Chapter 310: Fear is true, ulterior motives are also true
"Huh? Afraid?" Martin looked at Griff unexpectedly, "This is why you are acting abnormally today."
Grif nodded.
"But what scares you about Mr. Devonshire? He is not a gangster from your hometown in Sicily," Martin said.
"You don't understand, it's a kind of fear in the soul. I feel that whether it's a Sicilian or New York gangster, compared with William Devon Hill, they are as ferocious in appearance as an Italian Cane Corso.
Inside, they are just villains, trash, and criminals, but at least they are still human beings. We ordinary people can defeat them with our swords and guns if we act ruthlessly.
But standing in front of William Devonshire was different. It felt like I was facing a devil crawling out of hell.
A devil whose body is filled with wailing and weeping evil spirits and smells of blood.
Although he was smiling all the time, I could feel that when William Devonshire looked at us, his eyes were as if he were looking at data without any emotion.
If he hadn't shown some love and affection in his eyes when he looked at Miss Ambrosio, I might have been so scared that I wet my pants."
"Fku, Griff," Martin cursed in a low voice, holding up his collar and angrily saying, "God damn Sicilian, have you taken too many drugs? Or are you treating me like an idiot?
I thought you just thought William Devonshire was dangerous, but now you tell me what kind of devil he is, do you think I will believe your nonsense?"
"Damn, this is a metaphor, a metaphor, you idiot who graduated from high school, don't you understand the metaphor? Damn it, this is how you became the manager of the New York Yacht Club,
And man, I swear what I said is true. Over the years, apart from the few times I lied to you about inviting guests, I actually lied to you that time. William Devonshire really smells like blood." Gerry
Husband explained.
"Fk, shut up," Martin hurriedly covered Griff's mouth, "Asshole, keep your voice down, don't let Mr. Devonshire hear it."
Glancing at the super yacht dozens of meters away, Martin dragged Griff back to his office, let go of Griff, and cursed,
"You idiot Sicilian, even if William Devonshire is really a super villain who kills without blinking an eye, what does that have to do with us? You are not a policeman.
You're just a salesperson who will get fired if you don't get the job done, hell,"
Martin stared at Griff with strange eyes, "I've known you for so many years, but I still didn't know you were a nosy saint."
"Fuck you, what I have is not a saint's watch. You don't even understand why I want to find William Devonshire." Griff slapped his forehead in annoyance.
"I don't care what you want to do with William Devonshire, but don't stop me from earning a commission."
After Martin finished speaking, he waved his arms and said excitedly, "Do you know how much commission I can get if this order is completed? It's 120,000 US dollars, which is less than ten months of my salary.
Not to mention that the membership fee is only a small amount of money. As long as you take good care of Miss Ambrosio and make her interested in going to sea, she will go to sea once a month.
The $1 million will be consumed by fuel and yacht maintenance in less than half a year, and by then my withdrawal will be even greater."
Martin stared at Griff fiercely, "You bastard, don't stop me from making money to pay off my mortgage, otherwise my friends won't be able to do it."
Grif rubbed his cheeks with his hands. He felt that he could not explain clearly to Martin, an American idiot. He looked at Martin with a depressed expression. He struggled fiercely in his heart. It took him a long time to show his professional smile again.
"Well, it really has nothing to do with us whether William Devonshire has bloody hands."
He took out his cell phone and dialed the number on the note.
The phone was quickly connected, they greeted each other and explained their purpose of visit. Grif and Anthony quickly reached an agreement and hung up the phone. Grif turned to Martin and nodded.
"The negotiation was completed. The other party asked me to go to London to sign the contract. Lawyer Anthony has the electronic authorization of William Devon Hill. He can sign on behalf of William Devon Hill."
"That's right." Martin walked forward with a smile and patted Griff on the shoulder. "Who the big shots are has nothing to do with us.
I'm sorry I just did that to you, my friend,
Last year, in order to provide a better environment for my two children, I took out a loan to buy a villa in Long Island. However, the price of T's house dropped by half even half a year after I bought it, and the mortgage loan was not reduced at all.
The industry is in a recession. From April to now, our yacht club has not added any yachts in almost five months, and there is no commission. The monthly salary of US$120,000 alone is not enough to support the family after paying off the loan."
After hearing this, Grif felt happy and nodded in agreement, pretending to be depressed.
"Hey, we at Lafayette are not the same. We haven't sold a single boat in more than three months since the acquisition was completed and we took over Riva Yachts.
Not only could it not be sold, many customers who had previously ordered yachts were scrambling for deposits and did not pay subsequent fees. Otherwise, the Riva 5ot would not be so eager to sell it.
Many people in the company are worried that this class of yacht will be parked in the shipyard for a year or two without anyone taking care of it. If that happens, the ship will be really useless."
Martin sneered, "You got it cheap and you behaved well. Now it's great to be able to sell it, and you've heard so many suggestions for improvement.
Although what Mr. Devonshire said doesn’t sound good, he is indeed right. Customers are not obligated to help you verify new technologies and new ideas.”
After a pause and seeing Griff smiling silently, Martin continued, "Don't tell me that the cost of your company's next 5ot will reach 10,000 US dollars. Based on your experience, it will be no problem if the cost is 30% lower."
"It's almost the same. With the current price, it may be a little lower. Many raw material companies are also having a very difficult time. Some high-end lumber has dropped by more than 60%."
"God, has it fallen so much?" Martin was surprised for a moment and suddenly thought, "fk, I said that even if the economy is in recession, your company will not live and die for ten to twenty million US dollars. It turns out that you have spent the funds on
Did you buy raw materials at a low price?"
"Hey, Martin, you bastard is really a hyena. If you ask for a taste, you will understand why." Griff looked at Martin's office cautiously, "Ann?"
Martin thought for a moment, stood up, took a bottle of wine and a cup and said to Griff, "Let's go sit at the outdoor cafe."
"Yeah" Grif nodded.
The two came to the outdoor cafe. After sitting down, Martin hurriedly asked in a low voice, "Tell me?"
"Yeah", Griff responded and started to say, "You should know about Guaiac in the Bahamas".
"Of course, anyone who is engaged in ship-related work doesn't know that Guaiac is a rare and important shipbuilding material in the eyes of all shipyards."
Grif whispered mysteriously, "I don't know the reason. I only know that two months ago, several directors who held 40 shares of our head office, Lafardi Company and Riva Shipyard, were secretly dividing batches into small batches.
A small purchase of Bahamian Guaiac,
The wood is piled in the material warehouse of this 5ot yacht. If I hadn't received the task of testing HNA and selling the 5ot yacht this time, I wouldn't have had the chance to go to the warehouse to check it out alone.
You won’t believe it if you tell me that those idiots from North Italy did such a secret thing and just changed the password of the secret warehouse to the password from a year ago.”