"Okay, but what do you want this for?" Mu Shaoling asked, holding his phone, calling up the tattoo pattern and sending it to Nangong Si's phone.
Nangong Si looked at the picture sent and explained: "Although I am an inconspicuous little person, I often receive commissions. I will definitely be able to use this in the future."
Mu Shaoling put down the phone.
Nangong Si also put his phone in his pocket and handed it over, "Brother, your company has won the project. I haven't congratulated you yet. Congratulations."
"Thank you." Mu Shaoling shook his hand.
Nangong Si touched his chin, looked around, and got what he wanted. He couldn't find out what he wanted to ask about. It was pointless for him to stay here, so he said: "Brother, you have a good rest, I'm still here."
If you have something to do, I'll go back first. If you need anything, just call me. I'm still here in Russia during this time."
"Okay, since my legs and feet are inconvenient, I won't send you downstairs. Please close the door when you leave." Mu Shaoling said, without any intention of sending him downstairs, and directly turned on the computer on the table.
"I got it, then I'll go first." Nangong Si didn't notice anything, and the two of them basically got along like this. He opened the door to the room, and there was no one in the living room of the suite.
It seems that Nian Mu is still in the room.
Nangong Si whistled, turned and left, closing the door of the suite.
Mu Shaoling shook his head. He had been dealing with the project since he came back from the hotel yesterday and did not have time to tell Song Beixi what happened here.
This time, he sent an email to Song Beixi, telling him about the horror island and Song Beiye's participation in the project bidding with the tender document he specially prepared.
On Song Beiye's side, he had no intention of letting it go.
But no matter what you want to do, you must tell Song Beixi in advance. After all, he is Song Beiye's brother.
After a while, Song Beixi made an overseas phone call to Mu Shaoling.
"Did that brat Song Beiye really do this?"
"Well, that tender document was made by someone from the company, and I did it on purpose..." Mu Shaoling glanced at the door, and then continued: "I left it to Nian Mu on purpose to see if she would take it away."
"It's impossible for Nian Mu to give the tender document to Song Beiye." Song Beixi affirmed that the relationship between the two was not good, and Song Beiye wanted to squeeze Nian Mu to death because Li Ni and Nian Mu didn't have a good impression of Song Beiye either, so it was impossible.
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"Well, there is an intermediary among them. I guess he is the one who controls Nian Mu. Now Shuo Feng is monitoring him. I just want to say hello to you." Mu Shaoling said.
"I understand. This is T Group's business. You can do whatever you want. For other things, if you need anything, just ask." Song Beixi felt a little guilty. As Song Beiye's brother, she didn't know that he had done it secretly.
So many shady things.
And these things are still related to his brother.
Fortunately, it was a deliberate design by Mu Shaoling, and T Group did not suffer any losses because of what Song Beiye did.
Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to face his good brother for more than thirty years.
After ending the call, Song Beixi made a call to Song Beiye.
The call was dialed, but after two rings, Song Beiye hung up.
Song Beixi couldn't help but cursed and called him again.
This time, Song Beiye's phone could no longer be answered.
Song Beixi frowned, "What are you doing? I'll repair it when someone comes back from Russia."
He didn't believe that Song Beiye would never return to China. After all, he still had his company here. There was no way he would not want the company he had worked so hard to establish.
The other side.
Song Beiye's suite.
He looked at the tough man with a gun pointed at his forehead, his expression gloomy.
"Mr. Abep, are you doing this to me?"
He looked at the man sitting on the sofa opposite. As soon as he opened the door, a gun was fired at him on the sofa, making him unable to move.
There was no one of his own around him. Song Beiye knew that if he moved at this moment, his head would be blasted with a big hole.
This time, he miscalculated.
Song Beiye didn't expect that just a pharmaceutical company boss would have such a force behind him, carrying guns in and out of Russia, and pointing a gun at his forehead at any time.
From this point of view, he finally understood at this moment that Abep was not an ordinary businessman.
"Aren't you looking for me? I saw you worked so hard to find me, so you came here. Why, Mr. Song Beiye, why are you looking for me?" Abepu took a puff of his cigar and sneered.
Xia Qinghe searched for him all day long, and finally contacted him, and told him in a short story that a man named Song was looking for him.
Abeipu knew that the person named Song was Song Beiye without any investigation.
Since he wanted to come to him, he would personally come to his door.
Anyway, no one outside now knows that he is the boss of Terror Island, and it is still very convenient to enter and exit.
After his subordinates found out which floor of the hotel Song Beiye lived on, he asked his subordinates to open a room in his own name and got there smoothly.
The security guards below were not disturbed, let alone the local police. Everything went smoothly.
Song Beiye glanced at the dark muzzle of the gun. Once it went off, he would tell him where it was.
Being held at gunpoint, it would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid, but now facing Abep, no matter how scared he was, he had to be tough.
"I do have something to do with you, but your gun..." Song Beiye looked at the careless man.
Now he dares to point a gun at him in the hotel. He is definitely not a simple person. If he still has his previous plan, the unlucky person will not be Abep, but himself.
He estimated that if Abep was asked to take out the money he had swallowed before, he might not be able to leave the hotel.
"My subordinate mistakenly thought you wanted to negotiate with me, so he raised his gun. Don't worry, this gun has been improved and will not misfire. It is also equipped with a top-notch silencer. Even if it misfires, it will not disturb the people next door.
"Abep said deliberately.
Installed a silencer...
No matter how stupid Song Beiye was, he still knew the meaning.
Even if he was told to be here today, no one would know about it. By the time the hotel staff found out, Abep and his subordinates had already left.
And it seems that Russia has their stronghold. Even if there is surveillance outside that can catch them coming in, they have a way to eliminate the surveillance.
This is what will happen after he is dealt with.
However, Song Beiye had no intention of letting himself explain here.
"I do have something to talk to you about, but it's not a negotiation." Song Beiye suppressed the anger in his heart and had to change his words. A good man will not suffer the immediate consequences!
Abep raised his eyebrows with a proud look on his face, "So it's not a negotiation? That's a misunderstanding. I'm sorry. My subordinates are used to pointing guns at the other side during negotiations to ensure my interests, Alai.
