Li Mu wasn't really angry about the adolescent little girl.

Li Mu's dissatisfaction is that Gloria wants to put aside him and do something, which makes Li Mu feel uncontrollable.

Yes, he is really a person who lacks security.

Whether it is Li Mu or Gloria, both of them are.

The negotiation failed and Gloria started a hunger strike that night.

In order to welcome her two children and Li Mu, Yan's mother made a hearty dinner, which included both traditional oriental dishes and Gloria and Sandy's favorite - Italian-style patties.

Sandy got down from the upper floor and sat down next to Li Mu in dejected voice: "She refused to come down and said she didn't want to eat."

Sandy couldn't understand why Li Mu and Gloria were having a quarrel. In Sandy's mind, as long as she lived under the same roof, she would be a family, and there would be no quarrel between the family.

Of course, the "daily" between Sandy and Gloria is not included. Sandy thinks that is not a quarrel, but just the way they get along with each other.

"We have a meal, don't care about her." Li Mu made up his mind. It doesn't matter if he had to eat one or two meals anyway.

"Reim--" Sandy looked at Li Mu with pitifulness, with the pleading in her eyes obvious.

"Or what if I go up and take a look?" Chuxue was cautious.

"Really!" Li Mu had no choice but to pull off the napkin from the neckline and still stood on the dining table, and went upstairs angrily.

This time Li Mu remembered to knock on the door, but before Gloria could respond, Li Mu pushed the door and entered.

"I told you that I don't want to eat-" Gloria lay on the bed, still had the afternoon clothes, and she had no intention of getting up.

"Are you going to threaten me with a hunger strike?" Li Mu suppressed his dissatisfaction and tried hard to make his tone sound gentler.

"Damn it, you won't knock on the door!" Gloria stood up angrily, her hair disheveled like a madman.

"I said I knocked, but you didn't hear it." Li Mu was confident this time.

"So what do you want to say? Do I have no freedom to eat or not?" Gloria was indignant.

"You also know that this is wrong, right? Let everyone wait for you and make everyone unhappy for your emotions. This is what you want to do?" Li Mu accused him and did not give Gloria a chance to make a quibble.

"I don't want to hurt anyone, I just want to be quiet. Now please leave my room." Gloria's expressionless face.

"Very good-" Li Mu didn't talk nonsense.

Back at the dining table, Li Mu did not delay: "Eat—"

"Do you want to leave something?" Yan's mother thought carefully.

"No, don't leave at all." Li Mu made up his mind and refused to compromise.

The next day was the time agreed upon by Li Mu and Dylan Stevenson. Li Mu took a carriage to Springfield early in the morning.

Springfield is an industrial center, so the economic crisis has not had any impact on Springfield. Even though Springfield Arsenal has reached a point where it has to change hands, it is not because Springfield Arsenal is so poor that it cannot be broken. So Li Mu did not see any sadness on the faces of pedestrians on the road.

The carriage Li Mu was riding was inlaid with the Springfield Police Department's logo, so it was unobstructed along the way. Springfield is now Li Mu's territory, so there is no need to go out here to rush around. Even so, Mason still brought more than a dozen gunmen, and there was also a carriage with two "storm" light machine guns on it.

Dylan Stevenson does not live in the Springfield Arsenal, but on Wales Street. It is not far from Li Mu's mansion.

Although he had to sell the Springfield Arsenal due to economic reasons, Dylan Stevenson still forced himself to save face, so this time it was Li Mu who visited Dylan Stevenson.

Li Mu didn't have any feelings about this. This is in Springfield. There is no home court or not. The entire Springfield is Li Mu's home court.

Dylan Stevenson's home does not cover a large area, which is much worse than Li Mu's mansion. There are no gunmen at the entrance, so Li Mu's carriage can come directly to the door of Dylan Stevenson's main house.

Looking at the gunman waiting around the carriage, a hint of mockery flashed across Dylan Stevenson's mouth, and his words were not very nice: "Don't worry so much, there are not so many people who want to harm you, most of the people in this world are kind."

Oh, what you say is, don’t you be afraid of ghosts calling me if you don’t do anything bad?

"If this is your true words, then it's a pity. This shouldn't be your understanding of your age." Li Mu was not polite and did not save face if he said anything.

A lot of people are still so naive that they deserve to suffer heavy losses in the economic crisis.

Dylan Stevenson is in his sixties this year. He is a dying old man. He has a very serious bald head and is not enough to describe the Mediterranean. There is only a circle of white hair left at the edge. His teeth have almost fallen off. When he speaks, he reveals his gold teeth. It gives people a bad feeling. In addition, Dylan Stevenson's body looks very weak and needs to be supported by the people next to him to stand firmly.

