Chapter 54: Negotiations
"Olivia, you can't be cowardly! If a soldier instigates one, he will instigate a nest. You are no longer the B-level civilian you used to be, with tens of millions of dollars in your hands every day, and your identity is an important leader of a mysterious organization. β
Luo Yin looked at Olivia with hatred, why can't she be tough?
Susie, who was carrying a sword box, was full of aura, but she had a murderous momentum. It's not like you're negotiating with someone, it's like you're trying to take advantage of the negotiation to cut someone.
After the auction, Luo Yin successfully caught the most important fish, the genuine old cowboy Henkel. It's not the fat house that doesn't pretend to be a revolver.
Two years ago, when they were still making money from the regional gang business, the Henkel family was the big brother of the Samaritans. Every quarter, you have to pay money according to the size of the site, and the alchemy items produced and sold must also be supplied to a batch.
Old Henkel felt that this new gang was not so simple, but because they paid the money very happily, they never made any big trouble on the turf, so they never took care of it.
Later, some half-breed moles were stuffed in, but none of them could get mixed with the management. The other side has its own half-breed talent base.
Last year, Henkel realized that something was not quite right. Although the territory of this gang is not large, the spread process is surprisingly stable, and the strength is a bit bottomless.
Until a few months ago, his spies at the Kassel Academy reported on the invasion of the super-intelligent Samaritans into the Academy. Old Henkel finally realized that something was wrong, that he had raised a monster in his backyard.
As a result, all the Samaritans' money continued to be paid on time and in quantity, which made the family's intelligence officers uncomfortable. Until today, the other party took the opportunity of the auction house and readily agreed to have a head-on dialogue with Henkel.
Henkel and the talented descendants of the various families waited for their arrival in the bar where they were cleared. Two years ago, the other party only dared to pretend to be a ghost through video conversations, and it seems that he feels that he is not the same as in the past.
At this time, outside the bar, Luo Yin was still cheering for Olivia.
"Momentum, momentum! You're there to negotiate, and you're not going to bow down. β
The chief steward bared his teeth viciously, looking like a frightened little milk cat. There is no help.
Luo Yin put on dark sunglasses with oval lenses for her, "Wait for you to talk less, speak slowly, don't be emotional, and read directly according to the script." β
Olivia, dressed in a black suit and trousers, walked ahead, while Susie and Luo Yin wore masks, guarding her on the left and right. The platoon is full, it's up to you to play.
βthe tequiniγβ
Olivia pushed the door open and ordered herself a cocktail.
Based on agave, add vermouth and a dash of lemon juice. The entrance is extremely spicy, wrapping the tongue with bitterness, and finally finishing with a mellow finish.
"Samaria, is it such a young girl?"
"I'm just his subordinate. He, it's not easy to show up. β
Henkel gulped down the whisky in his hand, and the snapping sound of the shot glasses on the table made a crisp sound.
"There's a lot of stuff you throw out at auction that we've never talked to. It can be understood that you are not very satisfied with me as a business partner? β
"Those are just small toys that don't make it to the table. What we wanted to talk to Mr. Henkel about was really big business. β
Olivia held on. momentum, can't collapse.
"Tell me about it."
"Hunter's Net. The number of hybrids gathered by the hunter network is now more than that of the secret party, and the annual transaction volume is as high as billions.
Such a good business, but let them do it in the gutter, stuffing everything dirty into it, and making a small business on it is still frightening.
The secret party is so noble that it doesn't want to meddle in these things. But we're interested, we can make a better one than Hunter.com. β
Henkel listened patiently as Olivia slowly recounted his business plan, holding his chin and saying nothing, as if he was thinking about a partnership.
"It's up to you to make a better one?"
Bang!
There were two crisp sounds, and Olivia didn't see the old man's movements clearly, and the two alchemy revolvers had been slapped heavily on the marble tabletop, spinning in circles.
"We're not qualified. But with the addition of the Henkel family, it is qualified. We provide the technology, and with your prestige, within a year, Hunter.com will be lost to history. β
"Young man, who gave you the confidence to be our partner?"
The old cowboy pressed the huge revolver with both hands at the same time, and Texas dawned. He is not tall, and his upper body leans forward slightly, but it gives people the ferocity of a tiger or a wolf.
Behind him, those polite young elite white-collar workers, their golden eyes were lit, and dragon blood was flowing. As the heir of a half-breed family, the people in this room have at least an A-grade bloodline.
