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Perot stayed in Mario's villa for four days, waiting for Mario to negotiate with all parties, and also waiting for the other party to finalize the price with him.

Mario said that because the land line is a newly opened route, the price must be higher at the beginning. He can understand Perot's difficulties in dealing with Qinglan's domestic consortium when he goes back, but he thinks that everyone will spend a little more in the first six months. A peace of mind, and it will be much easier to walk in the future.

Perot promised that compared with the sea line, the efficiency of land transportation is much higher. If this channel can really be opened, then he is still willing to believe that Mario will not treat Posai Bay badly in the future.

What's more, Mario is really economical, and his ability to bring his home back is the best proof.

Mario originally wanted Perot to go to the country with him, but Perot refused.He said that he needed to go back early, and now that Yushan didn't know when he would move, he was really worried that Cuenca would guard Posai Bay alone.

Cuenca does see wider and farther than himself, but he often doesn't pay attention to some details.That guy Saga didn't say anything else, but Perot had seen his ability to catch mistakes once, and he never dared to take it lightly again.

Perot had also thought about it, if Saga really stopped at this point, then he would not bother Yushan for the time being.

The reason for the fight is to block each other's financial resources, and when there are other ways to open up financial resources, there is no need for Yushan and Pu Saiwan to take the lead in fighting each other to the death.

That night Mario opened a good bottle of wine, and Perrault and he had a good time.He asked Perrault again if he wanted sideshows—and Perrault said no again, firmly.

Mario laughed, to be honest, he really didn't understand what charm Cuenca had that deserved Perrault.But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, maybe Perot just likes dirty and smelly black bears because he is used to white and tender ones.

He asked his lieutenant to play some music for him, and asked Perrault to dance with him.He said that since you can't dance with the person I prepared for you, you can always dance with me.

Perot was noncommittal.

It is a unique dance of Qinglan Country, it has three expressions, the first one is a lingering pas de deux.

When the two met, their passion burst forth.It makes people stick hands to hands, face to face, and feel the temperature of each other to the maximum extent.

The two parties in the dance will stick together tightly, feeling the beating of each other's heart and the rhythm of the body closely.It conveys its own love and desire, and its hands stretch from the shoulders to the waist, and then from the waist to the cheeks.

First holding hands, then hugging, and finally kissing.Once the song is over, the aftertaste of the kiss will last for a long time.It smells of alcohol and cigarettes, of hormones and perfume, of aroused lust and passion waiting to be unleashed.

It is the joy of meeting for the first time, so the rhythm is bright and jumping, burning the vitality of young people in the pole plate, bringing people to the realm of harmony and lingering love at the fastest speed.

The second is a solo dance.

The big difference from the first is that in this expression, it is no longer a dance for young people, but exclusively for older people.It symbolizes the separation from the lover after a passionate love, it is slow, sad, but suppressed a desire to release.

How beautiful it was once, how painful the parting at this moment is.

The rhythm is syncopated and the drums are strong.It was as if a heavy hammer hit the heart one after another, and the movements became more sonorous and powerful, but also more angry and manic.

It brews vigorous thoughts and annoyances, cherishes the mistakes you have made, and cherishes each other's misses. It silently complains about the pain and depression of separation, and after the pain, there is a long period of melancholy and loneliness.

The dancers are often middle-aged men with gray temples, or women with wrinkled faces.Their heels stepped on the ground hard, and under their clenched fists was the blood that was no longer warm and surging in their veins.

The third is a return to pas de deux.

It is the lost and found after searching, and the joy and sorrow of reunion after a long absence.

It made the distance between the two of them the furthest, with arms touching each other lightly, but their eyes locked tightly to each other.They tested each other, guessed each other, and the longing that had been suppressed in their hearts for a long time seemed to be locked. Now that they got the key, they didn't know how to open the box.

So they are anxious, looking forward, and afraid that all this is just a dream, a dream they have done many times but never realized, but they hope that this is a dream, a dream that can completely regain the lost happiness. Dream.

They will revolve around each other, will look at each other as much as possible.They hope that the existence in front of them overlaps with the outline of the person deep in their memory, so that they can open their arms again and burst into tears again.

However, the long separation made them have strong doubts and uncertainties, and this doubt kept them from really getting closer.

So in the end, there is always someone who takes that wrong step first, and that step is reckless, even if it is not on the node of the music.

Then they can recognize each other in their mistakes, and touch the warmth they once had in their fears.

Their hands would rejoin and their faces would be reattached.The strange yet familiar heartbeat came again, and finally, amidst several stresses, they spun and hugged each other and ended.

Qinglan and Taeyong's cultures are similar, but Qinglan used to be a colony.Many years ago, Qinglan had a large influx of foreign population, and after eradicating these foreign population, some people still secretly survived.

They lost their partners and family members. They couldn't tell their life experience, so they used dance and music to explain their feelings.

How heavy and complicated the mood is, without such an emotional foundation, without such an intersection of life, there is no way to dance the soul of this dance.

The same goes for Mario and Perot, they can add emotion to such a dance, as a kind of social device, but that's just an imitation of movement.

Neither of them was the best dance partner for each other, and Perrault's partner - Perrault took a sip of wine, he fancied.

Every time Cuenca danced like this with someone else on the dance floor, he fantasized that his partner was himself.

Qinglan is so magnanimous that this kind of dance can exist between the same sex and the opposite sex from the very beginning.It's a pity that Perot only watched from a distance from the beginning to the end, and now, he and Cuenca have been together for a year, but they are tired of various affairs, and they have never had such a pastime.

