Beast

Relationships need to take a step back, and the same is true for business.So when the two bosses came out of the room bruised and swollen, it took them a week to come to a consensus.

Things have come to this point, naturally there is no possibility of going back and correcting, but blocking one of the roads does not mean that there is no other road leading to Rome.

Although Saga took one-third of their cargo, caused certain losses to Pusai Bay, and temporarily blocked their tribute route, making shipping dangerous, but Cuenca still believed that there was a way to make up for it, and Make up for it as quickly as possible.

However, this suggestion was not so easy to say, because it related to the person he was least willing to contact-Mario.

As I said before, Mario is the sea generator, because their sea transportation is the most free, and Mario has the most manpower at the dock.After the goods have passed, someone will pick them up and ensure their safe distribution.

However, relying solely on the sea route can no longer meet the cargo transportation needs of Pu Sai Bay.

The little man moved very quickly, and within three months the docks in Cuenca were sealed off.Pero insisted not to let Cuenca return, lest the people above thought that the goods were not enough and wanted to arrest Cuenca.

Although the judicial system always leaves you a chance to defend yourself, once you enter, whether you have this opportunity and when you will be given this opportunity is not up to you.It is always said on TV that I can call a lawyer, but if I can’t even convey my desire to call a lawyer, then there is really no other way but to sign and make a deposit.

As soon as Cuenca's terminal fell, the shipment volume was directly halved.

They had hoarded a pile of goods that were not shipped out in the warehouse in the rainforest, and Perot's dock did not dare to increase the volume with great fanfare.Mario called several times, asking what happened, what went wrong, and why this month's goods haven't arrived yet.

Perot was trying to buy time, he was trying to delay the sensitive period - but who knows when it will be the end.

Although Mario has an old friendship with him, he will not directly cut off the cooperation with Pu Sai Wan and find someone else, but a businessman is a businessman after all, even if Mario does not do it out of intention, he must take measures to ensure his economic stability .

Both Cuenca and Perot were in a hurry, but in the end Cuenca couldn't hold back and told Perot—"Ask Mario to see if he can contract the night railway."

Perot was surprised.

In fact, it's not that he hadn't thought about this method, but he didn't dare to mention it because he was afraid that Kunka would have opinions.Now it was Cuenca who said it first, and it seemed that it was really a special case.

To get this thing to work, it is actually both simple and complex.

Simple is the Qinglan country where Cuenca and Perot are located. After [-] o'clock in the evening, the railway has been managed by various private traders.Because Qinglan country's railways were not uniformly built by the state, especially in the war-torn era decades ago, it was fully funded by various large consortiums to support the country's post-war restoration.

When the country was in peace, the country thought about the credit of these wealthy businessmen and also took into account the domestic economic situation, so they split the railway management with them and shared the financial expenditure equally.

So every day from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, the state uniformly arranges the operation of the railway, and from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am the next day, the major financial groups run their own routes.

Therefore, the railway tracks at night are basically smuggled goods, and occasionally people or fighting animals are also transported.This is something that Qinglan Country has made public, and this has also caused the gangsters to always rob trains after eight o'clock in the evening.

After all, the risk of robbing a large consortium is much smaller than directly robbing a country.

These consortiums have been miserably abused by the gangsters. No matter how they strengthen their security, they can’t make up for their losses. Some of the security guards themselves are inextricably linked to the gangsters, and even the security companies are run by the gangsters—the ones that have been wiped out here Oil really makes those merchants feel heartbroken.

So they once asked the drug lord for help, hoping that the drug lord could escort them, the price was negotiable, and they were willing to help deliver the drug lord's things.

But unfortunately, because this policy is only valid in Qinglan, even if the drug lords can get their goods out of Qinglan safely, once they enter Taeyong, they will be stopped by Taeyong's government immediately.

There is no such thing as private contracting of Taeyong's rails, not to mention the strict drug inspections in those years, Taeyong's drug dealers really dare not openly use the rails to sell goods.

However, this policy was changed at the beginning of this year.

In order to reduce the capital investment of public facilities, Taeyong also intends to follow Qing Lan's example, and wants to contract the railway track after twelve o'clock in the evening to private individuals in order to reduce financial expenditure.

This move is tantamount to telling Cuenca and Perot—it’s okay, Alibaba’s door is open.

Perot communicated with Mario the next day and even flew to Teban Island.Before boarding the plane, Cuenca was still very entangled, and it could be seen that he didn't want Perot to pass by at all.

Perot walked over and gave him a hug, saying what's the matter, you are worried that Mario will give me my little brother.

