People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

In trading, sometimes it is better to be simple and direct, especially for smart people.Smart people tend to think crookedly and too much, and a slight mistake may lead to huge differences between expectations and results.To put it simply, being clever is being misled by cleverness.

"I want the North American branch of Continental Hotel to break away from the headquarters." Winston glanced at Mike appreciatively and considered speaking his mind.This incident made him realize that after working for a big hotel all his life, he was just a working man, and he couldn't even get basic respect.

Winston's mood can be described in two words: chilling.

"I'm afraid the High Table won't let go easily."

"Of course they won't let it go easily. They are the ones who make the rules, and they are the ones who break the rules. For the organization, the Continental Hotel is a business after all. Since it is a business, if there is a major loss or even becomes a hot potato, they will naturally We will consider stopping the loss." Winston showed a sarcastic smile, "People are different. The commitment and belief we guard with our lives are worthless in the eyes of some people. They do not deserve to own the Continental Hotel."

Mike declined to comment on this, everyone has their own ideas.

“You want the Continental Hotel, what do I get?”

Winston took out a USB flash drive and put it on the table: "It contains the time and place of the landing of the plane sent by the High Table, the equipment and common tactics of the armed forces, as well as detailed information on members with special abilities. If it is the first time If the battle fails, the High Table will send a second elite force depending on the situation, or directly issue a high bounty."

It is normal for Winston to know the time and place of the arrival of the elite troops. After all, he is a local snake and is responsible for arranging all reception matters.The question is, how does Winston know the configuration of the elite troops?

It can't be that High Table told Winston stupidly.

Three feet of ice did not freeze in a day, and Winston's intention to set up his own business was not a day or two.This incident was just a trigger, or Mike's force allowed him to see a glimmer of opportunity.

"Wouldn't this be endless, one wave after another?"

"No matter how many subordinates die, it will only be a monetary loss to the people at the high table. They have plenty of money. Only when their own lives are threatened will they feel that they can talk about anything. However, I can't I can give you the information on the high-level officials of the High Table, but it goes against my oath. The information is stored in an offline server in the basement of the hotel, and it is generally impossible to steal it."

Meaning: I won’t give it to you, but if someone steals it, there’s nothing you can do about it.

It's like taking off your pants and farting.

Winston continued: "The offline server also stores the details of killer orders, including employers and targets. The High Table uses Bullseye's recent orders to determine a list of suspicious persons, among which your presence is the most dazzling."

"No way?" Mike felt a little happy inside. He obviously likes to keep a low profile and likes to make money quietly.

Winston smiled: "Not only did you survive from the Bullseye gun, but you also protected other people. Very few people can do this. And... you can scare a powerful and conceited lunatic into entering the Continental Hotel to seek help." Asylum, that’s especially incredible.”

Oh, have you started commercial promotion?Well, it sounds pretty cool, but it's not even close to making Mike's head burn.

Mike shook his head.

"What's the problem?" asked Winston.

"The problem is big." Mike said seriously: "On the surface, you and I each get what we need, which is fair and just. But... the premise of all this is that everything goes well."

"First of all, there is no denying the role of intelligence, but I don't know anything about the Continental Hotel. Let me name it - John Wick. Since I know something about it, I still dare to mess with it. To put it bluntly, I am not afraid."

John Wick was a member of the Continental Hotel, played for the High Table, and was nicknamed "The God of Death."How strong is the God of Death?Mike thinks it should be on the level of Bullseye and Punisher.

John could turn the Continental Hotel upside down by himself, and by the way, kill the leader of the High Table. Could it be that Mike couldn't compare to him?

The information was useful, but not as important as Winston thought. It could at most save Mike some time and energy.

Maybe Winston spent a lot of effort to collect intelligence, but in actual operations, only Mike was in danger.

"Secondly, everyone gets what he needs is based on success. Once it fails - although I don't think it will fail, if I fail, I will either die or go to the end of the world, and you...mostly will be fine. Pay it forward. The price is different, this is the inequality under the surface of equality, what do you think?"

After a moment of silence, Winston knew that he had lost the trust of the organization. Once Mike was dealt with, the next step for the organization was to remove Winston from his position.For Winston, losing the hotel means losing everything.

So Winston doesn't quite agree with Mike's statement about unequal heights.But he didn't want to argue on this issue: "What do you want, I think, people like you don't need money..."

Mike: "..."

When did you start treating money like dirt?

Is there some misunderstanding?

At this time, two balls of energy floated out of Winston.

system hint:

[Winston’s long-cherished wish: Continental Hotel]

[Commission: US$1000000 (the system takes 90% after deducting fees)]

[Task description: Help Winston gain control of the Continental Hotel. 】

"This can generate commissions, isn't it too far-fetched?"

"The charge is 100 million...Stark only charges that little. Doesn't Stark have no face?"

I complained a few words in my mind.

"Ahem, fixed price: 100 million US dollars. I will help you gain control of the North American branch. My proposal will be valid until the elite troops launch an attack. You can consider it." Mike was slightly embarrassed.

What the hell doesn’t require money...

"make a deal!"

Winston didn't think about it for long, stood up, shook hands with Mike again, and then said goodbye to old Earl.As for the USB flash drive containing the information, he "forgot" it on the table.

Mike opened his laptop, plugged in the USB flash drive, and read the information inside carefully.

A text message on the mobile phone alerted me that $100 million had arrived.

Mike calls Coulson.

connected.

"Hey, Mike..." Colson's voice was slightly tired.He had just completed the mission and was on the Quinjet. "When I received your call, I felt on tenterhooks. My gut told me that something was up."

"Are you a woman? You speak intuitively. As an enthusiastic citizen, I have news: around 11:30 tonight, a private plane landed at LaGuardia Airport. There were 25 elite armed personnel on the plane, including Two mutants.”

"..." The intuition was indeed correct, Coulson asked: "How do you know?"

"Hahaha..." Mike laughed, "Because their target is me!"

Coulson: "What the hell..."

Could it be that he was injured secretly while performing a mission?Otherwise, why would you want to vomit blood so much?