Morse? Yuri Dekabi doesn't like others to call him Yuri directly. Usually he will ask others to call him Mr. Morse.
Especially after these few days... he felt like he had had a weird dream.
In the dream, he was inexplicably staying in the detention room of the police station because he was wronged... But the reality is that during this time, he had been secretly planning to marry Ye Fei with a guy named Brubov.
Mu's things.
In fact, this plan was finally completed.
"Brubov, congratulations, you will soon become the new Duma. The House of Commons needs outstanding talents like you."
It was not in Dekabi's manor, but in a private room of a restaurant in the city.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Morse." Brubov was a bit calmer than Morse expected. At this banquet, he could even be described as taciturn.
Moreover, Brubov does not drink alcohol... This seems to be very rare for Russian men.
Brubov looked at Morse at this time and said calmly: "The appointment should be announced within the next two months. At that time, I will propose a shipping modification plan to the parliament and strive for more discounts for you.
'company's."
"Hahahaha! Brubov, I like your pragmatic character." Morse narrowed his eyes and said happily: "But work is work, and when it's time to relax, you still need to relax. In the evening I will give Brubov
Mr. Bove arranged several good girls..."
"If there's nothing else, I'll go back to the company first." Unexpectedly, Brubov suddenly stood up, looked at Morse and said, "Just keep in touch."
Morse's expression remained unchanged, and he sighed with a pity-like expression. "In this case, I look forward to having dinner with Mr. Brubov next time."
Brubov just nodded and tidied his clothes...as neatly as when he arrived, and then left followed by his bodyguards.
"Tsk. This Brubov reminds me of the German nation." Morse took a sip of red wine, "rather than an authentic Russian."
"Sir, Brubov is of very orthodox Russian descent, there should be nothing wrong with this." The old housekeeper promptly reminded him.
Morse shrugged and said: "I said it feels... I hate this kind of almost stereotyped guy."
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Morse said in a low voice: "Go and arrange for a few people to work in Brubov's company. I don't like what Brubov said, so I just assumed it was what it was."
"clear."
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"Boss, do you really plan to continue working with the DeKalb family?" The secretary, who was sitting upright in the car, suddenly asked.
Brubov, who had closed his eyes to rest, slowly opened his eyes. He looked out the car window and suddenly asked: "Where is this place?"
The secretary had no choice but to say: "We are almost to Tverskaya Street."
"Stop, I want to get out of the car and take a walk." Brubov ordered softly.
The secretary had no choice but to ask the driver in front of him to find a place to stop on the street. After getting off the car, Brubov suddenly said: "Just wait for me here. I want to walk alone."
"Boss, this is too dangerous." The secretary frowned.
Tverskaya Street is filled with a large number of shops, restaurants and hotels. It is a place where tourists and locals like to spend money. The mobility of people is too high, so naturally there will be a lot of pickpockets and the like.
This secretary is not worried about her boss's safety.
"Have you forgotten what I did before?" Brubov patted his secretary on the shoulder and said calmly: "Just wait for me here."
The secretary has no choice. Of course he knows what his boss did before he entered business.
He's a soldier.
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If the club occupies the position of a real store in the commercial street in the city of Luoqiu, and at the same time the store exists in different phases and in the same place, then the club has not come to
Before the city where Luoqiu is located, it should also have its own place to stay.
"Spice shop?"
"Yes, this is the address where the club was before it moved."
Boss Luo took a good look at this small shop selling spices from different parts of the world...well, mainly from Europe.
Anyway, he didn't really believe that his previous boss, who was in such a state of never leaving the house, would deliberately choose such a place as a place of business.
So... it was probably the maid lady who chose it.
Luo Qiu looked at You Ye curiously... The maid just blinked her eyes, tilted her head and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"
This...is this too cute?
The maid in the club is doing business here once in a thousand years, right?
"It's nothing." Luo Qiu, who just buried the appearance of the maid in his heart and was unwilling to say more, preferring to appreciate it quietly, smiled and said: "It's a rare occasion to come back and buy some spices to use..."
But his words suddenly stopped, and with a hint of movement, Luo Qiu turned his eyes.
That's the feeling of the black card...and the black card reflects the emotions of the holder.
It wasn't too strong, but there was a vague feeling of wanting to meet each other. As if sensing what Boss Luo sensed, You Ye stopped in his tracks and cast a questioning look.
"Create a place for negotiation." Luo Qiu slowly ordered.
The maid nodded, her dark blue pupils as bright as the sea, slightly brightening... Looking at You Ye's eyes, Luo Qiu couldn't help but think of the day when he visited the club for the first and only time as a guest.
She is still so charming.
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Gradually, Brubov realized that something was wrong. There seemed to be fewer and fewer pedestrians around him.
It was a bit strange. It was not that he had walked to a place with few people, but that people disappeared one by one in front of him, but the street was still the same.
All around, some gray mist began to emerge from the ground. Brubov subconsciously stretched out his hand and pressed it on his chest.
In the inner pocket of the suit that was close to his chest, there was a secret that he never intended to tell anyone in his life... He subconsciously speeded up his pace and finally came to a small shop selling spices.
It's this small shop... Every once in a while, he will subconsciously pass by this small shop and then stand quietly for a while.
Many times, he basically gained nothing. But this time... he saw something different.
Everything in the shop seemed to have stopped...as if it had entered a rift in time and space.
He didn't see the shopkeeper, nor any more customers... except for a man and a woman. The man was facing away from him and looking at the products on a display cabinet.
As for the girl...
"Miss Youye! Long time no see."
Brubov took a deep breath, looked up, seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still stepped into the spice shop.
…
"It's been a long time indeed, Mr. Brubov." The maid greeted him with a smile.
Brubov said seriously at this time: "Since that time, I have passed by here many times, but..."
"It's been a while since the club moved from here." You Ye still said with a professional smile: "It's just that if the customer's desire to trade is strong enough, it is entirely possible to come to our store.
... Mr. Brubov, maybe he just hesitates around here every time?"
Brubov smiled bitterly and said: "Twenty years ago, after I spent my love and got enough funds...until now, I am still single."
He shook his head and said: "Over the years, although there have been many outstanding women around me, they have not been able to make my heart move. I think my hesitation is not without reason."
"That's it." Youye nodded and said nothing. Instead, he turned around quietly and looked at his master's back.
Only then did Brubov take a deep breath and said seriously: "Long time no see, shopkeeper."
"But I don't think we have ever met formally. Mr. Brubov...is that right?"
Although I saw you just a few days ago and you couldn't see me, Boss Luo still thought to himself: I haven't seen you for a long time... (To be continued.)
