Today's head household is a chieftain of the Arabian tribe named Odo and his warriors, and old Jack swears that his spring has come. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn the past 20 years, he has never felt the opportunity so obviously, it feels like a woman in a short skirt, the scenery is infinitely flirtatious, and the skirt is lifted, and the legs are parted on the bench......

Despite the fact that they are a coarse Arab, and despite their tempers and values as rumoredly violent and stubborn, they are still irreplaceable and lovable to Old Jack.

Because of the interests represented by this group of people, because of the container full of human organs that is still drifting on the sea, this is a big business, a big business through and through, and it has almost achieved 'open source' for black gold.

If Old Jack can make this happen, he will definitely soar. The next ten years or so are decades, and they can be spent in a pure and leisurely manner. He might be able to find a winery or something to rent and keep a few blondes or something.

Thinking of the highlights, Old Jack's eyes lit up, and his heart was beating uncontrollably. But the key to it all now is to get the man sitting in this box - he's going to make this deal with this damn Arab.

Old Jack, who had a 'fruitful criminal record', checked his grooming again before entering the door. His beard was shaved off, and his chin and temples looked a little empty, which made him a little unconfident as a man who liked to be unkempt, but Old Jack decided to overwhelm people with his momentum today, just like he put on that ferocious attitude every time he was in the streets and alleys to collect the protection money of passers-by.

Old Jack cleared his throat, went to the door and knocked on it.

"Knock", "knock", "knock".

"Come in."

There was a voice inside who said this, and his voice sounded a little hoarse, but it was spoken in South Vietnamese, which was a bit funny and unique to foreigners.

But old Jack didn't dare to think like this at this time, and he asked the two men who came with him to wait by the door. He himself cared too much about the business, and when he heard the voice, he couldn't wait to walk in.

Sitting in the room was a man of Arab descent who looked to be about thirty years old. He wears a traditional white robe, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, a large beard, and a rough skin that looks like he has lived in the desert all year round.

The man was sitting not far from the door, and Old Jack pushed the door in, and the other man raised his head and stretched out his hand to signal Old Jack to sit on the sofa opposite.

"Your Excellency Faisal Ibn, this is the information that Black Gold asked me to pass on to you, and he asked me to tell you ......" After sitting down, Old Jack pretended to be calm, took out a document from his body, and handed it over with both hands: "Welcome to Lang Son City, Mr. Faisal Ibn. ”

The 'man from Arabia' glanced at Old Jack coldly, he picked up the information pushed by the other party, flipped it out and looked down, but ignored the latter's words.

The man nicknamed Old Jack had already opened his hands to show a welcoming attitude when he spoke, a gesture he had recently come up with and had practiced a few times to make people feel enthusiastic without losing his dignity and demeanor. However, the arrogant and cold attitude of the Arab man made his movements look a little awkward at this time, and he coughed dryly, laughed self-deprecatingly, and seemed to want to say something more, but the Arab man named Faisal Ibn who was flipping through the materials had already frowned impatiently, and looked at him with a blank face.

"Shut up, fat pig! Shut your mouth or I'll keep it closed forever!! ”

Damn, dog-eyed low-looking, arrogant Arago!! Old Jack cursed madly in his heart,

But he barely managed to twist a fake smile, waving his hand and closing his mouth - damn it, that's why he didn't like these big cumin-smelling noses.

Ten minutes later, when Faisal ibn had finished reading the information in his hand, he closed it and raised his head and eyes. Old Jack, who was of some Western descent and had the same rough appearance, subconsciously sat up straight.

But the man looked at him, lowered his head again, took a cigarette from his jacket pocket and put it in his mouth, and old Jack quickly took out his lighter and lit it to meet him. The other party looked up at him coldly again, and the fat on Old Jack's fake smile trembled.

"We've heard a few things about black gold, but it's all old news before that incident...... You have been dismantled and suppressed, and now you are living like a dog in Langshan, wagging your tail and begging for mercy...... I read the information on the matter, it is very exciting, but it is also very official, and we believe that you have put a lot of thought into it. But business is not a fuss...... You and I didn't mix in this industry on the first day, we all know the rules, don't fight if you are official or something, I am here on behalf of the entire Odo tribe, you show me this, you TM show me this?! I'll let you show me this...... Go back and tell Heijin that Langshan is not the only one who does this business, who are you, what kind of thing are you, let Heijin come and talk to me in person......"

The bearded man spoke with a hazy and arrogant attitude. He sat on the sofa, the pronunciation in his mouth was funny, and Old Jack was so angry by the other party's words that his whole body trembled, but in the next second, the other party slammed the information page in his hand in his face. As the paper flipped and flew, he saw that the man seemed to get up and want to leave.

"Mr. Faisal, Mr. Faisal Ibn, have something to say...... Listen to me, it's a misunderstanding, listen to me, Mr. Faisal ibn ......"

Although he was pointed at his nose and scolded, although the corners of his eyes were smashed by the pages of the book, according to the original plot, Old Jack should have shown his bully momentum at this time. But reality is always more reversed than the script, and he is surprised to find that this veteran hooligan thug is unable to be bloody in front of real hooligan bastards.

