binary dead train

Chapter 73 Sax Wilson

"Most of them are just experimental products, and drinking too much of this kind of thing is not good for your health."

Kahn took Turing's wine glass back and put it on the tray, then selected five glasses from the tray, and placed them in front of Turing.

"That's your goal."

It was five cocktails of different colors, packed in different glasses, all of which were small in capacity, probably only a small sip.

"Okay." Turing said, picked up the first glass of wine, and opened the jaw of the mask, ready to drink.

"and many more."

Kahn indicated Turing to wait a moment, then stretched out his palm and snapped his fingers lightly on Turing's cup.

Snapped.

A layer of flame rose on the surface of the wine, and then burned out quickly. Turing felt a warm touch from the fingertips holding the cup.

"magic?"

For cocktails, he had seen a similar approach, but Kahn's approach was more of a performance.

"It's a skill." Kahn blinked, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly.

Turing didn't say anything, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"How about it?"

"Lemon, temperature, and sweet and sour." Turing recalled the taste just now, "It seems that there are other juices, but I can't taste them."

"The second cup." After hearing Turing's feelings, Kahn didn't say anything, but handed him the second cup.

"Are you a hobby, or are you customizing the wine list? These mercenaries don't drink cocktails at all."

Turing took the cup, turned his head and scanned the interior of the bar.

Few of the people in the Big Bird bar sit by the bar.

The mercenaries have their own groups, the middlemen have their own groups, and so do the gangsters.They'd rather have a bottle of Banga than an expensive cocktail.

"Here, every glass of wine has its own name."

Regarding Turing's slightly indifferent attitude, Kahn did not express his opinion, but pointed to the glass of cold green wine in his hand, and then picked up a glass of "experimental product" on the tray.

"This one is called Sax Wilson."

After finishing speaking, Kahn took a sip and narrowed his eyes.

"It's just a glass of specially blended tequila, with honey, lemon, and fragrance, but it's just a glass of tequila. But it's the most expensive wine here."

"Because it has your grandfather's name?" Turing looked at the cup in Kahn's hand, and confirmed that it was the cup Kahn pushed him when they first met.

"No, it's a treat."

"Then this cup? It's called Kahn?"

Turing raised the cup in his hand, put it to his mouth and drank it down.

The second glass of wine seemed to be far more exciting and spicy than the first. Turing seemed to feel the taste of chili and the beating of his heart.

"No." Kahn stretched out a finger and tapped the empty cup, "This cup is called 'Heart of Outlander'."

Turing raised his head immediately, the crimson single eye in the center of the helmet stared at Kahn's green pupils, and fell silent for three seconds.

Then put it back in place: "Next cup."

The five glasses of wine ended quickly. Although there were spirits in it, it was more like an alcoholic drink because of the small amount, without the aftertaste of "wine".

"I don't understand the significance of this. I'm not a professional wine taster." Turing's fingers unconsciously tapped on the table.

"Otherwise, do you want me to go find those idiots?" Kahn's green eyes glanced at the noisy mercenaries not far away.

"You can find your grandfather, or other friends..."

Suddenly, Turing's thinking was touched, and a picture and sound came into his mind.

Outside the Big Bird Bar, three pitch-black commercial vehicles were parked in the parking lot. A silver-haired old man with a hat came out from the back seat carrying a black business bag, followed closely by a man in a silver-gray suit. behind him.

Turing took out his phone and looked at the time. It was past two o'clock.

Here comes Sachs.

"Your grandpa should be here soon." Turing put the last glass of wine back on the tray in front of Kahn.

With the bottom of the cup touching the tray, the door of the bar opened.

Sachs was holding a cane, followed by tall bodyguards, his eyes swept across the bar.

Wherever he looked, middlemen and businessmen who were resident in the bars stood up and saluted him, but Sachs just nodded slightly and then skipped it, and finally fixed on Turing who was sitting on the bar stool and turned around. , showing a smile.

He naturally knew Turing in the gray fox state.

Sachs walked slowly to Turing, put his hat on the bar and sat down.The man in the silver-gray suit behind him stayed close.

"Long wait, Mr. Gray Fox. Good evening"

Saying hello to Turing, Sachs put the cane under the bar, and then put the black business bag on the bar.

"Good evening, Mr. Wilson."

Under the mask, Turing narrowed his eyes.

Carrying the bag in person, as the wielder of Wilson's company?

"Wait a little longer, our conversation is inconvenient to have in a crowded place."

"Is that going to the second floor?"

Hearing Turing's words, Sachs froze and glanced at Kahn.

The latter turned his head to the side immediately.

"It seems that Kahn took you to her small base...but it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

With the last word of the saxophone, the music in the bar stopped suddenly, and the crowd became a little quieter, and there were a few voices of doubt and complaint.

