Nicholas didn't wait for Zhou Wen to continue asking, and explained bitterly: "You know, we who run restaurants usually give some benefits to the patrol room, but they are also wolves that can never be fed. So.
After learning that I was leaving, he also wanted to take another piece of flesh from me."
"So, among the people who threaten you, there are your neighbors, your employees, and the police officers on the streets maintaining law and order. With all due respect, your world seems to be full of enemies." Zhou Wen's words seemed to be joking, but
But it was a bit mocking.
By this time, Zhou Wen had basically determined that there was something wrong with Nicholas.
how to say?
It's as if you are always out of tune with the surrounding environment in your life and work. You always feel that it is others who are sorry for you and it is their fault, and you also have conflicts with most people.
Well, it can only be said that there is something wrong with your outlook on life and life. In other words, you are a very egoistic and selfish person who basically does not consider other people's feelings and does not understand others.
As for the Nicholas in front of him, Zhou Wen judged that he was this type of person.
He believes that such an extremely selfish person must also be a miser. It does not mean that he has no money, but that he cannot bear to spend money.
So he was ready to end today's conversation.
"Then, I'm sorry, Mr. Nicholas..."
"No, no, no, Mr. Scholar, please listen to me." Nicholas saw Zhou Wen's refusal and quickly interjected, with a bit of pleading in his tone.
Zhou Wen gracefully raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, gesturing for him to continue speaking.
Nicholas knew that if he didn't come up with something attractive, maybe no one would help him again.
So he went straight to the point and said: "5,000 a day... No, I'll give you 10,000 a day."
"Is it U.S. dollars?" Zhou Wen asked.
Nicholas hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zhou Wen, gritted his teeth and said: "It's US dollars."
A trace of surprise flashed in Zhou Wen's eyes, he didn't expect that the old man Nicholas was so rich.
A miser is willing to offer 10,000 US dollars a day, which is 70,000 US dollars in 7 days.
Tsk tsk tsk, this Nikolai is very rich.
And judging from his attitude, I'm afraid that the threat he talked about lightly has actually affected his life safety, so he is still very anxious.
He was very anxious, but Zhou Wen was not anxious.
Haha, this business can be considered, but it is by no means just a matter of 70,000 yuan, there are still articles to be done.
At this moment, Nicholas, who had a very bad impression in Zhou Wen's mind, instantly became a big benefactor in Zhou Wen's eyes.
With a signature friendly smile on his face, Zhou Wen said to Nicholas: "Mr. Nicholas, do you think this will work? Since both of us lack a deep understanding, we can sign the entrustment contract today without any rush."
"But..." Nicholas was a little anxious, and when he was about to speak, Zhou Wen raised his hand to signal him to calm down.
"Mr. Nicholas, please listen to what I have to say first. My suggestion is that the agreement will not be signed for the time being, but the security work can start today. We will discuss it after we understand the situation of your living environment.
It’s a matter of contract. If no agreement is reached in the end, then the security services during this period will be provided to you free of charge.”
"After all, the environment is different, and the personnel we dispatch are different. Please believe that we are professional and we must follow professional procedures. This is also to better protect the safety of you and your family."
At this time, Nicholas knew in his heart that the polite and friendly Chinese young man in front of him was probably no longer satisfied with the salary of 10,000 US dollars a day.
"Oh God! Look at all the people I've met! Are all vampires in my world?"
Although Nicholas was aggrieved, he knew that he had no choice and the initiative was completely controlled by the seemingly polite and friendly Chinese young man in front of him.
But he still wanted to make a final effort, so he said: "Mr. Scholar, I still want to reach an agreement today. Of course, if you feel that the price is not appropriate, I can also consider increasing it a little more."
"No, no, no, Mr. Nicholas, there is an old saying in China, 'You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.' I think we will eventually reach an agreement that satisfies both parties, right?" Zhou Wen said unhurriedly.
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At this time, Nicholas looked at Zhou Wen's gentle smile and felt like he was looking at a devil smiling. But now he had no choice but to nod in agreement.
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During this period, the number of Belarusians in Shanghai was approximately 30,000.
Most of these Belarusians live scattered in the central part of the original French Concession, namely the Xiafei Road and Masnan Road areas. A small number of them live in the Hongkou area within the public concession.
Nicola's Purple Rose Restaurant is located in the eastern section of Xihuade Road in Hongkou.
Seaward served as the U.S. consul in Shanghai. In 1863, he proposed an expansion plan for the Hongkou Concession. In order to commemorate his great achievements (actually an act of banditry to plunder Chinese land), the public concession named a 400-year-old road after him.
Streets of meters.
At this time, a black car drove slowly from the street and stopped at the entrance of the Purple Rose Restaurant.
At the entrance of an alley not far from the restaurant, there were several young Belarusians holding cigarettes in their mouths and talking about something. Suddenly, their attention was attracted by the people getting out of this car.
"Hi! Victor, have you seen it? Our Lord Earl may have found a good helper."
Among the several young people, a tall young man with short hair and a scar on his face glanced at Nicholas who got off the car and a young Chinese man in a suit next to him, but his attention was focused on getting out of the car at the same time.
on three other Chinese people.
I saw that the three of them were all wearing black uniforms similar to jackets, with a patterned armband on their left arm. It was difficult to see clearly from a distance. One of them was particularly tall and burly, but he looked very young.
The key is that he saw the gun holsters and dark pistols on the waists of these people.
Moreover, he felt a hint of chill in the eyes of several people who glanced at him casually.
"There seems to be some trouble!" The scarred White Russian young man named Victor muttered to himself. The half cigarette in the corner of his mouth bounced up and down with his voice, but his narrowed eyes showed no fear.
Instead, a fierce light flashed through the slits of his eyes.
At this time, Zhou Wen, who was standing next to Nicholas, was looking at the entrance of the restaurant.
I saw that the lacquered red door of the restaurant was locked, but the glass windows facing the street on both sides had been completely shattered. There were glass fragments on the ground, and most of the gauze curtains facing the windows inside had been torn apart, and the broken corners were blown by the wind.
Swaying, exuding an aura of decay.
Nicholas sighed and said: "Mr. Scholar, have you seen this? This is what my good neighbors did. They are eager to empty every table and chair in the dining room, and the tableware in the kitchen has been stolen by them.