Chapter four hundred and ninety fifth boring pantomime
"How can this be?"
Nelson showed an embarrassed look on his face, paused and continued to explain: "Although the five-step snake is a venomous snake, its meat is delicious and very rare. After being caught, the poison has been eliminated, so it can be safely used. However, this is what our husband specially treats
For important guests."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Beto, and it was obvious that he already treated Zhang Yang as a distinguished guest.
"Yes, seeing the medical skills displayed by the little brothers today opened my eyes, so I asked them to entertain them well." Beto knew that he was doing it on purpose, and he was furious, but he still smiled and said.
The food and wine on the table were indeed a rare luxury for ordinary people, but for him, he didn't feel distressed.
The reason why we recruited a few people was just because Zhang Yang agreed to cooperate. Although I felt that this young man's words were unreliable, it was still much better than him rejecting the offer and leaving no hope.
"So that's it. Boss Bei really deserves the reward." Zhang Yang continued with a look of realization: "You guys should hurry up and eat! Why are you looking at me? Don't be so polite. I'll give you a toast."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Putina to translate, he directly picked up the wine glass and shook it, then drank it all...
Putina was completely stunned, and the corner of her mouth twitched, thinking how could anyone be as shameless as you? It was so indescribable that she even felt a burning sensation on her face when she was with him.
"Yes, yes, everyone is welcome."
After listening to Putina's translation, Beto raised his glass in embarrassment. Knowing that he was deliberately pretending to be crazy, he deliberately added and changed the subject: "Cheers to all of us for happy cooperation."
He deliberately brought up the topic of cooperation just to remind Zhang Yang not to just eat and drink shamelessly. He entertained them well for the sake of cooperation.
He Shuqing, Putina and Catherine had already picked up the wine glasses helplessly. After hearing his words, they looked at each other and put the wine glasses back on the table.
In their opinion, the price of this drink is too high...
Beto, who had killed innocent people indiscriminately and committed all kinds of evil, had already made them feel incredible when they sat together, and they would definitely not agree to any of his conditions again.
It is undeniable that the reason why I sit with Beto is entirely because of his hypocritical smile, and of course, more importantly, Zhang Yang’s shameless and unreliable decision to cooperate...
"Come on, cheers, happy cooperation." Zhang Yang showed an indifferent attitude and shouted generously holding the wine glass.
"Ahem, Zhang Yang, I think we should discuss it first before making a decision."
He Shuqing coughed twice to remind him that he wanted to discuss it, which naturally meant that he should not agree yet.
He could see that Zhang Yang was not a bad person. How could he cooperate with someone who killed innocent people indiscriminately?
If he is afraid of death, the shameless behavior he shows shows that he is not nervous inside at this moment, but is very relaxed.
Thinking of these, He Shuqing was completely confused. I didn't know whether the cooperation he mentioned was true or false? So I wanted to ask him what he really thought in his heart.
"The medicine was jointly developed by you, Mr. He and Catherine. Why do you make the decision alone? It's too selfish to cooperate when you say we want to cooperate."
Putina pouted her thick lips and continued: "Your decision can ignore the national honor and the suffering it causes to the Liberian people, but you cannot let Catherine, who is an international friend, look down on you."
Talking to Zhang Yang about big things like national responsibility and the suffering of the people is like playing the piano to a cow, and he will just pretend to be crazy and act stupid and dismissive.
Therefore, Putina could only use the most basic and direct moral restraint to tell him that she could not use other people's research results to please Beto alone.
Especially the beauty Catherine was brought out, because she knew that Zhang Yang had always tried to please this blonde beauty, hoping that this method could stimulate his sense of shame and passionate side as a man.
After all, men are afraid of being looked down upon by women, especially beautiful women...
"This..." Zhang Yang was speechless for a moment. He looked at the three Catherines and then at Beto, with a troubled look on his face.
Although Beto could not understand what they were communicating, he could feel from Zhang Yang's troubled expression that it must be Putina and He Shuqing who were blocking him.
He also immediately understood that Putina and Cannide had always been against him, and she was the translator for several people. Everything had to go through her first, which would definitely be very detrimental to him.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but become anxious. It was naturally impossible to find a translator temporarily...
"Why don't you guys eat?"
After a while, Beto finally came up with a solution that was not a solution. He continued with a hypocritical smile: "Isn't it to everyone's taste? How about this? I'll ask the servants to cook a few more dishes alone. It seems that everyone should be very satisfied.