"An organization that has just emerged for two or three years, and has made some money from small fights, thinks that it can stir up the storm on the stage of the half-breed world?
Youngster. Go back and read more books, learn about the world, and come and talk to me about business in a decade. β
"The Henkel family, which gave up dragon slaying many years ago and indulged in building a business empire, doesn't seem to be the right person to educate us as seniors on this point.
What do you say, am I right? β
Olivia repeated what Luo Yin meant. She felt that after saying this, the atmosphere in the bar had dropped to freezing point.
The little old man had a wooden face, and he didn't answer or show any expression. To die, to die, to die......
The waiter placed a cocktail with a slice of yellow lime in front of Olivia, and she raised her glass as Luo Yin commanded. What is this for, toasting?
Let's say cheers, Henkel boss was joking just now, and it seems that there is still a bit of a way to live.
Divine Judgment.
As Henkel opened his field, Olivia felt like her heart was going to explode.
Die! Die! Die!
In the dark, her heart and skull were locked, and nothing could stop her vital point from being pierced by bullets.
Luo Yin crouched down with his head in his hands, and Susie completely liberated the suppressed bloodline.
Susie, save me! Olivia let out a heartfelt cry.
At this moment, a brass, delicately carved bullet was discharged from Henkel's hands at the same time.
The Holy Judgment is an extremely powerful spirit of speech, and its effect is very similar to the golden meteor stab that Odin unleashes when he does not throw Kungunir.
Blessed Judgment's bullets are guaranteed to hit, ignoring most areas such as time zero, and greatly increasing damage.
But of course, the Holy Judgment is crackable, otherwise it would not be a dream for Henkel to use the Sage's Stone bullet to kill the Dragon King indiscriminately.
The Sword Emperor erupted. With the blessing of the S-level bloodline, Susie's spiritual power has been more than ten times that of the beginning.
More than 20 iron knives flew out of each table at the same time, forming a criss-crossing web of slashing.
In the first round of slashing, six bullets fired by Henkel were cut into 24 fragments. Before it could explode, a second round of slashes swept in, causing a series of explosions in midair.
After the third round of slashes, the six bullets had turned into explosive dust, and under the effect of the power of words, they continued to fly towards Olivia, landing on her forehead and heart, like a thin mist.
Under Susie's manipulation, the broken table knife swirled and floated around the necks of the young onlookers, sometimes cutting a small cut if she was not careful.
Some of them were more well-informed, and they recognized this as the Spirit Sword Emperor. Fuck, how could this spirit be so fast!
Henkel held two revolvers, of which there were six bullets left. Four pure black rappiers floated out of the iron box behind Susie's back, ready to strike.
The golden meteor fired by Kungunir is difficult to deal with because it is not an entity. And the bullet is such a thing, just smash it before it hits.
Bang!
Olivia gulped down the bitter cocktail without any taste in her mouth. She slammed the cup on the table, and the rim cracked.
She didn't say a word (frightened), but everyone present understood her momentum:
I don't need to do it myself, I have such a strong subordinate! We're not qualified!
Henkel's muscles tensed. If he maxed out the Divine Judgment, he might be able to break through the defenses and kill Olivia.
But if the other party has a nervous heart, the rest of the people in this room will die from the Sword Emperor, and he can't explain it later.
In the bar, it is now a literal saber rattling, and the smoke of gunfire is everywhere.
At this moment, the man appeared.
He was wearing a KFC family bucket paper bag and a glass of tequila in his hand, and banged on the door.
"Hell, let me dig a hole first."
Henkel had a look on his face that I didn't want to live anymore, and watched as this critic dug his eye holes and saw the situation in the bar.
"Ah, you haven't finished talking yet, so I'll go back first."
Grass, what do I see! Fingal, why are you here? What kind of faction are you......
Henkel felt that sooner or later he would be so angry with this thing that he had a heart attack.
"Sit down!"
"Oooh." Uncle KFC sat down obediently.
"Although I don't understand why everyone is making an unpleasant fuss, but harmony makes money, harmony makes money."
Fingal pressed the muzzle of Henkel's hot gun and told the old man not to move.
"I'm starting to count, three, let's lay down our weapons. 3, 2, 1, put! β
No one at all birds him.
"Mr. Henkel, shall we start talking now?"
Olivia asked in a deep voice as she pressed her trembling hands tightly.
"Your plan, tell me."
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