Chapter 930: I'll eat a little

Tang Yu remained unhurried, like a respected wise man, chuckling and smiling: "His Royal Highness, what do you think of the value of your own son?"
"My son is in my heart, naturally priceless."
King Shen of the Kingdom of Islam said, "But at the national level, it is still more important. How can I get home without a country? As far as I am concerned, I will naturally bring my son back, but it is not involved. The whole country."
The meaning of the other party is very simple. What do you let me personally do to help my son? That's okay, but if our country suffers huge losses, we will not lose the net.
Tang Yu understands that this is the other person telling himself his bottom line.
Tang Yu didn't take it seriously, but she stretched out and said lightly: "Two conditions. The first condition, if you want to bring your son back, first sign a peaceful coexistence agreement with our Vatican State. You must not target our Vatican State. This country does nothing to fight revenge. "
"There is no problem with this. The national war is inherently unwise."
The King of Islam breathed a sigh of relief and agreed briskly.
The war between the two countries is a very serious issue. If you can't fight, you can't fight, otherwise you will lose the national strength of your country.
Tang Yu nodded and said, "The second condition is that your country is a very big country. If you want to bring your son back, you have to pay a ransom? Of course, we don't want much, just this number. "
Talking, Tang Yu stretched out five fingers.
"Five billion?"
The King of the Kingdom of Islam lost his heart. Five billion is really not much for a big country, not to mention, this is his own son, it is indeed worth it.
However, Tang Yu shook his head and said seriously: "It's 50 billion, not 500 million."
"What? 50 billion, this is impossible!"
Listening to this number, the King of Islam was startled, his eyes widened, and he immediately turned away.
50 billion, this number he will never accept, this has far exceeded the limit he can bear!
"In your eyes, do you think your son is worth only 500 million?"
Tang Yu said faintly: "Are you supposed to pass the meal? Five hundred million yuan, you will take away the prince of your country? Although our Vatican Kingdom is not big, but there is still no shortage of those five billion yuan. Since His Royal Highness is not sincere Then, forget it, well, your 500 million son is still listening to what you say. "
As soon as this remark was made, the king of Islam turned black and his heart was furious! This bastard, talking about his son again, this is driving him crazy. What is my son worth 500 million? This is typical of burying yourself!
"10 billion! I take out 10 billion at most!"
The King of Islam grunted his teeth.
"No, 40 billion, no less!"
"Twenty billion!"
"No, 30 billion!"
"25 billion, this is already my limit, don't force me!"
The king of Islam slammed the table, shouting in anger.
"Okay, the deal! Only 25 billion!" Tang Yu said with a firm finale, and said solemnly, "Looking at Your Royal Highness like you are so sincere, I will lose some money and admit it!"
"Ga ?!"
Hearing that Tang Yu was so happy, he agreed that the King of the Kingdom of Iran was suddenly stunned, and his head was a little dizzy. The next moment, he wished to slap himself severely!
Hey, he was so angry that he accidentally got into this kid's prank. You still suffer, it ’s me! At 25 billion, he feels like a 25!
This guy has never really wanted to get 50 billion from his own hands since he opened the European style. This kid is waiting for his bargain, and then strives for the best benefits for himself!
At the beginning, the other party left them here for more than an hour. It was also to stir up their anxiety and make them easy to get angry. As soon as people got angry, IQ would plummet and they would be guided by the other party!
Looking at this scene, the masters of the Grand Prix behind Tang Yu opened their mouths at this moment, looking at Tang Yu like a god, full of extreme worship!
25 billion, it is really about 25 billion. This is not what Tang Yu himself said, but what the King of Islam said.
But they watched Tang Yu introduce the King of the Kingdom of Islam into the ditch little by little, it was incredible!
Modine stared at Tang Yu beside her with infatuation, her eyes full of love. This is his own man. He is so powerful and fascinating!
At this moment, the king of the country of Islam was iron-blue, and the whole man was panting, not really light. If it was not in the Vatican, he would have been soaring.
"Very good, Mr. Tang is really smart and admirable."
The king of Islam eased, and said indifferently. Just deep in the eyes, a wiping machine passed quietly, without a trace.
"you are welcome."
Tang Yu said with a smile: "Since the price of the ransom has been determined, then His Royal Highness can sign an agreement with my goddess wife and pay the ransom. After finishing, the Prince will naturally be delivered to you in peace."
Tang Yu was secretly alert. This guy is indeed the King of the State of Islam. After suffering such a big loss, he can still maintain a calm look, and the cultivation is really strong enough. If you are yourself, you can't get vomited.
However, I don't know if it's my own illusion. I just felt a killing suddenly, but it passed away, and it didn't seem to exist.
However, I have to be vigilant. It is undeniable that the King of the State of Islam absolutely has a strong killing on himself, and he can't wait to kill himself!
Although the other party is not able to deal with the Vatican, it is extremely easy to deal with yourself.
The King of Islam glanced at Tang Yu and left with Modine.
When the king of Islam departed, Tang Yu set his sight on the king of Italy.
Feeling Tang Yu's gaze, the Italian King's heart tightened!
Since becoming the king of Italy, he felt for the first time that he had diplomacy with others, but sovereignty was not in his own hands. Moreover, he was also very restrained, even if he had to say a word carefully.
Before, the dialogue between the King of Islam and Tang Yu had been analyzing. With the lessons learned from the King of the State of Islam, it stands to reason that he would be relaxed, but now he doesn't have a sense of ease, but is even more heavy. This Tang Yu is just a monster!
"The king of Islam is gone, let's have a good talk."
Tang Yu looked at the King of Italy and smiled, "His Royal King of Italy, do you have nothing to say to me?"