest as soon as she entered the room, and a malnourished white man sitting in a chair in the clearing, now looking at the sky with a retarded face, and laughing incessantly.

Well, very eerie atmosphere.

Both sides were silent, Alice didn't speak immediately, and Tuke's side was clearly waiting for Alice to speak. The two sides were silent. For a while, the room could only hear the retarded laughter of the white man, "hey, hey, hey~".

Quite an eerie atmosphere.

In the end, in the end, Tuke couldn't help it.

It's all the same staring, anyone who is stared at by a sister wearing sunglasses and holding a cigarette, I'm afraid I'm afraid I'll be willing to bow down, right!?

Wearing sunglasses, I'm not afraid of eye contact at all, okay!?

What about cheating!?

"Ahem. ā€

Tuke spoke up: "The quality of the goods you brought is very good, where did you get it from?"

Alice smiled contemptuously, pinched the cigarette in her mouth with two fingers, and spit out a puff of white smoke without hurrying: "I made it myself." ā€

"Lie!"

"Believe it or not. ā€

It seems that the conversation is going in a weirder direction.

The corners of Tuke's mouth twitched, he knew that if he wanted to really know where this batch of viruses came from, he was afraid that he would not be able to use it. Since the other party can send a little girl to contact him, and this girl is so able to drag it, not to mention that it is definitely not Xiamen University, it is possible to graduate from the police academy. If she really wanted to use force, she would be able to suddenly pull out a gun if she couldn't keep it.

Tuke keenly felt that this girl could really do this!

"It's okay, I'll just believe it. ā€

He turned his head and pointed at the retarded: "This guy is an addict, he only smoked one and became like this." What's the purity of your goods?"

ā€œ97%怂 ā€

When Alice said the word succinctly, all three people in the room gasped!

"100, 97 percent!?"

Tuke's eyelids were pounding, "Do you understand what this concept is?"

"It doesn't matter if I understand it or not, as long as you do. ā€

Alice chuckled and finished the first half of the sentence, and then the second half came: "Ah~ Yes, I know that almost all drug makers can only reach 96% purity at most when they are gambling on ice." As for the high purity, it's like ...... The horizon beyond the realm is the same, and it is out of reach. ā€

How does this mean?

Before Tuck could figure out what an "out-of-the-realm horizon" meant, Alice continued: "97%, 98%, and 99%, and the legendary 100%, every step up the ladder will make the taste buds of the diners qualitatively degraded. There are even rumors that if someone can bake ice bets with 100% purity, the taste will be like the taste of mother~"

Tuke: "......"

Antonio: "......"

O'Neill: "......"

What kind of mess is this?

Tuke realized that this little girl was not the person he often dealt with after all, and in the face of such a completely uneasy character, normal coping methods were useless.

"Alright then......"

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly felt as if he had discharged all the momentum he had accumulated: "How many goods do you and the people behind you have in your hands?"

"Then it depends on how much you can eat. ā€

"I'll eat as much as you have. ā€

"Worth a million?"

Tuke looked at Alice deeply, "If you could get that much, I'd definitely eat it." ā€

Alice nodded, then flicked her wrist.

With a whoosh, another cloth bag appeared from behind him and landed directly on Tuke's table.

"It's half a million dollars worth of ice bets, mind you, I've set the price, and I know how much you're going to make out of it. 500,000 is 500,000, if you don't want to pay so much, then I'm afraid we won't have follow-up cooperation. ā€

Tuke opened the bag, looked at it, and nodded vigorously.

"Deal!" (To be continued.) )