Chapter two hundred and ninety-six thousand-year-old second child is not without benefits
Just as Vigo said, Abram understood that things had reached a point of no return and said helplessly: "What do you need me to do?"
These words made Vigo very happy. If Abram was on the same front with him, his winning rate would greatly increase.
I stood up and tried to lift the four large handbags next to the sofa, but gave up after lifting one. It was too heavy. I kicked the remaining three bags at my feet.
I opened a suitcase on the table. When I opened the suitcase, it was filled with gold coins from the Continental Hotel.
Vigo said solemnly: "There are a total of 20 million US dollars and 200 Continental Hotel gold coins here. No one should be looking at you yet.
I need you to take the money and gold coins and go to the Continental Hotel to issue a mission and kill everyone who opposes us."
Abram jumped up in fright, "This is impossible, Vigo, no matter how powerful the Continental Hotel is, it will not accept this kind of mission. It's no problem to kill one, two or even ten.
But if the Continental Hotel dares to accept this kind of full-scale intervention in the power struggle in the underworld of New York, it will definitely be targeted by all the forces in the underworld afterwards, and they will not accept such a task that breaks the rules."
"Then go to the hotel manager Winston privately. I don't believe he doesn't have a killer to take the private job. As long as the task doesn't enter the hotel's killer system, it won't have much impact on Winston. At least we have to do it at the Continental Hotel.
They won't attack us.
And you tell him that as long as he is willing to help me, I will definitely repay him in the future. As long as I can do it, I will help you three times for free."
"But,,"
"fk, there is no but".
Seeing that Abram was still hesitant, Vigo walked up to him and stared at him fiercely and said: "What I am discussing with you now is about whether our Tarasov family can exist.
Those damn rules can only be considered rules after we are all alive. If we are not alive, the rules are bullshit.
Do you fucking understand the current situation? Do you want your son to be killed and your daughter to become a street girl? Asshole."
Vigo's scolding finally woke Abram up. He put down his worries and said with a ferocious look on his face, "Okay, let's do it.
Whoever wants to kill us, we will kill first. At worst, I will open all the taxi information networks under my command to Winston for free."
"Haha, yes, that's how it should be, Abram. When it's done, I will support you in integrating all the taxis in New York. You will become the second King of News in New York besides Bowery King, the King of Beggars."
"Really?" Abram asked excitedly.
"Of course, if I don't support you, who else can you support?" Vigo replied affirmatively,
At the same time, I thought that it would be a good idea to hand over all the less profitable and troublesome taxi business to Abram, lest he start other businesses after he has oil and smuggling cars.
Vigo knew very well that the entire taxi system in New York was not easy to integrate. He would be grateful if he could occupy half of it. It would be impossible to occupy all of it.
But even if it only accounts for half, it would still be a great thing.
From now on, even if Abram can't be like Bowery King, who knows everything about New York's underground, he won't be much worse.
Damn it, Vigo suddenly looked at Abram in fear. When did this younger brother, who was a bit reckless in his eyes, become so shrewd? Were those words just now intentional or unintentional?
As long as he has the source of information about the underground world, to a certain extent, Abram will be more useful to those big shots than him, the boss.
Who knows when this identity can save his life.
Feeling doubtful, Vigo asked tentatively: "Are you confident? The future king of news."
"Of course, as long as I have your support and the profits from oil and smuggled cars, I will definitely be able to integrate all taxis in New York,"
Abram tilted his mouth and laughed, "Don't worry, Vigo, if you want to know anything from now on, just tell me and I promise to give it to you right away."
These words made Vigo's tense heart relax. It seems that his younger brother is still the same reckless man. He really thinks that if he has money, someone can consolidate all the taxis. Hehe, you will be in trouble in the future.
"Thank you, my brother, we don't have much time, go find Winston quickly, go early, lest someone rushes to find him before us," Vigo said in a low voice.
"Understood", Abram nodded, and Vigo and he struggled to drag four backpacks and suitcases to the elevator.
The elevator went down to the underground parking lot, and the two of them worked together to lift four backpacks and a box containing 200 gold coins into Abram's car.
"Fk, I never knew 5 million US dollars could be so heavy," Vigo cursed in a low voice after closing the car door.
"Haha, Vigo, you didn't know this. 10 million US dollars weighs 105 kilograms. Unless you are a super strong man, no one can easily carry 5 million US dollars around.
Those people in the movies who always carry 5 million or 10 million on their backs are definitely fake," Abram said with a laugh.
Vigo was a little embarrassed and said, "Okay, let's get down to business."
"Understood", Abram nodded, opened the door, got in the car and started the car, opened the window and said to Vigo: "Wait for my good news."
"Well, keep it secret and wait for your good news."
After seeing Abram off, Vigo stood in the parking lot with some anticipation and watched Abram's car turn away. He silently thought that as long as Winston was on his side, it would be much easier for him to get rid of his opponent.
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Driving out of the parking lot, Abram cursed Vigo while driving, "fku, Vigo, do you really think I'm an idiot? Let's see, bastard, do you really think that seat is easy to sit in?"
If I hadn't been forced by you and had no way out, an idiot would risk his life to help you, you bastard, and still want to be the king of the underground. I think when you really get there, it's time for you to go see Satan, idiot, bastard, and no brain."
After scolding for a long time, Abram suddenly laughed and said, "It's not bad, at least as long as you get on the line with Winston,
From now on, you don’t have to worry about being assassinated by a killer. There is no killer in New York who dares to disobey the Continental Hotel Manager’s order.
There are benefits to not being the boss. The best way to make a fortune is to keep a low profile. People often focus on the number one in the industry, and no one cares about the thousand-year-old number two.
Because the number one in the industry is at the front, the threat from the number two will not be that great.”
Abram chuckled, "In the gang, Vigo is on the front line, in the intelligence world, Bowery King is on the front line, and I, the second best, am the safest.
Bowery King, Vigo, only you idiots care about reputation, but you don’t know that in the underground world, being famous is someone else’s target and a threat.
I just make ends meet and make a fortune in a low profile. It's okay to be a grandson when necessary. If it's not good to be a dog, then be a mouse. As long as the head is not exposed, the mouse is the safest, because there is no official person in New York who is willing to go to the sewers to catch mice.
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It turns out that this guy had been acting with Vigo just now,
If William knew what Abram was thinking, he would definitely praise Abram as a real talent. He was a smart man who truly understood how to save his life in the world below.