Cuenca said, that's not it.

Pero smiled, this time he took the initiative to kiss Cuenca on the cheek, and said-"Then you come back and smell me, and you will know if there is a little brother approaching me. If you are really not happy, you can come with me It’s okay to go.”

There are problems, of course there are problems.Cuenca is about to pass, it is estimated that Mario will have to raise the price again.

So at the end of the struggle, Cuenca hugged Perot's head and made a few mouthfuls, telling him to leave quickly, so as not to regret it.

But this time there is money beckoning ahead, and Mario's mind is full of a bright future and trains running happily on the golden fields, especially after Perot succinctly expressed his opinions to him on the phone. Deliberately thinking about masturbating and having sex.

What's more, after this year, he also gradually realized the relationship between Perot and Cuenca. Cuenca's punch still left a faint pain on his cheek, and he didn't want anything to go wrong at this time.

He and C4 happily picked up Perot at the airport, and after dismissing the boys in the car, he couldn't wait to chat on the road.

He said that if you don't mention this to me, I will always mention it to you.Taeyong's policy is really good, for the country and the people, I am willing to live as Taeyong's person and die as Taeyong's ghost.

Perot said, "It's not you running the land route, it's Simoni, can you handle him?"

Mario said it's all right, the old man Simone has half his foot in the coffin, and you're still pointing at him to argue with the young man?You don't have to worry about Simone, I'll just ask you - "How much can you run for me every day?"

Perot thought for a while and stretched out a slap.

Mario frowned, and he said that if there was more, the fucking road would be opened, so there was no reason not to go.

Perot shook his head, he said it's better to be more cautious, "I don't know about Taeyong's side, but Qinglan's side... I still have to negotiate with the business group, if there are too many orders suddenly, I'm worried Someone got in the way."

Thinking of this, Perot couldn't help asking again—"Which business group is in charge of your side, what is the price they ask, and how much of the profit is it? Give me a general idea, so I can know when I go back and talk."

Of course Mario would not give him the exact amount, he smiled mysteriously, and slapped C4 on the shoulder so hard that the steering wheel of C4 shook for a moment.

Mario said, "I have him here, and those consortia took the initiative to ask me for protection."

Perot understood that Mario was so simple that he didn't even bother to talk about it, and decided to blow up a future again.

But to put it bluntly, if you blow up a few carriages full of goods and avoid casualties, it will be enough to deter those business groups.

It was like a firework going off, telling everyone that the drug lords were going to build the railway.

Meanwhile, Cuenca drives to the kitchen hidden in the woods.

In fact, he doesn't come here very often, and most of the time he asks poets to meet up.

There are two reasons for this. The first is that he doesn't like to show his face in every session. The more people who see his face, the more dangerous he is.The second is that he is afraid of being followed—if someone follows him to his cooking room in the rainforest, he will be in control of his lifeline. Whether the opponent is the Drug Enforcement Administration or other drug lords, it will deal a fatal blow to him.

But because the goods are in a hurry this time, he has to come over and take a look in person to make sure that there are enough of them and that there are enough workers to continue to export the goods.

The boss personally came to patrol the arena, which is of great effect, proving that the big brother has not forgotten these little guys below, and always remembers it in his heart.

Cuenca also brought a lot of cash for the poet to distribute to these farmers who have been working in the forest for many years.Tell them that they will have to work overtime for the next month. If there is any labor force in the family that can be brought in to help, let them come. He can afford it in Cuenca.

Kunka is very good at doing such inspiring things. After all, he stood on the attic, propped up his hands, and yelled a few words in a calm manner, which is really a bit of a leadership style.

The poet inspected the ammunition warehouse during the lecture in Cuenca. He replaced some goods that seemed to have signs of mildew, and asked the people in his hands to dispose of them as soon as possible at a low price and sell them to some riotous places on the border. There is still less to make up, and fill in the new goods quickly to avoid any omissions in the arms.

The poet likes the rainforest, the damp smell and the eternal green make him feel the vitality.

He hates the yellowing of leaves. Nature and human beings are in common, and the desolation and depression brought about by the withering of all things will affect a person's mind.

Sometimes Cuenca sent him on tour, and he would spend an extra half day wandering the woods.

He would sit by the stream and watch the water wash over the stones, he would sit on a tree stump and finish smoking a pack of cigarettes, he would cook some simple tea and light meals by himself, and eat two meals with the farmers.

Then he will take out a small notebook and write a few sentences that express his feelings.

