I really don't want to play the second week

Dach was silent for a moment. He did have a channel to get in touch with the balalaika, but would it cause him numbness... a dozen dollars were stuffed into Dach's pocket without a trace, and he felt a heavy feeling. Immediately convinced him.

He was just a middleman, earning a little difference. The main reason was that Qian Bo gave him a very peaceful feeling, which is unique to oriental people.

"Okay, I can contact you for you and wait here." Dach winked at Lai Wei, signaling to protect the customer.

"Got it, you go, don't worry! With me here, this little boy will be fine."

Lai Wei waved her hand impatiently, and poured the water of life again.

Daqi got up and walked out of the bar, went to the public phone booth and called Balalaika's office. In order to prevent being located, they communicated through landlines.

"I didn't see it. Isn't this what you Orientals call a person not by appearance?" Benny with the yellow hair took a sip of his wine and glanced at Qian Bo.

"Just want to buy some necessities, don't be so surprised."

"Oh? I hope everything goes well for you, and may God bless you." Benny narrowed his eyes, but he didn't care. The other party paid the agency fee, and they didn't ask much about what to buy, and they didn't want to know.

This is a tacit understanding and an unspoken rule.

Pa~ Qian Bo patted a dollar on the table and handed it to the bartender.

"Then I'll lend you a good word... I'll treat you this time."

..................

In the Thai branch of the Moscow Hotel, a blond-haired balalaika stood at the window smoking a thin cigarette.

The dark red suit set off Maomei's fiery figure, and wearing the military coat of the Russian Airborne Army added an indescribable murderous look to her.

jingle bell ~ jingle bell ~

Hearing the sound of the phone, her eyes turned to the old-fashioned phone, and she reached out to pick up the receiver.

"it's me."

Hearing Daqi's voice, Balalaika was a little surprised. Most of the time, she unilaterally contacted the other party to deliver goods or personnel, and the other party rarely contacted her.

"what's up?"

"Someone wants to see you."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Balalaika couldn't help becoming interested, sat on the boss chair and raised her legs, revealing her slender and round legs.

"Tell me, who wants to see me?"

PS: Seeing that the blade is almost 400... I will post another chapter later. I signed a contract in the middle of this month. I have no full attendance, and the blade has no income. But you have invested so much, I will add an update.

This sensitive word made my mind explode.

PY: "Digital, When Taiyi Takes the Road to Boss"

Chapter 45 Let's Have Some Nuclear Rice

"Mr. Qian? From Huaguo?" Balalaika leaned back tactically, leaned on the back of the chair, and narrowed his eyes.

Generally, people who want to see her have two purposes.

One came to kill her. At the beginning, she used military style and militarized methods to quickly defeat many local gangsters in Roanapura, and also made many enemies.Of course, most of these guys were disposed of.

The other type is someone who really wants to come to discuss business... so which type will this Huaguo person be?

"Is it reliable?"

"No problem was found, there was no weapon on him, and he paid me a deposit. He said he wanted to negotiate a business with you."

Balalaika trusted Dach very much. When she was hit and fell into the sea, Dach rescued her, and the subsequent cooperation was very pleasant, Dach was very loyal.

"Where is he?"

"Yellow flag."

...............

Dach came in from the bar door, saw the most expensive wine in the yellow flag on the table...but it had already turned into a wine bottle, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"Don't worry, Da Qi~ This little brother is very loyal, slightly~"

Benny sipped the wine, and continued to drink the wine.Lai Wei on the side was even flushed from drinking, thinking of her drunken wine, Dach couldn't help but get a headache.

Sitting on the chair again, he took the wine bottle handed over by Qian Bo, and said, "Balalaika has sent someone to pick you up."

"Thank you."

Dach opened the bottle and poured a glass of wine, and lightly touched Qian Bo's glass containing soda water.

Hey~

"I don't care what you are doing with Balalaika, but I have to remind you that if you enter the Moscow Hotel, it will definitely attract the attention of other forces here... Happy cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."

Fifteen minutes later, there was a bang, and several tall and burly people in suits and military-style hairs walked into the bar, and the bustling bar suddenly fell silent.

The hooligans looked at the members of the Moscow Tavern in horror. Ordinary hooligans would not dare to do anything here, but they dared!

After scanning around the hotel, Balalaika's deputy sergeant found Dach and the guests they needed to pick up.

Just staring, the two strong men who were wrestling on the ground hurried out of the way, the sergeant walked up to Qian Bo, looked him up and down, and made a gesture of please.

"Mr. Qian, the captain is waiting for you."

"See you later, everyone from Black Lagoon."

"See you by fate, Mr. Qian."

