Half an hour later, Abram arrived at the Continental Hotel and gave the doorman a gold coin at the side door of the hotel. After waiting for more than ten minutes, he met the lobby manager Caron.
"Good evening, Mr. Tarasov, what can I do for you?" Although Caron is a black guy, his etiquette is impeccable.
Abram sat in the parking space and apologized; "Good evening, Mr. Caron. I'm sorry. For some reasons, I don't want people to know that I'm coming to the hotel for the time being, so please forgive me for not getting out of the car to say hello to you. I'm here this time."
You want to see the manager, Winston, is Mr. Winston at the hotel?"
Caron nodded and signaled the guard to open the iron door. Abram immediately drove into the internal parking lot and got out of the car carrying a box.
Kalon glanced at Abram and patted the box deliberately with his hand. He saw that the box contained gold coins, otherwise such a small box would not have been so laborious for Abram to carry.
"Please come with me, Mr. Tarasov. The manager is meeting guests on the top floor. I will inform him later. It depends on the manager's wish whether to see him or not."
"Okay, thank you." Now he was begging Winston, so Abram didn't care about Caron's attitude at all, "There are four backpacks in the car, please send someone to carry them for me."
"Okay, Mr. Tarasov," Caron stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation, "Please follow me."
Kalon took Abram to a reception room on the top floor by taking the special elevator, and poured a cup of coffee for Abram himself, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Tarasov, I'm going to ask the manager for instructions."
"Thank you." Abram watched Caron leave with some anticipation, thinking for a while if Winston was not satisfied with the terms he and Vigotti offered, what leverage the two brothers would have to impress Winston.
After thinking about it for a long time, the sound of a helicopter propeller came. This was the arrival of the big shot. He was able to land directly on the top floor of the Continental Hotel.
Moreover, what Cuaron said meant that Winston would greet him personally.
When Abram was curious, he wanted to go out and take a look. He opened the door of the conference room and was stopped by two bodyguards guarding the door before he could go out. "Sorry, sir, for confidentiality reasons, you can't go out of this door now."
"Okay." Abram walked back to the sofa and sat down somewhat slowly.
Two bodyguards outside the door walked into the conference room and took a look. After noticing nothing, they nodded to Abram and closed the door.
This made Abram wait for 2 hours. When he was getting impatient, there was a knock on the door.
Caron opened the door and walked in and politely said to Abram: "Mr. Tarasov, Mr. Winston has time to see you now, please come with me."
Abram breathed a sigh of relief. After waiting for two hours, he finally waited in vain. He stood up and carried the gold coin box and walked quickly to the door. "Thank you, Mr. Caron. I can't wait to see Mr. Winston."
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After walking through a long corridor, the two came to the top garden. The weather was cool at night in New York in September. As soon as they entered the garden, a breeze blew by, and Abram's anxious and troubled heart slowly relaxed.
When he looked up, he saw Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel, talking to a young man sitting with his back to him.
Seeing Abram come in, Winston said a few words to the young man with his back turned to him, stood up and walked towards Abram.
After shaking hands, Winston smiled and said, "Good evening, little Tarasov, what do you want from me?"
It was a matter of life and death, and now that there were outsiders, Abram hesitated, but before he could speak, he heard Winston say: "It doesn't matter, just tell me if you have anything to do."
Abram felt Winston's impatience immediately. He was very curious about who the young man sitting with his back was, so that Winston could not be taboo at all.
But now was not the time to be curious. I looked at the garden and found a round table not far away. I said, "Can we go there to talk? Mr. Winston, what I want to say later may affect my life and Vigo's life."
, I have to be careful with it”.
Abram's caution made Winston curious. He knew the identities of Abram and Vigo, and it seemed that the matter was indeed important. He knew the identities of Abram and Vigo, and could make Abram so careful. "Okay, please come with me."
He took Abram to the round table, and after sitting down, Winston said, "Tell me, what is it?"
Abram placed the suitcase on the round table, opened it, and saw a box full of Continental Hotel gold coins.
Winston glanced at the gold coins with some surprise, "I didn't expect that you two brothers have so many gold coins from the hotel.
If I remember correctly, you brothers don’t seem to have posted any tasks in the hotel. Can you tell me how you got these gold coins?”
"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Winston, although Vigo and I have not issued any tasks personally, we have some business dealings with the hotel, such as inquiring about information and solving some gangsters."
Winston turned his head and glanced at Charon who was standing behind him.
Caron nodded, "Yes, sir, the hotel does have a lot of troubles that require the cooperation of special local groups, especially some car services for picking up and dropping off members. Mr. Abram's taxi company has always cooperated well with us.
He is a man of rules."
"Very good." Kalon's words made Winston very happy. "I like people who abide by the rules. Tell me, little Tarasov. Since we are a cooperative relationship, I can help you as long as we don't violate the hotel's rules."
I will try my best to help you."
These words made Abram choke. He came here just to break the rules. Now his words were blocked by Winston, an old fox. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
"What?" Seeing Abram's delay in speaking, Winston frowned and looked at Abram.
After thinking for a moment, Abram gritted his teeth and said, "Sorry, Mr. Winston, it concerns my life and Vigo's life, so I won't prevaricate you. This time I brought 200 hotel gold coins and 20 million US dollars. I
Hewego hopes you will get your support and help us deal with some troubles."
"Trouble?" Winston lowered his head slightly and looked directly at Abram, "Is it just trouble? A little trouble costs less than 200 gold coins."
"200 gold coins represent 200 tasks, plus 20 million US dollars, it represents 200 lives. Do you want to fight a war in New York?
You still want me to retire early. As long as I accept this task from you, I will be questioned by the High Table in a few days."
Abram felt uncomfortable being stared at by Winston. He sat up straight, put his hands on the round table and begged: "Do you think this mission can be accepted privately? Or tell me a few names and we can contact them ourselves.
After the exchange is completed, we will hand over the intelligence network we have to you, and we can discuss any requests you have."
"Any requests?"
Abram turned his head when he heard the sound, and was startled when he saw a young man standing quietly behind him. It seemed that he was the young man who had been sitting on the sofa in the reception area just now.
"What?" Winston was helpless at William's bad taste, shook his head and said with a smile: "Are you interested in them?"
"Haha, dear Winston, I am not only interested in them, but also in the Pushkin behind them."
"Hello, Mr. Abram Tarasov, my name is William Devonshire, I am an Englishman. Unfortunately, if it were not for some accidents, we should have met in Boston a few days ago."