Li Wenjun and Tang Zhaonian exchanged surprised looks: Not to mention, this guy has some ability and toughness, and he can compete with Li Wenjun.
The two of them went back to the hotel, changed into a set of clothes, and went to the place Leto said.
Or a nightclub.
Li Wenjun was a bit dumbfounded: Why do all these mafia gangs like to be in nightclubs? It’s such a mixed bag and noisy that it’s not easy to discuss things at all.
Leto waited at the door for Li Wenjun and the others to briefly explain the situation before going in together.
He was obviously a little nervous and muttered: "There are too few people with me."
Li Wenjun comforted him: "It's okay, we won't fight."
Leto thought for a while: "That's right, we are not here to fight, but to discuss serious business. Mainly Tang Zhaonian's gangster temperament led me astray."
Tang Zhaonian rolled his eyes: Damn it, you're used to killing people and you can't change your mind. It's none of my business.
As soon as he entered, Li Wenjun found that the nightclub he had booked today was different.
Relatively high-end, not so noisy.
The waiters are neatly dressed, and it feels a bit like a Western restaurant.
Four middle-aged men were sitting on a long semi-circular sofa, holding wine glasses and smiling as they watched the belly dancers dancing passionately in front of them.
The position where four people sit is quite interesting, clearly divided into three parts.
Two of them sat next to each other on the left, and the other two sat in the middle and the far right of the sofa.
People always think that they can hide their emotions well, but in fact, many seemingly insignificant things can reveal a lot of information.
For example, the sitting posture of these four people made him feel that their connection was not that close, but they were just a temporary group formed for profit.
When Li Wenjun and others passed by, the dancers were dancing to the most exciting part. The four men didn't want to pay attention to them.
Even someone like Tang Zhaonian could tell that this dancer was much more skilled than the one they saw a few days ago.
Tang Zhaonian subconsciously touched his wallet to throw in a tip.
Li Wenjun held him down, sat down opposite those people, and then asked the waiter to bring a bottle of champagne.
The waiter said in English: "Our champagne costs at least 100,000 lire per bottle. There is also a 30% service fee."
I mean, can you afford it?
He had a smile on his face and a polite tone, but his eyes were a bit contemptuous.
Leto Sensen glanced at the man.
Tang Zhaonian almost wanted to curse.
Li Wenjun said without changing his expression: "This grade is too low. Is there anything better?"
The waiter was stunned and said with a smile: "There are two hundred thousand and four hundred thousand bottles left."
Li Wenjun nodded slightly and took out his American Express Platinum Card and handed it to the waiter: "The one worth 400,000 yuan should be okay. Let's get a bottle first. There is a fruit plate, snacks and so on."
When the waiter saw the American Express card, he secretly gasped. Then he was so excited that he ran all the way to the bar to bring a bottle of wine and a fruit plate, and he opened it diligently and poured a glass for each of the three of them.
Tang Zhaonian and Leto felt comfortable now.
After the takeover battle in Hong Kong City, Li Wenjun received an invitation from American Express Platinum Card and became one of the first members of American American Express.
But after he did it, he rarely used it.
After all, it's usually fine, so there's no need to show off.
Tang Zhaonian was secretly amused: I like jumping on the street so much. I never give up when I want to go up against him.
Li Wenjun also found it funny: The main theme is to show off wealth, I just have money.
If the American Centurion Black Gold Card hadn't been released in 1999, it would have been better to use that as a pretense.
The person sitting opposite in the middle waved to the dancer.
The dancer immediately stopped and retreated.
The man raised his chin at Leto with an arrogant look on his face: "You are Leto, right? How do you plan to talk about it?"
Leto: "Can you make up your mind? If you can't make up your mind, don't waste my time. Find someone who can."
The man was so stimulated that he clenched his fists.
Tsk tsk tsk, it’s so direct and the smell of gunpowder is so strong.
After talking so much, didn’t you end up acting like a mafia?
Li Wenjun and Tang Zhaonian coincidentally smacked their lips secretly and shook their heads.
He took advantage of the time between the two of them to take a good look at the four people opposite him.
If one is from the mafia and the other is from the army, then the other two are representatives of the two major families?
The person who just spoke must be from the mafia.
The two sitting on the far left should be businessmen.
Businessmen all over the world are the same. They know that harmony brings wealth, so they are generally more tactful and cautious, and will not be the first to do anything unless absolutely necessary.
The one on the far right is a soldier, who is generally more reserved and accustomed to observing his opponent first and estimating his strength.
Leto just said at the door that his name was Kemal.
The Mafia finally controlled his emotions and said: "I heard that you have obtained the special signature of the new president. However, the special signature of the president has never been effective for us. After all, it is easier to change the president than the wife in this country.
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Leto spread his hands: "In business, you give me what I want, and I give you what you want. We have goods that we want to leave through the Turkish Strait. Just tell us what conditions are needed and that's it. Those bluffs
If so, don’t waste everyone’s time with it.”
The man smiled and said, "What can you give us?"
Li Wenjun silently took out his mobile phone and typed a message in English to Leto: "Ignore this person and talk to the guy on the far right named Kemal. Ask him if he wants Mi-24."
The leader of the mafia can be changed at any time. The one who controls the army is the strongest.
Leto glanced at his phone and raised his chin to Kemal, who had been sitting silently: "Does Mr. Kemal want Mi-24?"
Kemal blinked, trying to hide his excitement, but his hand holding the wine glass tightened.
Li Wenjun secretly laughed: Sure enough, all soldiers in the world are the same. When they hear the Mi-24, their eyes light up. It never works.
Kemal said: "Can you get it?"
Such a big deal and such a dangerous thing cannot be done with money. The key is to have strong enough connections.
Trust each other and the other party has sufficient capabilities.
He has tried many times, but no matter how much money he offers, no one cares about him.
Leto said: "As long as it is available in Ukraine, I can get it. But it must be delivered in Ukraine."
He could actually find the pilot and drive over, but he was afraid that the other party would do something else.
For example, Kemal blocked the plane and the pilot, saying that Ukraine invaded Turkey and refused to pay the balance.
Although he is not a religious man, he still has to be responsible for the pilots he sends.
Kemal frowned: "Can't the delivery be made in Istanbul?"
He could send someone to Ukraine to drive back, but he was afraid it would be a trap.
When the time comes, it will be a fight and a pilot will be lost.
Then neither of them trusted each other, so they stared at each other and froze.