Qian Bo bid farewell to Da Qi and the others, and Jun Cao also nodded to Da Qi.

Walking out of the Yellow Flag Bar, a business Mercedes-Benz was parked at the door, and people from the Moscow Hotel were guarding around.

Walking to the front of the business Benz, Mao Zi with a scar on his face stepped forward to open the car door.

"Mr. Qian, please get in the car."

After Qian Bo got into the car, the other party closed the door intimately, and the car started and drove towards the headquarters of the Moscow Hotel.

Comfortable seats, all kinds of drinks, snacks, and even Red Bull... At this time, Qian Bo suddenly had the urge to take pictures and send them to his WeChat Moments.

What is a celebrity... This is going international!

As for the text, just edit it like this: "You may not believe it, I have experienced five-star service from the mafia... Of course, if they find out that I am playing them, the death service will also be five-star .”

Along the way, the Maozi in the car didn't speak, and just drove to the Moscow hotel in such a quiet manner.

The commercial vehicle stopped, the door opened, and Balalaika's deputy Sergeant made a gesture of invitation.

"MR. Money, please."

After getting out of the car, Qian Bo frowned unobtrusively. His instinct told himself that he was targeted by a sniper, so he observed the surrounding mobs from the corner of his eye.They're more military than mafia...the local gangsters are like sheep to them.

After entering the entrance of the resident, a Maozi came forward with a metal detector, and Qian Bo accepted the inspection very cooperatively.

After making sure that he didn't have a weapon on him, the sergeant's eyes softened a little. If he came without a weapon, if he was not a fool, then he came to discuss business with sincerity. They welcome this kind of person very much.

While scanning Qian Bo's carry-on box, the metal detector suddenly beeped an alarm.

The atmosphere at the scene froze, Juncao looked at Qian Bo expressionlessly, waiting for his explanation, and the other Maozi stretched out their hands to their bosoms.

"This is the deposit."

Hearing this, the Sergeant winked, and Mao Zi on the other side stepped forward, and after confirming that there were no explosives and weapons with test paper and a small X-ray perspective instrument, he nodded to the Sergeant.

The misunderstanding was resolved, and the frozen air began to flow again.

"Mr. Qian, follow me."

Under the leadership of Juncao, he followed the stairs to the largest office on the second floor.

Boom~ Juncao knocked on the door and opened the door to the office.

"Captain, someone brought it here."

Balalaika, who was standing in front of the window, turned her head and looked at Qian Bo with blue eyes. At first glance, she felt that he was very ordinary, but she instinctively sensed the threat he brought her.

The opponent is unusual!

Balalaika sat on a chair and motioned for Qian Bo to sit opposite her. The sergeant stood behind Balalaika and turned into a statue, and other Maozi stood around the room.

"It's a rare customer. I don't know Mr. Qian. What kind of business do you want to talk to me about?"

Qian Bo stepped forward to put the box on the office, made a bang, opened the box and turned to the direction of Balalaika.

Balalaika lost his mind for a moment, and suddenly understood why gold would make capitalists crazy. When the light shone on the gold bars and reflected the golden light, it was indeed beautiful, like a demonic call.

"This is the deposit."

"I don't know what you need? Here, there is nothing that our Moscow hotel can't get." Balalaika smiled kindly. Since the other party is really here to do business, everything is easy to talk about. Sometimes they are better than unscrupulous people. Profiteers still have to talk about credit.

Qian Bo didn't speak, but lightly wrote a letter and three Arabic numerals on the table. After understanding what it was, Balalaika's pupils suddenly shrank, and she looked up at her subordinates in the room.

The other party walked out of the room immediately, closed the door outside and guarded the door, the sergeant also turned around and closed the curtains, and stood behind Balalaika.

"Mr. Money, don't be kidding, you should know what this thing represents."

Balalaika's face turned cold, she could see what the other party wrote, U235!

Facing her change of attitude, Qian Bo didn't take it seriously, leaned over and sat down with his hands crossed on the table, his chin resting on them.

"Don't be so quick to say no, Ms. Balalaika...everything has a price tag."

PS: PY: "I'm a god in Tokyo"

Chapter 46 Lasagna

"Ms. Balalaika, I can add money..."

Qian Bo wasn't in a hurry, he was asking for a lot of money to trade this thing, and he paid back the money... Of course, the cut was too hard, maybe the Moscow Hotel was going to put him in a can and pour cement into the sea.

Since the other party didn't directly turn the table, it proves that there is still room for negotiation... add some chips.

"Who do you represent?"

Balalaika took out a cigar and handled it with a cigar tongs. After lighting it, she felt the unique aroma of the cigar, and narrowed her eyes slightly at Qian Bo.

Who Qian Bo represents is very important!