I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery - v2 Chapter 517 oh my old man

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The sky was completely dark, and layers of dark clouds blocked the faint light of the first quarter moon.

The port is still brightly lit, but the originally prosperous place is silent at this time, and people in different clothes are waiting in silence, no smiles on their faces.

"Lord Seraph."

Seraph turned his head and frowned, "What the **** is going on over there?"

No one would have noticed the gunshot just now, something must have happened on Todd's side.

"Mr. Todd and the others were brought down, but—" the person who came to report saw that Seraphim's expression was wrong, and quickly added, "but none of them were in danger, and no one was found at the scene."

"...It's fine." Seraphim was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, "Okay."

"Yes! We will definitely step up our vigilance!"

Seraph watched the people leave, and turned his attention back to the freighter—and the people who got off the freighter.

"...Rats?"

The visitor was blond, blue-eyed, wheat-colored, dressed in a custom white suit, and looked exactly like a wealthy white man. He stopped not far from the seraphim with the heavily armed black bodyguards behind him, and looked at them inquiringly in non-standard Japanese.

"It doesn't look like it."

"Are you interested in another trade partner, Mr. Wilson?" Seraph said in a low voice. "As you can see, it may be difficult for the Rats to come to the appointment tonight."

Wilson raised his eyebrows and said yin and yang, "Oh, my God, what a surprise! You know us well."

Seraphim instead sank.

The attitude of the other party is not very good... and yes, anyone who sees a problem with their own transaction will not be very good.

Only in this way, it would be a little troublesome to eat this batch of goods.

"Listen to me," Wilson took a few steps forward, seemingly sure he wouldn't be attacked, "I'm not interested in your infighting. But for this deal, my boss named me—"

He pointed to himself, squinting at the seraphim, "Name me, and the rats, and finish. This is what's written on the contract. Am I clear enough?"

"I don't think Pala Group's business is so rigid." Seraph said calmly, although his tone was polite, but he didn't mean to back down. "Otherwise, you should have filed for bankruptcy long ago."

"We've always been very contractual," Wilson said boldly. "Breach of contract is a serious accident—I mean serious, understand?"

He rubbed his fingers, his eyes gleaming, "I mean, the consequences are mostly economic."

The seraphim secretly greeted a string of each other's family members.

Black-hearted businessmen... nothing more than wanting to take advantage of this opportunity to raise prices.

"With all due respect." Seraph glanced at the freighter, "the cost of shipping this shipment is not cheap. In Tokyo, no one but us dared to take the risk of offending the rats to take over this shipment. It's also something we don't want to see if we let Mr Wilson run in vain."

"Tsk." Wilson was guessed, and smacked his lips impatiently, "You don't have the sincerity of doing business."

"If you are sincere or insincere, you still have the final say."

Wilson took a few steps back and forth, and suddenly looked up at the seraphim, "What's your name?"

"Seraph."

"Then, Mr. Seraph, are you the leader of your organization?"

"It's not like that," Seraph replied politely, "I'm just a trivial **** under the seat of the Acting Lord."

Wilson was stunned for a moment, his Japanese level was not enough for him to understand the second half of the seraphim mixed with classical Japanese, but the first half of the sentence had already made him confirm what he wanted to ask.

"Sorry." His tone was unapologetic, "I can only trade with the boss of your organization, and this is also to ensure the smooth progress of the transaction."

It's not that he looks down on these so-called underworlds in Japan, but compared to his own company, these are just guys who are domineering in a city, and their vision is really bad.

Para Group is a large multinational company, even with ties to the military. The Japanese market is completely underwhelming.

However, in recent years, the directors have tended to develop here, and this transaction is also an attempt to test the market here - so you must not go wrong.

"How can such a trivial matter trouble the agent." Seraphim was unmoved. He knew that Mr. Qi had never been interested in their actions, and this action was no exception. "I can be responsible for this."

In fact, he also really wanted Mr. Qi to intervene in the organization, but unfortunately this lord didn't seem to have given them his will in a short period of time, which made him very regretful.

"NO. No." Wilson made a fork on his chest with an exaggerated expression, "This time the volume of goods is so large, I have to talk to your boss directly."

"This…"

"Otherwise, I'd rather pull these cute little things back the same way." Wilson said in a tough tone, "This is my only request at the moment."

Seraph narrowed his eyes.

These old ghosts are really proud. It seems that there is really nothing to talk about.

"That-"

"—I'll talk to you." Qi's temperatureless voice sounded from the darkness.

Seraph and Wilson looked in the direction of the voice at the same time, and a tall, thin figure was standing under the streetlight. The lights of the port were as bright as day, but there was no reflection on his pure black coat.

His expression was a little tired, but more indifferent. Light brown eyes, like inorganic glass beads, were looking at them coldly.

"Mr. Seven!" Seraph exclaimed in surprise. The composure on his face was completely lost from the negotiation just now.

Mr. Qi actually condescended to come? And at the right time? Could it be that Mr. Qi was actually watching him all the time before?

Seraphim's body trembled slightly.

Under the gaze of Mr. Qi, he actually made such a big mistake...

Wilson looked at him.

Is this the leader of this organization? It looks so young.

Nan Ling was also looking at him. The contents of his brain and the expression of facial paralysis are quite separated.

[Oh, look, my old buddy! I can not believe it! I swear to God, the last time I negotiated with another organization was like the Middle Ages. The Virgin Mary is on - I wish it wasn't true, but it was an unexpected overtime. Oh, that's too bad, as bad as Mrs. Susan's apple pie next door. Heck! Is there anything sadder than this? Terrible, I really want to kick your **** with my boots! ]