If you are tired, go to your room and take a rest first. After the servants are ready, I will ask them to take you to your room."
The reason why he said it was not a solution was because he was very eager to know a way to control the plague, so he made such a decision regardless of face.
What's more, except for Zhang Yang, several other people obviously don't want to cooperate with him. Is it necessary to consider their feelings and spend money to entertain them?
It is undeniable that as a leader of an anti-government armed force who is also cunning and cunning, making such a decision is very stupid and even hard for people to believe.
But the importance of vaccines to him is self-evident. Isn't it just for the power and money in his heart that he fights, kills and hides every day?
Now that there is a shortcut, even just one step away, it is understandable that I feel crazy with excitement and impulse.
"I have prepared a room for you, please come with me." Nelson came forward and greeted with a smile.
He Shuqing and Putina looked at each other, with expressions of dumbfounding on their faces...
Of course, it would be more pleasant for them to go back to their room to eat. After all, no one wants to sit and dine with this murderous anti-political leader, and they are not used to such hypocritical politeness.
"Little brother, please come with me." When everyone was walking out of the restaurant, Beto called out to Zhang Yang.
"What?" Zhang Yang asked knowingly.
"I have something to discuss with you."
After he finished speaking, he ignored Putina who was translating at the side and took his arm like an old friend and walked towards the corridor.
"Zhang Yang, if you tell him, not only will you not get any benefits, but you will also kill us. Everyone will die."
Putina understood that Beto's approach was to put herself aside, so she reminded her loudly.
She didn't know how two people who couldn't speak the same language communicated, but she clearly understood that once Beto knew the method to restrain the plague, she would be of no use to him.
Of course, Zhang Yang must be very clear about this...
Beto pulled him into a room that was similar to a study. There were scattered books on the mahogany bookshelves, a laptop on a large desk, and a sofa and other items on one side.
This kind of design and furnishings makes people easily think of a boss's office, but no one would have imagined that it would be the study of a murderous anti-government militant leader...
Beto opened the drawer on his desk, took out a pen and paper and put it on the table. He pointed at it with a smile. The meaning was very clear, that is, he was asked to write down the method of treating the plague on it.
Zhang Yang shrugged, looking helpless.
He understood what Beto meant, but he also knew that he couldn't agree to him so simply, and even said that he had no intention of telling him.
He only agreed to cooperate with him to delay time. In Zhang Yang's view, only the four of him knew how to cure the plague anyway, so he could just give Beto a recipe to fool him.
Of course, this kind of fooling around needs to be more realistic...
Bang bang bang...
There was a slight knock on the door, and Beto agreed casually. The servant opened the door and walked in, carrying two cups of steaming coffee and placing them on the table.
The room was immediately filled with the strong aroma of coffee, which lifted people's spirits.
Zhang Yang picked up a cup of coffee, but did not drink it. Instead, he drew an equal sign on the paper, and then marked a question mark.
The meaning is very obvious, it is to ask Beto, since he has come up with a way to restrain the plague, what conditions of equal value can he give himself.
The leader of the anti-government militants, especially one with a hypocritical face like a businessman like Beto, is not only ruthless but also cunning and clever.
When I saw the symbols Zhang Yang drew on the paper, I was immediately overjoyed...
Just as Zhang Yang expected, if he wrote down the recipe easily, he would doubt whether it was true or false?
But after seeing his offer of exchange, Beto believed that he was also driven by the temptation of profit, so he agreed to cooperate with him.
After pondering for a moment, Beto took out a Liberian coin from his pocket and placed it on the table. Then he picked up a pen and drew a series of circles on it.
Money can make you grind and push ghosts. It seems that this is not a unique characteristic of China...
There was a silence in the room at this time, which could even be described as a pin drop.
Two people who don't understand each other use paper, pen and smiles to express their inner thoughts and exchange so-called conditions with each other. It's like a silent pantomime, which makes people feel funny.
One smile has a ruffian-like greed, the other has a hypocritical cunning...
Zhang Yang unceremoniously counted the circles behind him. There were ten of them. He counted on his fingers and found that the number was already hundreds of millions. A greedy smile appeared on his face.
As for whether it was Liberian currency, Chinese currency, or the internationally accepted rice dollar, Zhang Yang didn't understand the conversion, and of course he didn't care at all. He had no idea about money at all.
Doing this is nothing more than pretentious acting.
He did not rush to agree, but pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, then circled the circles again with a pen to show that he had agreed, and then drew an equal sign underneath... (To be continued)