Li Mu originally wanted to retain respect for such an old man, but since Dylan Stevenson said badly, there was no need for Li Mu to be too modest.

There is still someone at home who is uneasy. Li Mu does not have the patience to face Dylan Stevenson.

Well, although Li Mu didn't have much patience when facing Gloria.

"I have to say that your mouth is as powerful as the legendary one, just like your style of conduct, I am really old like this-" Dylan Stevenson shook his head and sighed, turning around and walking into the room.

The person holding Dylan Stevenson's arm was a middle-aged man, probably Dylan Stevenson's son or someone. When Dylan Stevenson spoke, Li Mu noticed keenly that the middle-aged man's eyes looked at Li Mu were full of hatred.

This surprised Li Mu a little. It is said that Li Mu wanted to buy the shares in Dylan Stevenson, which was helping Dylan Stevenson get out of the predicament, but it seems that this middle-aged man doesn't think so.

"Age is not a problem. The problem is knowing what you are good at and what you are not good at, so do what you do so as not to do, so that you will not lose sight of one thing." Li Mu did not talk about age with Dylan Stevenson, and experience does not represent everything.

"It sounds like you're familiar with the capital market?" Dylan Stevenson was surprised.

"The companies under Junma Group are not just Junma Weapons Company, but also many other companies. It doesn't matter if I don't understand. I can find someone to help me manage it." Li Mu was not stingy and actively taught Dylan Stevenson's experience.

But this is useless. The older generation is relatively conservative in their thinking. They believe that everything must be under control and that the human rights and rights of the company are included. They cannot accept sheep-style operations like Li Mu.

"Then you have to be careful, not everyone is trustworthy." Dylan Stevenson was not happy or angry, limiting his emotions to normal communication.

"Haha, my money is not that easy to get. If you have a life, you have to spend it." Li Mu was not worried.

Anyone who is familiar with Li Mu knows that Li Mu's money is not that easy to get. For example, Henry, if Henry dares to betray Li Mu, then Li Mu will kill without hesitation, and even Li Mu does not need to take action by himself. Just a reward is required, countless people will be willing to serve Li Mu.

"Haha--" Dylan Stevenson did not respond and asked Li Mu to sit in the living room.

It is impossible to tell that as the big boss of Springfield Arsenal, Dylan Stevenson is a frugal person on weekdays, which can be discovered by the decoration of Dylan Stevenson's living room.

The decoration is indeed very simple. There are no decorative paintings hanging on the wall. There are only two crossed double-bar hunting rifles hanging on the fireplace in a corner of the living room. I don’t know what it has to do with the Springfield Arsenal. The old sofa handrails are a bit off-line, and there is no carpet on the floor. The wood texture on the coffee table is very clear. It is the most common maple wood in North America. Such furniture is very suitable for ordinary people’s living rooms, and it is not decent enough to be used in Dylan Stevenson’s living rooms.

This kind of decoration style is normal. In fact, only people who are not strong enough in their hearts or who are not strong need something to serve as a storefront. People with real strength don’t care about these things. For example, Rockefeller, even if Rockefeller goes out to ride a carriage that is about to fall apart, no one will despise Rockefeller because of this.

"What price do you think of about Springfield?" Dylan Stevenson did not delay, and did not drink a cup of tea, so he went straight to the point.

"I heard you offered Gogil eight million dollars-" Li Mu tested Dylan Stevenson's tone.

"Haha, that's a Qing Dynasty man. I heard that he was a descendant of a great nobleman. He was a fat sheep. If you miss such an opportunity, you will be punished." Dylan Stevenson was not stupid. The US government would never allow a Qing Dynasty man to buy the largest arsenal in the United States, so Dylan Stevenson offered an impossible price, which could not only reject Gogil and raise the price. It was the best of both worlds.

"That's right, I can guarantee like you that guy feels so comfortable to kill." Li Mu smiled, and then remembered the benefits of the little fat man again.

To be honest, if there were no fat guys, Li Mu's business would definitely not have developed so quickly.

"So-what do you think the price of six million dollars is like?" Dylan Stevenson did not ask for a price all over the place, a little higher than Zhang Leye's estimate.

"Not really, you have to know that I don't want a Chuntian without a controlling stake, so I have to deal with those small shareholders next. In fact, you know, as long as I give me time, Junma Weapons Company will definitely surpass Chuntian, so I think the price of three million is reasonable." Li Mu lowered the price, but left room for bargaining.

"Three million - are you crazy?" the middle-aged man suddenly interrupted.

Li Mu smiled and didn't say anything, and didn't even look at the middle-aged man.

"Shut up!" Dylan Stevenson scolded.
Chapter completed!