Chapter 394 of the main text volume is temptation

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Hou Wenjun, who came out of Benghazi Airport and rushed to a small fishing village outside the city, saw Bankar and others standing at the entrance of the village to greet him. The head snake is really the head snake, I'm afraid that I and Miller will be followed by their people from the moment they get off the plane.

"Hello Mr. Hou, I'm Jameel Bankar."

As soon as he got off the car, Hou Wenjun was greeted warmly by the other party, looking at his right hand that was tightly held by Bankar's hands, Hou Wenjun fully felt the enthusiasm of these local snakes for the US dollar.

Hou Wenjun, who knew that he was going to bleed heavily this time, also responded with a smile and said, "Mr. Bankar is too polite, how can I ask you to greet him in person, Ah Jun is terrified." ”

With a warm smile on his face, Bankar opened and closed his black and yellow teeth, and pointed to the other leaders beside him, "This is Chief Makoru, this is Chief Cagazi, this is"

With the introduction of the host, Bankar, Hou Wenjun shook hands with the other six tribal leaders one by one. As the convener of this meeting, Miller played the whole process as if nothing happened.

"Mr. Hou has worked hard all the way. I've got some good camel milk, please. Bankar waved his hand and made a gesture of please, and invited Hou Wenjun with a smile.

Hou Wenjun takes himself as a benchmark, when he wants to blackmail others, he will definitely be very polite, and the more polite he is, the more ruthless the asking price will be when negotiating. Hou Wenjun began to worry about this negotiation, and the politeness of these chiefs had exceeded his bottom line.

Hou Wenjun, who was a little unsure of his opponent, still maintained a smile on his face, and waved his hand to make a gesture of please: "Mr. Bankar, please." As he spoke, he followed him half a step behind him towards the small fishing village.

In Libya, or in North Africa as a whole, people still maintain the tradition of sitting on the floor. Hou Wenjun, who followed the local customs, sat cross-legged in the upper hand seat of the hall.

As soon as everyone sat down, the anxious Cagazi said directly, "Mr. Hou, everyone knows why they got together today, and I might as well tell you, we probably discussed a plan before you came." Saying that, Kagahi paused, his eyes were fixed on Hou Wenjun's face and said, "The plan is also very simple, Mr. Hou's transportation safety in Benghazi is contracted by our tribal alliance." Of course, you also need to pay some price, such as supporting us with a construction cost. ”

Regarding Cagasi's words that were more straightforward than collecting protection money at the door, Hou Wenjun smiled and took a sip of the golden wine bottle full of camel milk in front of him, and said, "Good milk, no worse than Mr. Kagasi's camel milk for me." Hou Wenjun, who answered the question, directly threw out the card and miscellaneous fees, and he wanted to remind the other party not to make too much of the offer.

Sure enough, when he heard the name of Kazafei, the faces of all the leaders present became ugly, after all, Kazafei was still the leader of Libya, not comparable to the leaders of these small eastern tribes.

"Haha, did Bankar hear that? Mr. Hou has praised your camel milk. Makoru, who had a long white beard, laughed and cheered everyone on. It is said that people are old spirits, ghosts are old spirits, and Makolu has undoubtedly become a spirit. His words clearly reminded everyone that card and miscellaneous fees are great, but it is not card and miscellaneous fees that need to negotiate with them, but Hou Wenjun.

After receiving Makolu's prompt, Kagahi's face instantly returned to normal, and he said, "Mr. Hou, we have seven tribes here, and the construction cost of 20 million US dollars for each tribe should be fine, right?" Of course, some of our tribes are larger, and it makes sense for the big tribes to have more construction costs. ”

With a red face and a white face, Hou Wenjun instantly figured out the situation of the seven major tribes, and it seems that this Makolu tribe should be the most powerful among them.

After listening to Cagazi's so-called security plan, Hou Wenjun turned his head to look at Makolu on the side, and slowly put down the golden wine bottle, Hou Wenjun put away the smile on his face and said, "Mr. Cagazi is so big, he opened up hundreds of millions of dollars in conditions." Although he read Kagasi's name, Hou Wenjun still stared at Makoru. The key to the negotiations is still in the old Arab man.

Hearing this, Ma Kelu smiled and waved his hand to interrupt Kagasi, who was about to continue to refute Hou Wenjun, and shook his head lightly and said, "It's not 100 million, but 200 million." ”

Looking at Makolu's two outstretched fingers, Hou Wenjun turned his head and glanced at Miller, who was sitting at the very edge after entering the room, and smiled, "I can pay 200 million, but it will take seven years." I"

Without waiting for Wen Jun to finish his condition, the red-faced Kagazi jumped out again and said, "Impossible, the money must be paid first, otherwise your oil truck won't want to transport a drop of oil out of Benghazi." ”

"Hehe" Hou Wenjun, who chuckled twice, shook his head very disdainfully and said, "Money is a good thing, 200 million this year, will it be 400 million next year, and 800 million the year after tomorrow?" ”

"We Libyans say 200 million is 200 million, you dare to doubt our credit?" Kagasi, who was exposed by Hou Wenjun, said with some annoyance.

Hou Wenjun, who was sitting on the wool carpet, suddenly leaned over and sat down beside him, and after sitting down, the host Bankar, who didn't say a word, leaned in front of Cagazi and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll give 300 million this year, 600 million next year, and 1.2 billion the year after next." However, my condition is that only six tribes can get the money this year, five tribes next year, four tribes the year after, and I will raze your seven tribes in the last year. I have the money, I don't know if Chief Kagazi can play? ”

With a "snap", Kagasi, who was humiliated by Hou Wenjun in person, slammed the golden wine bottle in his hand on the woolen carpet, and with an angry face, he also stared at Hou Wenjun's eyes fiercely and said, "Mr. Hou, don't forget that this is Benghazi, not your Hong Kong." It's not your turn to be ruthless here! ”

Throwing the cup is the number, I can't imagine that the Libyan turtles will also play this set. Hou Wenjun didn't look at the armed militia holding the hall in hand, he still looked at Kagashi with a smile on his face and said, "I know this is Benghazi, but so what? Since I dare to do the arms business between the United States and Libya, I will not be afraid of you turtles. ”

Although Hou Wenjun's last word for turtle was said in Chinese, everyone here understood that it would not be a good word.

"Let's get out first." Looking at the tense Kagasi and Hou Wenjun, Ma Kelu, who was in charge of playing the round and cleaning up the mess, waved to the militia who rushed in and signaled them to go out, and then said to Hou Wenjun with a smile: "Mr. Hou, why be angry? Kagazi you too, we are here to talk business, not to fight, and it is not good to scare our guests. ”

Hearing Ma Kelu's words, Hou Wenjun slowly retracted his body that leaned forward, picked up the golden wine bottle again, pecked a sip of camel milk, and said, "Mr. Ma Kelu, I think unnecessary temptation is better avoided." I think you should know a thing or two about what business I do, and this kind of means is useless to me. ”

Kagasi laughed, picked up the golden kettle in the middle of the carpet, filled Hou Wenjun's cup with camel milk, and said, "I'll just say that these little tricks are useless to Mr. Hou." ”

Hou Wenjun also smiled and picked up the golden wine bottle in his hand, and nodded with a smile to Kagasi, who helped him fill up the camel milk. This last big drama of laughter and enmity is also over, which also represents the official beginning of negotiations between the Hou group and the tribal alliance in eastern Libya. To be continued