"Is he really that good?" Mario walked up to Perot and took the bottle.

"Well," said Perrault, "I don't know what's good, but it's good."

If he really wanted to do this dance with Cuenca, he wanted only the first part.He doesn't want to be separated, doesn't want to have the anguish and pain of longing, and doesn't want to have the joy of reuniting after a long absence.

Because he knew that the so-called reunion was just a fantasy in his mind, and he was unwilling to lose hope.Perhaps when this dance was popular among all kinds of poor foreigners, they never experienced a real reunion.

So even if Mario stays again, he still wants to return to Posai Bay as soon as possible.Although he knew that Kunka could protect him, if he was by his side, he would be able to sleep more comfortably even if he slept.

Perot's feeling was right. Later, he was afraid of the current decision countless times.

If he really came back later as planned, and stayed even longer for half a day, then he wouldn't have received that call in time, and received those news that came as soon as he got off the plane.

He will not arrive at the scene of the incident in time, nor will he save Cuenca at the last moment.

And he will regret it for the rest of his life, and he doesn't even want to stay on this road anymore.

That is, on the evening of Perot's departure, Cuenca finished his inspection of the last warehouse.

He asked the person in charge to bring over the storage slip, and after checking it, the stone in his heart finally landed firmly.

It's alright, tomorrow the goods in the woods will be purified and refined, separated and packaged, and it only takes four days to complete the task according to the original plan.He is not stingy with the four-day delay, and the compensation is according to the regulations.

He took an iron plate, filled it with some things and came out. He raised his mind a little, wiped his nose, and handed it to the poet.

"Remember to send two people to the factory in the woods tonight, and ask them to escort the convoy over tomorrow morning. There must be no trouble with this guy, or you won't even be able to come back." He told the poet.

The poet understood, he emptied the iron plate and put it aside.Then Kunka beckoned the other fighting beasts to come over, and asked them to divide into three teams, one team went back to the old house, and the other two teams went to the other two warehouses to guard.

He went through all the amounts in his mind again, and after confirming that there was really no problem, he planned to call Perot.

But after picking up the phone, he hesitated for a long time before pressing the number.

"Do you think he will find me annoying?" Kunka turned to ask the poet after the battle between heaven and man for a while.

The poet collapsed. Sure enough, it is not a good thing whether there is a person in love or a person in love beside him. The other party can annoy himself to death with trivial stupid questions.

"Why does he find you annoying?"

"I sent him a message last night," Cuenca scratched his head. "He didn't reply to me after two hours. Does he not want to reply?"

"Then what did he return?" The poet found the lighter from Kunka's pocket.

"He said he was talking about something just now, he turned off the phone, and now he is going to sleep." Kunka replied truthfully, and turned on the phone again to make sure that he did not misremember any words.

The poet looked at the sky, "Brother, you are literate, why do you not understand the meaning of these words when you put them together?"

"Isn't that...worrying about the implication." Kunka heard the poet's ridicule, and put the phone back in his pocket resentfully.He still doesn't want to send it anymore, anyway, I'll see you in two days, and it's not annoying now, maybe this message will be annoying in the past, so what should I do?

Kunka also took out a cigarette and lit it, then glanced back at the warehouse.

If the land line is finalized, their warehouse will have to be expanded.

In the past few days, he asked the poet to find a few more locations, all of which were far away from the warehouse Fukang had set up before. The location was tricky, but it was also hidden enough.Posai Bay is not big, so it is not easy to find a new place here, but the good thing is that the whole Qinglan is under construction, and there are many abandoned slums.

The government's support program has allowed more and more poor people to move out, and everyone has moved into new houses.Those slums are left unused like garbage dumps, and they will be completely flattened and rebuilt when the government finally allocates funds or a developer buys them.

In this lean period, these abandoned and dilapidated buildings can be used.

Cuenca also asked someone to inquire. Among the areas he was interested in, there were no plans for reconstruction within at least two years, which meant that during these two years, they could be the masters of those dangerous buildings. .

In two years, several tracks have been laid. He also believes that with the efficiency of himself and Perot, two years is enough to stabilize the land route.

He followed the poet to look up at the sky—maybe after two years, they would not even look up to the land route and turn to the sky.

Thinking of this, Kunka was a little excited.It is indeed a good thing for people to have dreams, and occasionally daydreaming can also make you feel happy.

But before he had time to share this somewhat illusory dream with the poet, the poet shook off the cigarette abruptly and pressed Kunka down.

At the same time, he suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and shouted—"Brother, retreat!"

Cuenca also immediately pulled out the pistol, but before he could find the target, two cars suddenly rushed out from the corner of the street, their sunroof and side windows were opened at the same time, and several gun barrels protruded from the inside. There was a burst of violent shooting at the position where the poet and Kunka were.

Not only that, but one of them fired a shot at their car, blowing up their car and directly cutting off their escape route.

Unexpectedly, the poet was shot immediately.He hurriedly counterattacked in the direction of the vehicle, and then kept covering Kunka to retreat.

After they managed to touch the door panel and slipped inside, all the people working inside had stopped their work, pulled out weapons from under the table, and passed them one after another.

However, before the weapons were passed, one of the glass windows cracked open, and a grenade rolled in from the outside and fell into the corner of a table.

The poet quickly opened the door again and pushed Kunka out.

In an instant, the grenade merged with countless flammable and explosive materials in the warehouse, and exploded with a bang, shattering all the windows.