"Oh God!" Pavlyuchenko didn't have much faith in religion originally, but at this moment he couldn't help but want to call on the gods and Buddhas. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

They couldn't see Rome, but Pavlyuchenko was able to see the incredible scene in front of his eyes clearly.

Xu Promise lowered his head slightly, and his fingers drew random circles on the top of the clean and transparent glass teacup. And the tea with a hint of pale yellow in the turquoise green in the teacup did not follow the arrangement of gravity at the moment and waited peacefully in the cup, but formed a spiral-shaped vortex in the cup!

The emerald green tea leaves and tea water were spinning wildly, like a water dragon, and the teacup spun rapidly with the turn of the promised fingers. The scene looked like watching a Hollywood sci-fi blockbuster, and the scene had a sense of beauty, but Pavlyuchenko's heart was full of endless fear.

His complexion gradually turned pale, beads of sweat oozed from his smooth forehead, and the muscles on his well-maintained face twitched slightly.

Pavlyuchenko was a man who was used to seeing big scenes, and he knew that what he was seeing was not some kind of magic. This was his manor, and everything here was very familiar to him. There is simply no chance to give Promise a chance to perform a magic trick.

Although what he saw in front of him made him unable to understand and accept, he knew very well in his heart that he was in trouble this time.

"I should have known." Pavlyuchenko sighed in his heart, being able to silently take away the valuable artwork from the British Museum, in addition to the possibility of an inner ghost, that is, as played in Hollywood science fiction blockbusters, someone really has superpowers!

With a pause in his fingers, the tea that swirled around the mouth of the teacup instantly lost its strength and fell back into the teacup. Xu Promise slowly raised his head, his eyes were as sharp as a sharp knife out of its sheath!

"Do you want to die?"

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Cahill, who is partying in a nightclub and is in close contact with many oriental beauties, suddenly receives a promising phone call. He was asked to go to Moscow with the promised personal financial assistants and lawyers, with all the necessary SC company formalities and legal texts, to coordinate and handle the procedures with Pavlyuchenko's people on the capital injection.

When Cahill learned that Pavlyuchenko would buy a stake in SC Bioengineering, a company worth just over $80 million, for a whopping $600 million, and only 10 percent of the shares. Cahill was on the verge of fainting.

"Did Pavlyuchenko's head get into the water?" Cahill felt like the whole world was full of malice.

When he was in business, he worked tirelessly to make some hard-earned money, and he was often delayed in making payments. But he couldn't understand the promise to do business. Someone is willing to exchange $600 million for shares worth just over $8 million, Cahill's mood at the moment can be imagined. Is there such a kind investor in this world?

"Could it be that this company is going to launch an elixir?" Cahill, who really didn't know what was going on, could only guess so maliciously. In his mind, the world is simply too unfair.

After leaving Moscow as promised, Rome found the promised cargo in a locker at the airport in the location given by the promise. Many works of art, including five Fabergé eggs and the famous oil paintings "The Girl Picking Camellias" and "The Goddess of Spring", are stacked in lockers like the most ordinary goods.

Promise is not at all worried that Pavlyuchenko will go back on it. After all, as a successful businessman, Pavlyuchenko likes profit the most, and risks are the most fearful.

By acquiring the priceless artworks, Pavlyuchenko had made enough profits, even if he had been promised a $600 million stake.

After all, after handing over this batch of things, not only can you get a license smoothly, but also get the appreciation from above. Its value is far from being measurable by $600 million.

Moreover, Pavlyuchenko, who is delicate and expensive, has a lot of wealth and a good life to enjoy, will not provoke the promise when he knows that it is not easy to provoke.

The current Pavlyuchenko is no longer the man who dared to fight for his life during the turbulent period of 90 years. At that time, he had nothing, so he naturally dared to fight for his life. But now that he has everything, he has no desire to fight for his life. As for betraying promises of superpowers, he's not that stupid.

Let's not talk about whether anyone will believe it, what if you promise to take revenge on him? The devil knows what else this monster that should only exist in a movie can do!

More is better than less, and quietly enjoying a good rich life is far more important than acting recklessly. There are not so many heroes in this world who are willing to sacrifice for humanity.

"Mr. Xu, Mr. Murdoch wants to meet with you." After returning to his villa, Promise received a call from Scott.

The financial assistant who went to Russia this time was not Scott, who was now busy liaising with Murdoch on behalf of Promise to facilitate the planned acquisition of Lanai. Once the multi-billion-dollar project is in his hands, Scott will inevitably become a partner at PricewaterhouseCoopers.

