The dinner was held in a room that looked very old. There was a wall clock on the wall, a heavy-looking wooden table in the middle of the floor, and several murals hanging on the walls. The contents of the paintings were all about war.
The things inside look a little more iron-blooded.
"Mr. Xiao, please." Bisuo made an invitation to me and sat down at the other end of the table.
Immediately, someone pulled out a chair for me and let me sit down. I lowered my head and noticed that the carpet under my feet was bright blood red, as if it had been dyed with blood.
Biso glanced at the ancient wall clock on the wall, then turned to look at me and said, "I like to eat pasta. I don't know if Mr. Xiao is used to it, but it doesn't matter. I also specially prepared Chinese dumplings."
After Bisso finished speaking, he raised his hand and patted it gently, and a subordinate came in pushing a dining table. He was a white man. But he was probably only less than 1.7 meters tall. Such white men were very rare.
Dinner was not complicated, just as Bisso said, a piece of pasta, a medium-rare steak, a soup, and of course a Chinese dumpling specially prepared for me by Bisso.
"Mr. Xiao, do you know who owns this castle?" Bisuo asked me suddenly.
I slowly put a dumpling in my mouth and tasted it for a few bites. It tasted very good, almost completely domestic. The chef in Biso was very unusual. When I heard his question, I shook my head and said I didn't know.
Bisso continued, "This belonged to my great grandfather, Mr. Victor Doyle. I remember having dinner with him here when I was young..."
I am a little envious of Bisso. As a person who has now entered the underworld, I have some respect for Victor, a well-deserved godfather, who has established such a huge family with his own efforts.
Being able to have dinner with such a person really makes me a little envious.
I didn't expect that this castle belonged to that legendary figure.
"Mr. Xiao, frankly speaking, I invited you here this time. You must also know that the drug market in North America has been affected. The supply of drugs can only be deployed from Southeast Asia. And you are now the controller of drug supply in Southeast Asia. I want to get drugs from North America."
"Trading rights" Peso made it clear what his purpose was as soon as he arrived.
I thought about it for a moment, and while paying attention to the change in Biso's expression, I said carefully, "Mr. Biso, as far as I know, your family has never been involved in drugs..."
I tried my best to keep my tone calm. Facing such a powerful person in a large American family, who can be said to be a real godfather, every conversation we had was like a war.
Sure enough, as soon as my words came out, Bisuo's eyes flickered and he smiled slightly, "That was before. After all, no one would think that they were making less money, right? Drugs are a hugely profitable business."
Bisuo was now determined to get my supply of drugs. I rolled my eyes and saw that Bisuo and I were not the only ones in the room. There were also two of his men. Their waists were all bulging. I knew they were both.
With a gun, I was alone now, and Scar was invited to another place.
When Bisuo saw that I was silent, he then said, "Mr. Xiao, you provide me with sources of goods and I will give you money. This is fair. Besides, as far as I know, the Golden Triangle cake is not very safe in your hands now, right?"
But money is different..."
"Oh? Then I wonder what price Mr. Biso plans to offer?" I carefully tested Biso's meaning. He was talking about my current situation. This cake in the Golden Triangle has always been very hot in my hands. If I can find one,
Good transfers are also possible.
Bisuo pursed his lips and said, "Mr. Xiao, as I said just now, we are friends. For friends, talking about money is always a bad topic and will destroy friendship..."
Damn, this old fox just told me to give me money, what does he mean now? Wants to take advantage of others? Friendship, he wants me to give up my source of goods just for a peso of friendship, he is too naive, right?
.
"I wonder, Mr. Biso, how much supply do you need?" I suppressed my anger and continued to test Biso.
Biso's tone was very relaxed, and he didn't pay any attention to my dissatisfaction or noticed that he didn't take it to heart at all. "I am a big-hearted person. If you want to do something, you must do it well. I want half of your Golden Triangle supply, and I will take the opportunity to control North America."
The whole market…”
Bastard! Peso is so greedy. He wants half of my Golden Triangle supply in one sentence. Although Peso said it is impossible not to give me money, but what he means now is that he wants to get half of my goods at a very low price. It is simply fanciful.
At this time, Bisuo slowly took out a white revolver from his arms and wiped it carefully, as if he was playing with a beloved gift.
I looked at him quietly. After a long while, Peso raised his head and looked at me. Then he gently put the gun in his hand on the table and pushed it hard to the spaghetti in the middle of the table.
