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Chapter 84 Rorschach, Never Compromise!
Looking directly at Bronte's aggressive eyes, Rorschach understood that he couldn't get along with someone who cared about his authority above all else.

What Bronte wants is not compromise, but surrender!

In Los Santos, Rorschach has dealt with mercenaries, gang bosses, government departments, and business tycoons, and knows this kind of people very well.

Compared with Los Santos, the west with imperfect legal system has a rougher and more primitive style of dealing with things.

As long as there is a trace of weakness, the enemy will swarm him like a bloodthirsty hyena and tear him to pieces.

Even if he takes a step back and compromises with Bronte, allowing him to invest in his company and get a share of the profits, Bronte will never stop there. On the contrary, he will feel that Rorschach is weak and can be bullied, and will push forward even more!
If you want to invest in his company today, you will take over his company tomorrow, and even all his property must be handed over the day after tomorrow.

The best way to deal with a hyena is to hit it on the forehead with a shotgun and tell it:

"You messed with the wrong person!"

Having made a decision in his heart, Luo Xia pretended to be hesitant on the surface, and asked:
"I see... If I agree to your investment, will the factory be able to lift the seal and resume production?"

Hearing this, Bronte's eyes lit up, he smiled, and said to the two subordinates beside him in Italian:

"You see, a young man is a young man after all, if you frighten him a little, he will lose his dignity."

Amidst the laughter of his subordinates, Bronte turned his head, took a sip of his cigar, then raised his chin, and replied proudly:

"Of course! In Saint-Denis, who dares to seize my factory?!"

After acting out his inner struggle, Rorschach finally made a compromise to Bronte:

"Fine. But I need time to think about it."

This answer obviously satisfied Bronte.

He stretched out his hand and patted Rorschach's shoulder twice, "Of course, of course...tonight, enjoy yourself first, and mingle with these vulgar scumbags!"

"Then you'll miss the shit-smelling town and the cheap perfume on whores..."

"Then, you come to my mansion and give your answer. You know where I live..."

Hearing this, Rorschach nodded and forced a smile, "Okay, Mr. Bronte, then I won't bother you."

The moment he turned to leave the balcony, the fake smile on Rorschach's face disappeared instantly.

Take Joe and Johnson out of the second floor and come to the garden on the first floor.

In the garden, the well-dressed upper class people are like dolls from the same template.

They all hold a glass of wine in their hands, and when they catch someone, they start talking.

Luo Xia didn't go to deal with anyone, but went straight to the various buffet tables, enjoying the food at the banquet.

The banquet was indeed very luxurious.

Even the various gourmet snacks are exquisite and delicious.

And just as Rorschach grabbed the third fresh oyster and put it in his mouth, Johnson, who had just witnessed a big game with his own eyes, finally couldn't help asking:
"Boss, are you really not going to do anything else, just compromise with this Italian bastard?"

As soon as these words came out, even Joe, who had been silent all this time, rolled his eyes to look at the young employer.

In his impression, this handsome and kind black-haired young man is not the kind of person who gives up or admits defeat easily...

Hearing Johnson's words did not slow down Rorschach's cooking.

He just picked up a piece of salt-baked smoked salmon and said casually:
"Compromise? Who said I would compromise?"

compromise?

He is Rorschach!
Rorschach's life motto is never compromise! ! !
Rorschach's answer made the corners of Joe's mouth curl up slightly, but it made Johnson feel confused:
"But, you were up there just now..."

"Don't worry, I've already thought of a way to resume production in the factory without compromise. It's rare to come to the banquet, so don't just stand around and meet some people, or have something to eat..."

Seeing that Rorschach looked completely unburdened or unhappy, Johnson opened his mouth and did not continue to ask.

He followed Rorschach for more than two months.

He also knew that this young boss never did anything he was not sure about.

Chicken rolls, baked snails, grilled beef short ribs, truffle guinea fowl pie...

After tasting all the delicacies at the banquet and watching the fireworks show of this era, the satiated Rorschach took Johnson and Joe and left this luxurious upper-class banquet.

. . .

The next day.

Alone, Rorschach came directly to the north of Saint-Denis, Flavian Street near the Black Marsh.

Bronte's mansion is located here.

Coming to the big iron gate at the main entrance of the mansion, behind the gate a man in a suit with a gun under his arm immediately looked at the uninvited guest.

At the same time, he involuntarily put his hand on the holster under his arm.

"Excuse me, I have an appointment with Mr. Bronte."

"who are you?"

"Rorschach Arnos."

"Wait here a moment."

After leaving such a sentence, the younger brother turned around and walked into the mansion.

After a while, he came out from the inside and opened the big iron door directly.

The man looked Rorschach up and down first, and after confirming that he was not threatening, he said in awkward English with an accent, "Mr. Bronte is waiting for you in the living room."

Following behind the younger brother, he entered the mansion, and under the watchful eyes of several guards, Rorschach came to the living room.

Seeing Rorschach, sitting on the sofa, Bronte, dressed casually, immediately put down the newspaper in his hand and opened his hands:

"Ha, my friend, here you come..."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Bronte asked straight to the point: "So, are you here to tell me the answer I want to hear?"

"Yes, Mr. Bronte, I am willing to accept your investment..."

After Rorschach agreed to Bronte's investment conditions one by one, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became much more harmonious.

"Bravo (great)! You made a wise choice. I will send someone to tell the mayor later to tell the police at the factory gate to go back."

"alright, thank you very much."

After all, Rorschach couldn't help looking left and right, putting on a curious look, "I have to say, Mr. Bronte, your mansion is more stylish than the mayor's mansion. I also want to own such a mansion in the future." The mansion, can I take a tour around?"

Bronte, who had just defended his supreme authority in Saint-Denis and was in a good mood, waved his hand without hesitation and agreed:
"Of course! Pierre, show Mr. Arnos around."

(End of this chapter)