Faced with such an attractive prospect, Scott's enthusiasm for his work has never been higher.

"See me?" Promise didn't know about the game between these rich people, and he didn't know that the so-called meeting was the time to confirm the negotiation. He thought it was just an ordinary meeting, which was of little interest to the promise of precious time.

"Mr. Xu." Feeling that Promise was not interested on the other end of the phone, Scott suddenly remembered that Promise was a newly rich man, and he didn't know the doorway between these wealthy families. hurriedly explained: "The so-called formal talks are all watched as outsiders. The real negotiations are confirmed when they meet in private. It's a business worth hundreds of millions of dollars, after all, and Mr. Murdoch wants to make friends with you. ”

"Friends?" Promise grinned, "Mr. Murdoch must want to be friends with Mr. Franklin, right?" ”

"Perhaps Mr. Murdoch would like to ask you to act as an intermediary to introduce you to Mr. Franklin as a friend." Scott, who is German and an accountant, has a rare sense of humor, but the promise feels a little awkward to hear.

"Where?"

"Los Angeles, Mr. Murdoch's private villa."

"When?"

"The sooner the better."

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When the Russians proudly announced that they would send many of the top lost artifacts to their museums, the whole world was shocked.

The British's desperate efforts to block the news were slapped in the face. Under the inexplicable gaze of the world, the embarrassed and angry British lashed out at the Russians for their unscrupulous illegal acquisition of other people's property. On the one hand, Pavlyuchenko was subjected to the most severe sanctions and restrictions on entry.

The reason for this was because the British already knew that the artworks that had been lost from the British Museum had been sent by Pavlyuchenko. Thinking of Pavlyuchenko's appearance in London before, the Briton who was slapped in the face decided that Pavlyuchenko did it. In fact, this inference is not wrong.

Faced with the threat of the British, Pavlyuchenko was dismissive of this. He is Russian, his assets are in Russia, and he is a valuable resource buried deep underground. What does the anger of the British have to do with him? He didn't think about immigrating to the UK. Moreover, there are naturally people above him who will stand up for him in this kind of thing.

Just as Pavlyuchenko thought, the above unhurriedly came forward to say that these things were originally Russian, and the British plundered them by unscrupulous means. It was illegal for the British to hold them before. Now these works of art have returned to the embrace of their motherland, and they are all gone.

As for the threats and clamor of the British, the Russians did not take it seriously.

The British have their own Brent oil fields in the North Sea and do not buy oil and gas from Russia. There is no great entanglement of interests between the two sides. And the historical grievances between the two sides can be said to have a long history, from the Crimean War to the World War II period to the Iron Curtain speech, the historical grievances between the British and the Russians are definitely a lot of material to write a 10-million-word novel.

Anyway, now that things have arrived in Russia, unless the British can break into Moscow like Napoleon, it would be foolish to want to come back. You know, they're dealing with polar bears!

Something fell into the belly of a polar bear and still wants to come out? There is not an inch of land and nothing that is superfluous with polar bears.

The British, who have become the laughing stock of the world, and at the same time have set off a large-scale condemnation and infighting at home, are already anxious. However, they did not give up on the pursuit of the murderer. Numerous functional departments have been ordered to follow up on the matter. A comprehensive investigation was conducted with Pavlyuchenko as the center. In particular, the period between his departure to England and the surrender of his art was a key focus.

The British were determined to take revenge.

Xu Promise took the hot towel handed by the beautiful stewardess and wiped his hands, smiling and nodding his thanks.

After the graceful stewardess slowly left, Xu Yucai shook his head helplessly, picked up the newspaper in front of him, and continued to watch the interaction between the British and the Russians with relish, which was really very interesting.

The stewardess had been here several times, and she knew very well what she was thinking and wishing to promise. These glamorous flight attendants, especially those flying international flights, are almost dreaming of meeting a golden beetle son-in-law of their own. There is a thirst for all the male creatures in the first class.

When I was in the first class, I was as beautiful as a flower, and I took good care of the guests. But if you go to economy class instead, that beautiful face will immediately turn into cold. As for the service or something, that is the benevolent see the benevolent, and the wise see the wise.

In fact, Xu Promise has always thought that the ideas of these flight attendants are not wrong, but they have chosen the wrong place.

First class is negligible where even opportunities are small, and what they really should go to is economy class, where they can get everything they want. (To be continued.) )