A small group of people seemed to realize something, stood up immediately, greeted the people around them, and left the bar quickly.And those intermediaries and businessmen who first noticed Sachs entering the market have now gone out very proficiently, obviously having experience in this situation long ago.

clap clap! !
At the door, a man in a black suit clapped his hands vigorously, attracting everyone's attention:

"Sorry for a pause. Ladies and gentlemen. We are closed tonight."

The rest of the crowd looked at each other in blank dismay. When they noticed the man in the silver-gray suit beside Sachs, and even Sachs himself, their expressions changed, and they pulled their companions and left towards the door of the bar.

"Hey, what's going on..."

"That's Jin Zairuan! Mr. Sachs has cleared the scene!"

"What's the situation, haven't you cleared the venue for a long time?"

"The gray fox is still sitting there..."

A similar sound spread in the bar, and the crowd left quickly, including most of the mercenaries pouring out of the stairs leading to the second floor. After seeing Sachs, they all showed various expressions of respect or flattery, and then left the bar.

In the corner, a man in a khaki windbreaker saw Turing and Sachs sitting together, and his face changed drastically.

He looked around at the crowd who had already started to leave, stood up gloomyly, and left with his arms around a gorgeous mature woman.

Looking at the scene where the crowd left one after another, Turing sank into the surveillance area around the bar and made a brief inspection, and found that the mercenaries who had left got into their cars one after another and started their engines.Those without cars also complained to their companions and left quickly.

He grinned, he didn't expect Sachs to clear the field directly.

It seems that the old man attaches great importance to this meeting. If it is like Kahn said, he may invite me to join the company...

Is this what she meant by "treatment"?
Turing thought of the glass of wine called "Saxe Wilson" and glanced at Kahn.

His gaze swept across the gradually empty interior of the bar, and he looked at the man in the silver-gray suit behind Sachs.

This man named Jin Zairuan is an assistant?Or the core members of the company?Well, this guy is also looking at me, but his eyes don't seem very friendly.

Meeting Jin Zairuan's eyes, Turing also felt a clear hostility in addition to the scrutiny.

"grandfather."

Kahn's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected this to happen, he calmly put away the tray, put a cup of tequila that had been prepared on the table, and pushed it to Sachs.

"Miss Kahn." Jin Zairuan looked away from Turing and looked at Kahn.In a respectful gesture, he folded his hands under his abdomen and bowed.

But Kahn just glanced at him indifferently, completely ignoring his meaning.He turned around and summoned a bartender behind the bar next to him, whispered a few words, the latter nodded and walked towards the other waiters.

One after another, the waiters got into the changing room while running around, changed their clothes at an extremely fast speed, and left the bar with their bags.

Soon, only Sachs and Turing were left in the bar, and the room gradually became quiet with the sound of vehicle engines outside.

"Jin Zairuan, let them go."

Sachs ordered the Asian man behind him, who lowered his head slightly, and then waved away all the black suits in the room.

"You go out too." Sachs took a sip from his wine glass.

Jin Zairuan's expression suddenly changed: "What? But..."

"leave."

Sachs' voice was unquestionable. Jin Zairuan wanted to say something more, but in the end he closed his mouth, gave Turing a hard look, and walked away quickly.

Now, only the three of Turing were left in the huge bar.

Send all the people away, don't want the conversation to be overheard by them?Or, is this releasing goodwill?Turing thought in his mind.

"Humph."

Kahn's chuckle came from next to his ear, and he found that the woman was also looking at the man who left, she seemed to be quite proud, and she turned her head after noticing Turing's gaze, "I don't like that guy at all. "

"Okay, Kahn." Sachs raised his hand, Kahn didn't say anything, turned his back and walked to the back of the bar, took out the wine jug and seemed to start making a cocktail.

"Now everyone is gone, we can talk." Sachs looked at Turing's helmet.

"Let me introduce myself formally. I'm Sax Wilson, and the one over there is my granddaughter: Kahn Wilson. You must be very familiar with her.

I have received your missed calls before, but it is usually not convenient for me to answer calls from Yezhou when I am on a business trip, I am sorry. "

"I couldn't answer your call before, I'm sorry." To the extremely polite Sachs Turing, he also simply exchanged greetings, but his mind was checking and monitoring the movements of those men in suits outside.

Among them, the man named Jin Zairuan stood outside and asked the black suit next to him to light a cigarette for him. He seemed to be idly looking at the mercenaries who left, but there was a thick gloom between his brows.

Sachs smiled: "Since that's the case, I'll say it bluntly."

The old man's words brought Turing's attention back to his eyes.

"I want you to join the Wilson Company."

(End of this chapter)