Chapter 889: The best little beauty

Although the Marquez family has not had a strong momentum in the past years, but the Buffett family and the Morton family, but as one of the founding families of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, and a woman from the tribe married to the Los Angeles Empire, the Earl of Burris, so The status of the city of chaos is still lofty.
Today's banquet was held at Marques Manor. It was a well-known figure in the chaotic city business.
Moreover, it is said that there is also a mysterious VIP who will attend, and it is also the appetite of many people.
A person who can make the Marquis family a VIP, the privilege of identity can be considered.
Such a banquet, the beauty is naturally indispensable, in addition to the family, there are many beautiful people who come here for various purposes, holding a glass of wine, smiling at their own goals.
"Don't you say that Miss Cress of Buffett Money House is coming to me today? People?" A fat middle-aged man sat, his eyes glanced in the crowd, his expression a little uncomfortable and the servant on the side said.
The servant respectfully said: "Master, she made an appointment with you three days ago. I told you to come to the party to see you according to your instructions. If she wants to pull a deposit from your hand, it should already be Arrived."
Bart smiled coldly: "Oh, swearing, even my pigeons dare to let go. If it comes today, she must be good-looking. If she dares not come, starting today, I can see where she can pull money."

Chris, who wore a water blue dress, had already come, and stood in the shadow of the corner with a glass of white wine, carefully looking at Bart's back.
Bart Selt is the biggest horse team and owner of the chaos in the city of chaos. In addition to the big families with their own horses, and some retailers who run their own transportation, nearly one-third of the goods in the chaotic city are leaning against his horse team. Shipped to various places.
This alone made him one of the top aristocrats in the city of chaos.
However, in the past two or three decades, Bart’s family has lost a lot of content compared with other big families. Compared with the giants such as the Morton family and the Buffett family, there is still a big gap.
However, the team is doing the first payment, basically no loss of money, so Bart's hands have huge cash, which is unmatched by others.
For this, the most sensitive nature is Buffett Money House.
However, in Buffett's internal documents, Bart is a local rich businessman in the city of chaos, and has a huge amount of cash, but the recommendation index is counted down. The rating is: Female salesmen are not recommended to get along with each other.
The reason is very simple. Bart is a thoroughly satyr and metamorphosis. With a huge amount of deposits as a bait, he has already started to work for Buffett’s staff several times, and afterwards he has not promised the previous promises under various excuses. Blacklisted.
Chris naturally knows this. If it is not the end of the month, and the deposit limit of 30 million copper coins in their branch is not met, she will not target him.
This kind of guy she had encountered before, but several times she was subtly resolved, not as silly as the girls lost their innocence, and finally did not get what they wanted.
But now she has already got the deposit promise of the Duke of Abraham. Although it is not his entire property, it should not be less than 30 million copper coins. After she has a bottom, she is dealing with the old fritters like Bart. There is also more room for tumbling.
She is more concerned about herself than the indicator.
And this kind of soft and hard guys who let the little girls who are responsible for pulling money obey, is always her most disgusted.
Bart’s gaze looked at the deep, those wealthy businessmen who were gathered together, talking and laughing, and finished drinking the wine in the glass. These old things were all on the head and they couldn’t see him running. The boss of the transport, although not speaking on the surface, did not say anything bad about him in the back.
He has been making bigger and bigger horses in these years. The negotiation of the second largest horse team in the chaos of chaos has been carried out almost. As long as the horse team is eaten, the logistics of the chaotic city is controlled by his hands. It will take a long time, even if Ian and Jeffrey see him.
"And those guys, when should I have to lick my face around me to please me?" Bart smiled mockingly.
As for why he came here today, in addition to trying to lie to the little beauty who was seen before, it is more important to see the mysterious VIP.
He got some news, although it has not been confirmed, but it is enough to let him take a special trip.
Chris watched for a while, handed the glass to a waiter, sorted out her dress, took a deep breath and walked towards Bart.
"Mr. Bart, I am Chris from Buffett, I am very happy to meet you." Chris walked up to Bart's body and smiled politely.
Bart held the glass and looked up at Chris, his eyes slightly bright, revealing a hint of coveted.
The beautiful and fascinating Chris, wearing a water-blue one-shoulder dress, reveals a delicate collarbone and a looming gully. The pale gold micro-volume long hair is scattered, and the white sables exposed from the long skirt are slender. The calf is even more so that he can't move his eyes.
"The best little beauty." Bart's mouth was slightly upturned, but his face suddenly became a little gloomy, sneering and looking at Chris: "You said you want to see me, but let me wait for you for so long, Do you know how precious my time is?"
"Sorry Mr. Bart, I have delayed some time because of work, and there are still ten minutes from the time we agreed. I didn't expect you to come so early." Chris still had a professional smile on her face. Not even showing the slightest self-blame and fear.
"Agreed time?" Bart grinned with some disdain, watching Chris: "When will I come, that is the appointment time, and you, shouldn't you wait here in advance? And, is there still? More important than me?"
There was a bit of disgust in Chris’s eyes, but her face did not show up. The extent of Bart’s boredom was more than legendary.
"You don't want to pull 30 million deposits from me? Then I will give you a chance." Bart screamed at the waiter who was holding the tray not far away, waiting for him to come to the front and back, pointing to the tray. The eight glasses of wine said: "You have all drunk these wines. If this is over, don't even talk about anything."