Chapter 502: doubt

Sir Beckdorf looked at Jin Li's expression, and he guessed that it should be almost done.
Sure enough, Jin Li looked at Sir Beckdorf with surprise after reading the gift list: "Unexpectedly, your kinsmen are so sincere. I accepted this gift. When will it be given to me?"
Sir Beckdorf: "...You can deliver it now if you need it, or we can send someone to your address after you return home."
Jin Li thought for a while: "Then wait until I return to my country before sending it away. With so many things, it is not convenient to move back."
Sir Beckdorf said in his heart that if you don't like too much, you can ask for less.
He looked at Jinli with a painful look on his face and put away the gift list, as if he had been cut off-the blood clan has a strict internal hierarchy. How could this humiliating compensation be made by the noble Duke?
Therefore, all Mao Shan's hairs this time were plucked from the private property of Bakerdo.
But it hurt him badly.
When the matter was over, he didn't want to stay in this sad place anymore, saying goodbye to Jinli in a quick tone.
Lu Jianzhen was still a little surprised: "Are you leaving so soon?"
Sir Beckdorf admired this outstanding artist, but he was not in the mood to greet him: "There is something at home."
Lu Jianzhen nodded in understanding.
On the balcony, Jin Li triumphantly shook the gift list in front of Lu Zhengya: "Apologize to the blood."
Lu Zhengya raised his eyebrows: "Are you still paying?"
Jin Li told him about the Shen Supervision Bureau.
Lu Zhengya looked at the gift list in his hand, was silent for a while, and said sincerely, "Awesome."
He thought by the way: I don't know the negotiator at the Supervision Bureau, would you like to be a part-timer?
When Lu’s negotiating team puts a name on it and cooperates with other companies in the future, it may save a lot of money.

After Sir Beckdorf returned, he went to the castle of the Duke of Cappadocia.
The Duke was in a bad mood, and no one would be happy if he was slaughtered severely-even if he was not paying the money.
But this can be regarded as being severely slapped in the face.
He saw Sir Becker and asked in a cold voice, "Did the things go out?"
Sir Beckdorf nodded.
Seeing the subordinate's wilting look, the Duke felt a little embarrassed, but only a little bit.
The blood clan is used to being arrogant, these subordinates, in the Duke's heart, are just dogs of the same clan.
The Duke eased his expression: "This time, I have worked hard for you. Today, you can eat with me."
Sir Becker was delighted for a year: "Thank you, Lord Duke."
This is great glory!
Lunch is ready quickly-it's actually very simple.
On the magnificent table covered with snow-white tablecloths, the Duke was seated in the head, and Sir Beckdorf was seated at the bottom.
In front of the two of them, they used delicate crystal cups, filled with a cup of bright red blood.
The Duke held up the cup of blood with his pale fingers, and his slender fingers were imprinted on the bright red blood.
"This is the blood of the freshest and purest beautiful girl. Baker, you taste it." The Duke whispered.
"Thank you, Lord Duke." Sir Beckdorf took up the crystal glass in his hand and prepared to drink it.
But I don't know why, the sweet and sweet blood that used to be in the eyes of Sir Beckdorf at this moment...somehow makes him feel a little uncomfortable.
He wondered in his heart: Could it be the Lord Duke, who used the defective product to prevaricate me?
It shouldn't.
But he didn't dare to have any doubts, closed his eyes and drank it.