The monk put one hand on the table and held a cigarette in the other, tasting it slowly. The gray light in his eyes flashed away.
"I'm sorry, my time is precious. If you are a friend, please tell me your intentions. If you are an enemy, there is nothing to say."
The uncle and the emperor looked at each other, but did not speak. The three of them sat in silence, and the atmosphere was very awkward.
"Since you have chosen silence, there is nothing more to say. I hope you will go all out when we meet next time."
The monk stretched himself, stood up slowly, and looked at the two guys with a smile.
He turned around and was about to leave, when the Emperor finally couldn't bear it any longer.
"Please wait a moment, monk, we don't know how big the power behind you is, or even which faction you belong to. As for whether you are an enemy or a friend, it's hard to say.
However, it can be seen from the last time you burned up the world that you must have a conflict with the boss behind the scenes here. From this point of view, we are the same as you.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, isn't it?"
The corners of the monk's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled inadvertently, thinking: Are these two old foxes finally going to speak? Okay, let's hear what you have to say first!
He looked towards the dance floor. In the dim lights, those people were dancing excitedly, "Look, they are so happy. Haha, can you make me happy too?"
The emperor secretly laughed: Huh, what a cunning guy! He actually mentioned the conditions. He rolled his eyes and couldn't help but sneer.
"Brother, why don't you tell me how you want to be happy?"
"I don't have any lofty ambitions, and I am relatively simple. As long as I have good things, I will be happy." The monk narrowed his eyes and sat down again.
"Oh? I wonder what the good things that brothers know are? Why don't you tell us, we are all ears, and by the way, we can help you identify whether they are good things or not."
The monk knew that if he spoke first, it would seem that he had the initiative in his own hands, but this was not the case.
As long as he puts forward a condition at will, the other party will take the opportunity to bargain or even suppress it.
At that time, these two guys can completely position him based on the conditions he has set.
If that's the case, wouldn't it be worth the loss? It's better to let the other party make a price. If you don't know what the price is, the price is definitely not low.
The monk silently searched for countermeasures in his heart, smoked half a cigarette, and suddenly said, "Haha, you are the masters. I always like guests to do as they please. Besides, I am just an ordinary person. Whatever can make you happy
, it can also make me happy.”
The emperor secretly sighed and thought: Damn it, the devil is one foot higher than the Tao!
Finally, he finally gave up beating around the bush and went straight to negotiate terms with the monk.
"What do you want? Money? Since you have the guts to do such a thing, I believe you will have it." The emperor changed from his normal state and straightened his body, as if he were a businessman.
The monk suddenly became depressed. Damn, who said I'm not short of money? I'm just a student who has just entered university. Damn it, after all the talk, I can't help them asking for money anymore.
.
If he asked for money again, his status in their hearts would be greatly reduced, and then the gains would outweigh the losses. He couldn't help but frown and thought seriously.
"Money? To me, it's just a numbers game. What I want is an opportunity for long-term cooperation, or a channel."
The monk pretended not to care and spoke slowly, but his heart kept bleeding.
The emperor and the uncle looked at each other, and they suddenly understood. They all guessed the monk's true identity. This guy seems to be not simple!
"Long-term cooperation? I don't know what aspect Brother Monk is referring to. If we can help, we will do our best." The uncle who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke.
This guy was silent, but he actually spoke at this time. It seems that his status must be high, the monk thought silently in his heart.
"Haha, I don't know what aspects I am dissatisfied with, but my appetite is quite big."
The uncle was immediately surprised. Damn it, this guy is almost a man. Even if he talks about this, he is still watertight. If it were placed elsewhere, he believed that anyone who dared to talk to him like this would have been hacked by a knife.
Broken in half.
"Brother, pornography, gambling, drugs, you have to give me a general direction!"
"To tell you the truth, brothers have no interest in these three things. I don't know if there are any others!"
It’s not that the monk didn’t want to do it, and he wasn’t someone who was afraid of getting into trouble. It’s just that he didn’t have the ability to do these three things. In desperation, he had no choice but to pretend not to care and said it lightly.
But this simple sentence shocked the other party. The monk's status in their hearts rose again. Being a gangster was the lowest way to make money in the underworld. He was not interested in any of these. Could it be that he had already
Jumped out of this circle?
If they knew what the monk was thinking, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood and die.
The uncle kept tapping his fingers on the table. After an unknown amount of time, he finally spoke again.
"Brother, you are not playing with us brothers! Since you are not interested in these things, what can arouse your interest?"
The uncle originally wanted to test him and feel his bottom. However, as soon as these words came out, the monk's heart suddenly felt like a huge wave.
He was shocked. Did he reveal a flaw somewhere? How did this guy see it? He frowned and thought slowly.
However, his demeanor added a bit of mystery in the eyes of the two uncles.
The uncle broke out in a cold sweat and soaked the clothes on his back. He was betting that the monk was pretending to be a supporter in front of them.
At this time, the monk was even more depressed. Suddenly, an inexplicable thought came to his mind. Are they testing themselves again? Through such a scare, they want to see if they can reveal any flaws!
Damn it, take life and death lightly, just do it if you don't accept it. Thinking of this, the monk's face became angry, and he pretended to be angry, with a look of displeasure on his face.
"If you are sincere, please stop saying these non-nutritive words, okay? My time is very precious, and I believe it is the same for you."
The monks are working hard, but they are still guessing about the nihilistic organization behind them.
As soon as these words came out, the uncle suddenly piled on the chair like a deflated rubber ball.
His hands were slowly shaking, and he suppressed the shock in his heart. He put the cigarette to his mouth, and a trembling flame came out of the lighter, illuminating his livid face.
The monk was secretly happy that he had made the right bet, and the other party's expression had already told him the answer.
He arrogantly picked up a cigarette and stretched out a hand, "Brother, when you're done using it, lend me your lighter."
The uncle was suddenly startled and dropped the lighter on the table. He was obviously frightened.
"Crack!"
The monk slowly raised his buttocks and grabbed the lighter.
He was very puzzled. It was really strange and he didn't say anything. Why did the other party become like this in an instant.
Of course he doesn't know the secrets of these underworlds. If an organization even disdains prostitution, gambling, and drugs, then it can only mean that the organization has turned from black to white at worst.
You know, the boss behind the largest red building in Beijing is unable to turn it into a real business.
If you want to bleach something, it can be said that it is more difficult than reaching the sky.
The three people in the field suddenly fell silent. The uncle slowly threw the cigarette butt on the ground. A cigarette made his mental state improve a lot, and he spoke carefully.
"May I ask, brother, are you interested in smuggling?"
Smuggling? This is even more unaffordable. Damn it, forget it and ask for some money to finish. I believe they will not give you less this time.
"Well... I think it's better to forget it. You don't have anything too good, so you might as well give me some pocket money."
The monk breathed lazily and pretended to be lazy.
After hearing this, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, because they knew that smuggling was just something they had just come into contact with, and it was not on a large scale yet. If he insisted on talking about this aspect, the talks would probably collapse.