"Okay, Xiao, now make a choice. Do you choose to pick up the pistol or eat spaghetti?" Biso's tone was a little oppressive, which was threatening me!
Time passed little by little, and I was covered in cold sweat on my back. I was under pressure, unspeakable pressure. The aura of Peso was too strong. Facing the former old Nick, a giant in Thailand and the first godfather, I
I have never been under such pressure, and now I feel completely out of breath.
I moved slightly and changed my sitting position, which could relieve some of my pressure and make me feel more comfortable.
Bisso still stared at me calmly, and the two men behind him stood silently. I did not make a choice immediately, but asked with a somewhat mocking tone, "Mr. Bisso, should I choose the pistol?"
If so, your men will come in with submachine guns from outside immediately and kill me?"
"Then use my blood to dye the carpet to make it look more vivid?"
Bisuo looked at me and smiled little by little, "Mr. Xiao, you are joking. I am not so cruel. Although... the carpet under your feet is indeed stained red with blood, but that is my grandfather, not me..."
My throat was a little dry. I didn't expect that the carpet under my feet was really dyed red with blood. It's hard to imagine how many people have died here, in this dinner place, and how many people have been killed here because they didn't agree with them.
Stain the carpet with blood.
"To be honest, Mr. Bisso, personally I admire your grandfather very much, and even have a little respect for him. He created such a large family with one person, but... I don't like to be threatened by others..." I
His tone remained calm and he spoke little by little.
After saying that, I stretched out my hand and slowly placed it on the table, but I didn't reach for the gun or the pasta. I was observing Peso's reaction.
Sure enough, when Bisuo saw my movements, the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
I took out the cigarette I was carrying from my other hand and put it to my mouth. I didn't bother to find a lighter, so I just put it to the candle on the table and lit it.
I took a deep breath of the cigarette and slowly blew out a smoke ring. "Mr. Bisso, what do you think I will choose?" I looked at Bisso with a questioning tone.
Bisuo smiled softly, but it was not difficult to see that there was a bit of gloom in his eyes now. Bisuo motioned to his subordinates to bring him a cigar and light it.
"Mr. Xiao, you must also know that it is better to have one more friend than one more enemy. Besides, it is still a very troublesome enemy..." Bisuo's tone was teasing.
I slowly took a deep breath. The atmosphere was too depressing. I looked calm on the surface, but in fact, I was frightened inside. I didn't understand the peso on the other side.
I don’t know what his style of doing things is. Will he kill me right here if he is slightly dissatisfied, and then wash the floor with blood? I don’t know this. Every word and every decision I make is being tested, and in
Gambling, the bet is my life.
"Having many friends is naturally a good thing, but if this friend is not good for you, then I think it is meaningless..." I was completely taking a risk with this statement.
Sure enough, as soon as I said these words, Bisuo's eyes flashed with some strange looks, and some even started to become gloomy, but now I can only make a desperate move, I can't look back, once I show even a little bit of weakness, my source of goods
It can be said that half of it was swallowed by the black peso.
"Then your choice is..." Bisuo's tone was already a little unkind.
I slowly stretched out my hand, not to the pistol, but to the spaghetti, but instead of taking it back, I gently pushed it back towards the pesto and said, "Actually, I don't like spaghetti."
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I sat back, picked up a dumpling in front of me, put it in my mouth and chewed it slowly.
"I know that you have a good relationship with Nick, the leader of Thailand, and now even part of his smuggling is yours. You have also met the daughter of Hongmen in China, and the relationship is somewhat unusual. And recently, you have been with Lars
I have some contact with the family in Vegas, and I also know that they also want supplies from Southeast Asia...I know all this." Bisuo looked at my actions, and did not react immediately, but began to look at himself.
Then I started talking.
In one sentence, Bisuo explained my entire situation clearly, my current relationship and power, and the implication of his words was very obvious... Although I have relationships with so many people, Bisuo didn't care! He wanted to
Tell me he doesn't care about my abilities.
He was clearly forcing me. If I couldn't make a good choice today, would Peso kill me here without any scruples? None of the things behind me would exert any pressure or influence on Peso.
"Mr. Xiao, I hope you make a wise choice. Sometimes once you make a choice, you can't look back..." Bisuo said as he looked at me as if he was giving me the last chance.
I gently put down the chopsticks I was using to eat dumplings, looked at Bisso and said very seriously, "Mr. Bisso, thank you for the dumplings. I really don't like pasta."