So in the next second, the anxious old Jack got up and grabbed Faisal Ibn, the so-called chief of Arabia, who turned around and slapped him mercilessly, and fell on the door, but also blocked the other party's way out.

"Listen to me, Mr. Faisal ibn......

Mr. Hei Kim did not mean to neglect you, and the reason why I was asked to come to receive you is because I am not a citizen of South Vietnam, but I have been in an Arab country, and Mr. Hei Kim thinks that this will help to bring you and me closer...... As for the contract...... Well, the content of the book is just our unilateral proposal, if you have doubts, or feel that there is something inappropriate, you can put it forward, we will discuss, discuss......" Old Jack's attitude was very soft, but the other party was extremely tough and impatient: "What kind of thing are you, discuss with me?!" Let Black Gold come over on its own! What are you, what qualifications do you have......"

Before Old Jack could finish speaking, the Arab man named Faisal Ibn was already angry and scolding. Old Jack had already pulled the doorknob and stood up halfway at this time, but the other party kicked over again, Old Jack dodged, was kicked in the side waist, and fell down again.

"Mr. Faisal Ibn, I am certainly not a thing, and I am not qualified to speak to you, and I ask you to calm your anger, and I ask you to calm your anger...... If you are not satisfied with the contract, or have other ideas, I can take you to Mr. Heijin's side, and you can talk about it yourself. I'm a small person, please don't be like me, it's ...... bad nature"

This conversation repeated several times, and the door to the room was opened several times, only slightly opened, and then locked by someone. Then the irascible Arab seemed to break many things in the room, and the muffled grunt of people being beaten, and finally a faint whisper of anger when his anger subsided.

"I don't like to owe money to people, and I don't like people to lose me...... Listen boy, in this world, no one is a fool...... I came with the sincerity of the whole tribe, what did you give me, you TM open your eyes and see, the garbage all over the ground...... To tell you the truth, the reason why you are still standing in front of me, and being able to make two black and smelly fat lips open and close and spit out disgusting foam stars, is because Mr. Faisal Ibn, who is standing before you, is a businessman who has come to Lang Son this time. I TM changed careers and became a businessman, a businessman! ...... "Listening to the sound of the sheikh from Arabia venting his anger, he emphasized a few words, paused for a moment, kicked Old Jack, and then said hesitantly: "The businessman who went to TM ......"

A few words came out through the wooden board, and the people inside spoke to each other, most of the time only the roar of a man. About ten minutes later, the swaggering Arab man known as Faisal ibn and old Jack with a bitter face walked out of the box.

"Go and get the car ready, and I'm going to show the honorable Sheikh Faisal ibn around the headquarters of Black Gold."

……

During the tour of the headquarters of the Arab sheikh named Faisal Ibn by the elder Jack, Tokugawa Mitsumasa also basically sorted out the context of Lang Son City*** and the aftermath of drugs.

The result was similar to what was expected in advance, and the lustful and scheming addict Koji Zhongtai really didn't leave a clue on such an obvious matter. In fact, two days ago, Hao Er Zhongtai was still lingering in the gold cave with ***** light in Langshan, and he was happy to think about it, and at the same time carried out some illegal underground transactions. Tokugawa Mitsumasa even passed through one of his particularly favored station women to trick up his secret white powder transportation route.

But after that incident, all the clues, all the traces, evaporated. The person of Hao Er Zhongtai is like air, in everyone's field of vision, it fades away in an instant, and people are nowhere to be found.

Fortunately, there seemed to be some progress on Griffith's side, and after talking on the phone again, Tokugawa Mitsumasa simply packed his luggage, exited the hotel room, and began to meet the big demon in Xinmatun.

There is a long distance on the road from Tokugawa Mitsumasa to Shinmatun, and the Tokugawa family found that only half an hour had passed after sleeping on the bus. So he thought about it, picked up his phone again, and dialed Griffith's number.

The phone is a new number set up by the two of them after they came to Lang Son, and it is all black cards, and there is no binding of ID card information, which is everywhere in South Vietnam.

After the phone with the word nec on it beeped twice, someone was heard picking it up, and then a rude and loud Arabic middle-aged man's voice came from the earpiece: "Hey?!" ”

Tokugawa Mitsumasa was stunned for a moment, then he replied loudly on the phone, he spoke the same Arabic, and his attitude was arrogant, and the two talked for a while, and seemed to quarrel. Tokugawa Mitsumasa spoke for a while and slammed his fist on the backrest of the front row, but the person opposite seemed to be very strong, and he soon cut off the phone.

Returning to Xinmatun, in the driving carriage, Mr. Faisal Ibn angrily buttoned up his mobile phone, and he continued to be angry and scolded for a while before his mood stabilized slightly.

The driver was the younger brother brought by Old Jack, who sat in the co-pilot, and through the rearview mirror, he could just see the angry appearance of the Arab sheikh, and subconsciously shrank his head. So he looked ahead, and did not speak.