He always felt that if he wanted to stop one day, he would stop in such a place.There are no redundant people, no high-tech and steel jungle, no gunpowder and gunpowder, no blood and no killing.

He will get a kind of tranquility that he has never experienced before, and at that moment he believes that he has left the past far away.

He lay on the stump and waited for Cuenca to finish, thinking of the lover's distaste for the rainforest.He knew that the lover came from such a rainforest, and that rainforest was full of unknown and death.

So the love saint probably has something to get rid of, but that thing is exactly the opposite of what the poet wants to escape.

The poet took out his mobile phone, avoided the factory buildings and attics, took two pictures of the beautiful scenery of the forest, enjoyed them for a while, and saved them in the camera.

There is no signal in this forest, but he can go back and show it to Lover—whoever said that all forests are the same, this forest is different.

After Cuenca finished his speech, he had lunch with everyone.

On the way back, Cuenca rolled down the window and lit a cigarette.

He looked at the rapidly receding green outside, rubbed his face vigorously, and then asked the poet to go around a few more times, and he also wanted the forest to help him wash his mind.

The poet asked, how is it, is it going well?

Kunka nodded, "It should go well, if Perot's side goes well too."

The poet asked again, "What do I need to do, I mean... Saga is a hidden danger. If he keeps paying tribute to the top, our efforts are just a stopgap measure. It is not guaranteed when the top will pull out the bottom line-"

"I know, I know." Kunka interrupted the poet, this matter is what worries him the most, but he hasn't figured out a way to resolve it yet.

If one thing is done too quickly, it will be aggressive.

There is no good result in forcing people to die, after all, no one can predict when the opponent intends to die together.

It doesn't matter if one thing is done slowly, because if you are slow, you will have long nights and dreams.

There are dangers in every link of this business, and every danger may lead to a fatal disaster. No one knows when the show's feet will be exposed, and people will follow the clues.

Kunka understands this truth very well, just like what his sister always told him back then, you need to know what the building looks like when it is built, and you also need to know where each brick should be placed.

It is not something that can be done overnight.

In the past two years, Kunka has not had the opportunity to go back to see his sister. When these things settle down, he must go back.This time he was going to take Perot with him, and his sister would definitely be able to tell the relationship between him and Perot at a glance.

So even though Kunka understands that they and Yushan must finally go to war, it is obviously not a good time to start a formal war.He also wanted to take revenge on Yushan, and wanted to hang the little man up and whip him, but if he really did that now, no one would have a good result.Let’s say they are competitors at a young age, and at an older age—everyone is a drug lord, a grasshopper on a rope.

So what is needed most now is for both parties to take a breather.

However, Kunka understands this truth, Pero understands it, but the little man who just won a battle may not understand it.

Now he is drinking champagne, holding his wife in his arms, listening to the accountant's report of this month's gratifying income.

He thinks that the sky always rewards smart people, you can see that once he is smart, he can make Pu Saiwan chase him with all his strength, until he is exhausted.That's why there should be no truce at this time, but should take advantage of the victory to pursue.

It's a pity that he didn't expect that it was precisely because of his pursuit of the victory that he completely angered Pero and Cuenca, and also attracted a devastating blow for his upcoming rise to Yushan, the No. [-] drug group in Qinglan.

He put the cigar away, slapped his wife on the bottom, told her to go into the room, and told the accountant to leave the hall.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring Qinglan's vibrant summer, and snapped his fingers to let Rachel in.

The female fighting beast opened the glass door and stood beside him quietly.

Saga asked, did the matter I asked you to investigate come to fruition?

Rachel said yes, and Perot had already left, as if he was going to Teban Island, and he shouldn't be back within a week.

"So there's only Cuenca in that place, isn't it?" Saga turned her head and smiled triumphantly.

"Their house is guarded by the Beast Corps. I'm afraid it's not easy to break in," Rachel replied, but then she changed the subject and said—"But if there is no mistake, Cuenka will inspect several factories in the next few days. They need to fill the supply."

"It's impossible for him to patrol with the fighting beast army at this time?" Saga asked again.

"There is only one fighting beast beside him." Rachel replied, paused, and said—"Do we need to act?"

Saga laughed.

Of course he has to move. If he doesn’t move at this time, it’s hard to wait for Perot to come back before moving.

He poured a glass of wine for Rachel and ordered—"You said, for a week, bring your sisters and give me some good news."

After speaking, he clinked glasses with Rachel, and turned his gaze to the woods outside the window.

The flowers and plants here grow so well that Saga couldn't help but want to reward them with Cuenca's blood.