Chapter 559: [Black Eye] Asco

"Thank you so much for giving me this face today."
In the magnificently furnished salon box, a gray man with a temple of about 40 years old, just enough to prove his rich experience, smiled, raised his tall cup, and five other people sitting on the sofa around him They also raised their glasses one after another.
Some of them are wearing fur fur, some are wearing suits and leather shoes, and some are wearing plain casual clothes, but without exception, these people have the same temperament-
Fierce.
Some people are floating on the surface, expressed by their bare heads and scars, and some are hidden, but their eyes are shining like a wolf.
The man who speaks alone, like a middle-aged priest, is perfectly integrated with the light blue suit on his body. If the other person is a sharp blade or a dagger, then he is like a book book.
No matter how you look at it, there seems to be another explanation.
At the end of the speech, the man gently put the goblet back on the shiny wooden table and leaned back into his thick leather chair.
The rest of people also locked their eyes on him, as if their subordinates were waiting for their superiors to speak.
"Believe, everyone knows why you are called."
The man said, picking a piece of tobacco from a fine box, igniting it with a lighter and spitting out a smoke ring.
"Regarding that batch of big goods, many people have heard the wind, but in my opinion, only seven of us are able to eat."
He paused and glanced at the people around him. Some of them were fidgety and some of them made eye contact again.
So, he put on a warm smile again.
"No need to be nervous, everyone is a strong faction in all aspects, I just want to call on everyone to unite."
The man put the cigarette in the ashtray, crossed his fingers, and said calmly:
"If everyone has their own ideas, what will you get in the end? The purchase price must be very high, and it is also difficult to sell. I hope everyone can do business peacefully and do this business well. Making big money together is now a'special period'. Even Congress is looking for ways to make money for us. We can't live up to the hard work of the MPs, ha ha ha!"
When he smiled, everyone around him laughed, but a few of them were really hard to say.
Suddenly, the smile on the man's face disappeared and he changed into a slightly tired look.
"Okay, don't sell Guanzi, let's be honest."
Suddenly everyone straightened.
"All the people here are acquaintances. What is the situation of Yasco? I think everyone knows it. It is a godfather. It is rumor, but is it true?"
He waved his hands, whispering sadly:
"I am nothing more than a dog raised by others. When I am happy to serve the main family, I will reward two bones. If the main family is not happy, the next second..."
The man placed the shape of a pistol with his right hand, and then gently touched his forehead.
"Bang! There are no dark eyes."
No one would think that the famous underground godfather of Asmetic was like a little middle-class who complained to friends in a bar.
"The boss of Yasco said a lot, and it is up to you to control the wrist of Asmodo who has not been in trouble for more than ten years, and the Solisk family can't treat you well."
He was talking about one of the bald men with scars on his face. Among them, his identity is the most special, because he is not only a gangster, but also a few people who can get on line with the blood worship, but this is only elegant. Sco and a few people know.
Originally, Yasco did not intend to invite the other party, because he did not like those cultists who loved living sacrifices, but the strength of the other party was very deep and could not be excluded. He could only invite an "outsider" by holding his nose.
"Dr. Zhuoke, don't you know, those of us, in their eyes...that's tuo shit! It's okay not to stick to the heel, just in case."
Jasco shook his head, and then continued his conversation.
"So I have an idea, it's not an idea, I just want everyone to do me a favor."
Very rare, Yasco picked up the bottle and filled the glasses one by one.
"Straight, I want this batch of big goods, because everyone knows that the state council elections will start next year. The main house is in urgent need of money and is urging me every day, but I have a batch of goods before. The people of the Prosecutor's Office have bitten it, and the holes that have come out cannot be filled."
He said with a sigh.
"Quan Dang is for everyone to help me, I will not let everyone suffer too much. It is said that the batch of goods is 15,000 tons. According to the current market price of 8.41 cents, it is probably less than 1.3 million."
Jasco picked up the tobacco in the ashtray again, but he didn't smoke, but flicked it between his fingers.
"According to the 30% profit, it will be less than 400,000. I will personally pay out 200,000, and your five companies will be divided equally, and there will certainly be follow-up supply sources. That’s it, I’m done.

At this time, the kind-hearted middle-aged man suddenly turned into a fierce wolf with sharp eyes, even more sharp than the surrounding five people, as if it were the head wolf in the wolf pack.
"Who agrees? Who opposes?"
For a time, everyone was restless.
"I object."
Suddenly, a bald bald man in a white suit sitting on the left hand side of Yasko made a noise, and he also had a cigarette in his hand.
A glance at the panicked crowd, the man took a breath and said slowly:
"Boss Yasco, this number... isn't it."
"Brother Yalin, what's your opinion?"
"Now the market price is 8.41 cents, but it is rising every moment. The market price was still 8.2 cents two months ago. I heard... The Red Palace is already talking about the feasibility of food control and rationing system. It’s going to go up, you’ve covered it in your hands for a year and a half, isn’t it more than that?

Suddenly the other four people whispered, but Yasco still maintained a very graceful smile, which made the talking man a little nervous and knotted his tongue. After a few seconds, he shunned.
"Furthermore, I heard that this batch of goods doesn't need money or real money. It doesn't even need a dog (referring to a gun). Just spend some scrap copper and iron. This profit... I'm afraid more than 30% ~EbookFREE.me~ According to me, there are always 70%, you just send us beggars, don't you just give us these?"
"He, what he said, okay, it seems reasonable."
The other person whispered and said what he thought. Others seemed to mean that. Yasco lowered his head and smiled, then patted his palm twice.
"Cute, you are really cute."
"Cough..."
Suddenly, the white man in the first speech choked on his neck, twitched and gave a painful gasp.
"he!"
When people around me saw it, the first thing they thought was not first aid, but to take out various life-saving items, such as a pendant, or a scroll that looked very old.
But Yasco raised his hand and said with a smile:
"No need to be nervous, Brother Yalin is just sick, wolf poison!"
The door was pushed open, and a burly man with a burly figure walked in. His skin was a rare pale red.
"Take Mr. Yalin to rest."
"Yes."
With that said, the giant man carried the man on his shoulders, immediately closed the door and closed the door.
"Okay, the episode is over. I hope to seek your opinions again. Who agrees? Who opposes?"
The same question, but no one said anything this time, and Yasco still had the kind smile on his face.
"Then thank you for your understanding and support. It's not too early, so I won't leave you for dinner."
Soon, the sorrowful crowd left the wolf den, and Yasco remained in the secret room, drinking alone.
When the seconds on the wall made a round, a slender figure emerged from the dark corner.
"Let me contact that person and say that my price has been paid, and things can be prepared within a week."