The Devil's Deal (4)

Edward walked into the room, closed the door with his hand, and said to Bob, "Business is okay, it's just that there is a shipment that is in a hurry to get rid of, and you know that the police are chasing me very closely, and my accomplices and I can barely hide." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info So I'm going to sell these things in my hand, and I hope you find a powerful buyer. You can sit down and talk about the price. ”

Bob smiled knowingly and asked softly, "What about my honorarium, have you figured out how to pay me?" ”

Edward took out a cigar from his pocket and handed Bob one by the way: "Well, according to the old rules, you take 20% commission on all goods." ”

Bob had a cigar in his mouth and shook his head gently: "I said old man, this time your case is extraordinary, the news has already alarmed the Interstellar Alliance Police Department!" The above demands to solve the case quickly, and the police are looking for you everywhere like a hornet! So, I ask for an increase in my commission, four or six percent, I four you six. ”

Edward pursed his lips and replied with a smile, "Isn't it too much for you to ask for forty percent, my brothers are waiting to eat!" They are not born and died as much as you alone! I think, wouldn't it be nice for you to take a little less, so that everyone can make money?

Bob casually spat out a smoke ring and said calmly, "Okay, for the sake of you and me old friends, I'll lose a little and take thirty percent." However, you have to be prepared for the black gold in the police, the number is 30 million, not a single one! ”

Edward said impatiently: "The appetite of the police is really growing, they want to squeeze the juice out of me, and there is no nourishment left!" Hey, what's the solution, hooligans and robbers also have to obey the unspoken rules! Okay, I'm all right, how did your buyer get in touch? ”

Bob patted Edward on the shoulder and said teasingly: "Buyer, I have found it a long time ago, very fat, a big capitalist!" He has multiple hedge funds under his umbrella, and I can assure you that there are no issues with the ability to pay! He's a famous billionaire himself, and I'm sure you've heard of it. Please go to the inner room and talk, for this noble guest happens to be here right now. He is very interested in your goods and money is not a problem for him. ”

Edward and Bob walked towards the office inside, Bob gently pushed open the office door, slapped his face a few times and said loudly, "Earl Dalton, our guest is here!" ”

Edward looked into the office and saw an elderly gentleman with gray hair sitting on the couch across from the office. The old gentleman looked up slowly, and it turned out to be an old fellow with crazy eyes and a smirk on his face. He was neatly dressed and wore a gold family medal pinned to his neckline. He let go of his hand gripping the cane and made an inquiring gesture to Edward and Bob.

Bob lowered his voice and said to Edward beside him: "This old man has a strange personality, and he talks about business in a different way, relying entirely on gestures. But don't underestimate his IQ, he's a complete old fox! ”

The two men smiled at each other, but the smile quickly froze, slowly fading from their faces, and Bob held out his hand and motioned for Edward to sit on the couch on the other side of the desk. Edward sat down casually, his eyes colliding violently with the Earl of Dalton opposite. Dalton straightened his gray hair, put his hand back on the crutches, and put a smile on his face. There was a brief silence in the office, and Edward and Earl Dalton stared at each other for five minutes. Edward coughed impatiently, stood up and unbuttoned his trench coat, hanging it on the hanger behind him.

Bob smiled and stood up, and said to the two of them kindly, "Happy cooperation, I'll go to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of brandy, and we will talk while drinking." ”

Bob slowly approached the wine cabinet, looked through the glass, reached out to open the closed door of the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of brandy from inside. Earl Dalton sat on the sofa and shouted to Bob in a hoarse voice, "Hey, Bob, bring me a bottle of red wine, I am not used to drinking other wines." Well, also, adding a little ice to the wine, I'm not in the same mood as before, and the red wine is refreshing, and there are certain euphoric effects. ”

Bob nodded slightly to Earl Dalton: "Okay, Earl, I'll choose you a bottle of fine red wine, I'm sure you'll like it!" This bottle of red wine comes from the old Bordeaux estate, oh, where you are from, with golden sunshine, thousands of acres of vineyards, and the most traditional winemaking techniques – this is the true world-renowned century-old vintage. Bob took a slender bottle from the wine cabinet and placed it gently on the coffee table in front of the Count.

Earl Dalton stretched out a finger and said in a low voice, "Oh, Bob, don't forget to give me some cardiotonics, I love this thing, and it tastes even better with it!" ”

Bob returned to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out a packet of white powder, which he brought to the Earl of Dalton.

Earl Dalton grabbed the white powder, put it under his nose and sniffed vigorously: "Well, yes, it's the best methamphetamine!" ”

Bob lifted the cap for the Count and poured all the white powder into it. The powder mixes with the liquor, producing a lot of gas that forms a mist at the mouth of the bottle. Bob fills the glass with liquor, the bright red liquid swirling in the glass. The Earl of Dalton stared at the glass, his eyes radiating a strange light, his throat moving up and down, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Wonderful! Bob has yours! ”

Bob made a triumphant gesture toward Dalton while winking mischievously. Earl Dalton's emotions burned like firewood, his withered hands trembled from the mild Parkinson's, he took the glass and cocked his neck to drink it all, then patted his chest and burped, and rolled his eyes at Bob with pleasure. The Count's hands and feet began to twitch together, and his white hair swayed with it, and he couldn't control his body with a violent reaction, and his hands desperately grasped the crutches like the last straw in his life. Methamphetamine and red wine produced intense hallucinations in an instant, and the Earl of Dalton's sluggish spirit suddenly disappeared, and his exuberant energy was revived. The Count grabbed the crutches with both hands and struck the floor hard, and exclaimed, "It's so exciting, give me another drink!" Pour...... Fill up! ”

Bob held the bottle and poured the Count again with red wine, a subtle smile creeping into the corners of his mouth.

Bob put down the bottle and walked to the side of the wine cabinet and said to Edward Nunu, "Man, what are you drinking?" ”

Edward looked up at Bob and replied coldly, "Bring me a bottle of punch, I love its magical taste." ”

Bob pulls out a flat bottle from the wine cabinet with a drawing of a fire-breathing dragon. Bob casually threw it into Edward's mouth and shouted, "Then, man! This bottle of wine is yours! ”

The bottle spun in the air, carrying the sound of the howling wind, drawing a clear parabola towards Edward's head. Edward turned to the side, raised his hand and grabbed the bottle, looking over to Bob from the bottle in front of him.

"It's good, I didn't get my head broken!" Bob said teasingly. (To be continued.) )