Chapter 986

Beka City is the capital of South Yaan State. Although it is very prosperous, it is still a bit worse than the East Coast.

However, for these Sumuli people who have just come to the Federation from Sumuli Island, this is already heaven!

Compared with here, life on Sumuli Island is simply boring to death!

Two brown-haired Sumuli people looked back at the Boss who was seriously reading the newspaper in the office. After confirming that the other party had not encountered any trouble, they looked back at the girls in cool clothes on the street and chatted in a low voice.

"I feel that the Boss's mood has been a bit wrong these past few days; we organized a party last night and he didn't even go."

One of them lit a cigarette; his thick sideburns made him look a bit strange.

The person beside him shook his head, "Who knows?"

"Maybe he is facing some important choice in his life."

"Anyway, as long as the business doesn't have any problems, it's fine."

The two's attention soon shifted away from Camilo, who had become fond of reading newspapers. They began to talk about the hot and unrestrained federal girls, and the rich nightlife here.

Various nightclubs give them a good place to go after dinner and before going to sleep at night.

This point is a hundred times better than Sumuli Island.

There is no nightlife on Sumuli Island; everyone stays at home and doesn't go anywhere after seven or eight o'clock.

Or they gather in groups of three or five to drink; this is their greatest entertainment.

But look here!

Bars, nightclubs, casinos, performances; this is simply heaven!

No wonder they say the air in the Federation is sweet; from this aspect, it is indeed so!

The two talked about a strip club that had just opened nearby recently, of course, the underground kind, and in fact, it didn't have much to do with them.

They were only responsible for shipping; the local gangs were the ones specifically operating these alcoholic beverages, and they had already established a good relationship with those agents from the Hazardous Materials Administration.

Although Lansi is not here, people's pursuit of more benefits is the same.

When the two talked about the exciting parts, they wished they could leave their jobs now and go to the bar to play, to feel the exotic style of the new batch of girls from other countries.

What they didn't know was that their Boss, the "Camilo Bianchi" in their eyes, was currently in a state of irritability.

The newspapers were all reporting news about Lansi, which made him a bit uneasy.

Lansi's fame, status, and social influence were getting higher and higher, and sooner or later he would discover him.

He didn't think he could hide for a lifetime just by changing his name, but as long as Lansi didn't develop in this direction and there was no direct conflict between them, there would be no trouble.

But now Lansi is becoming more and more famous and influential, and things about him and what happens around him will also be mentioned and noticed by more people.

It's just like... people might even know clearly what the dog raised by their immediate boss is called and what color its fur is.

There will always be some opportunists who want to curry favor with Lansi, but they don't have any chips in their hands that are worth Lansi's attention.

These people will study Lansi's past, study whether he has anything he particularly wants, or if he has any regrets.

They will try to win Lansi's favor through this kind of "offering" method.

This situation was especially common in ancient times; some opportunists, merchants, or whoever, would try their best to offer some rare treasures or things the king liked to the king, in order to get everything they wanted.

If someone studied Lansi's past and knew that he had a few enemies who hadn't succeeded in their revenge until now, maybe someone would discover him and then tell Lansi.

This kind of thing is very likely to happen; he had encountered it before.

Thinking that Lansi knew of his existence, he felt very irritable and annoyed.

The irritability was because he was afraid that Lansi would really discover him and then arrange for people to assassinate him.

No one can prevent assassination for a lifetime; they will always lose their lives in some accident. Even the federal president has times when he can't dodge bullets, let alone a small character like him?

His annoyance was directed at that old guy Leonardo, who insisted on letting Christopher come to the Federation to preside over the sales work here, on the grounds that he was very familiar with this place.

However, Christopher also knew in his heart that the old man must be very dissatisfied with some of his practices, such as him killing his wife.

So the other party used this matter as an excuse to "punish" him.

"These damn old things, I should really kill them all!"

Christopher put down the newspaper in his hand, clenched his fists, stood up, unable to sit still, and walked back and forth in the office a few times.

Although he was a bit worried, he was not particularly uneasy; after all, Lansi couldn't notice him so quickly.

He used a fake name and didn't meet people from the East Coast. If Lansi could still discover him here, then it could only be said that God really didn't want him to continue living.

But even so, he decided to reduce the opportunities and frequency of his appearance, and try his best not to expose his appearance in crowded places.

If one doesn't consider the threat and danger Lansi posed to him, in fact, his life now is also very pleasant.

Money, power, status!

Isn't this the life he had always wanted?

But I don't know why he couldn't feel much happiness, not at all like the past.

Sometimes he would also dream, dreaming of his former self, who was so simple and happy.

Perhaps people like to reminisce about the past because life now is too bland.

He returned to his seat, pulled open the drawer, and the semi-automatic pistol and two magazines full of bullets inside gave him some spiritual comfort.

After a while, just as he had immersed himself in a magazine, the phone rang.

Not many people knew this phone number, so he answered it directly.

"Boss?"

"It's me!"

"There are a few guests who want to buy some brandy from us."

Christopher frowned, "Can't you handle this yourself?"

"Why do you still have to call me?"

The person who called him could be considered one of his more capable sales staff, and at the same time, he could be considered the number four person in their small group.

Although he was the number four person, this guy was not on the same path as him; he was Leonardo's man.

Leonardo didn't trust him very much, but he needed to rely on his familiarity with the federal environment, so he planted some people in the company, which could also be considered as watching him and the sales of these alcoholic beverages from the side.

After all, for those stingy old men on the island, even if they lost a penny, they would feel that their wealth had been stolen by others, and they would feel heartache!

He also knew these situations very well; everyone was in a "bright card" state, but they hadn't completely broken it to each other.

Leonardo couldn't directly tell Christopher that he suspected Christopher, which is why he arranged for many sales staff to come over.

Christopher couldn't tell Leonardo that his stingy, petty, and suspicious appearance was like a pile of shit.

His tone toward this sales staff was not friendly, just because of this point.

If one were to say he really didn't like the other party.

It wasn't quite that much; usually, these people wouldn't interfere with his work, let alone interfere with or affect his judgment and decisions; they were just "faithfully recording life."

However, this kind of person really made people feel uncomfortable.

The sales staff explained, "The other party needs one million worth of goods at once, so they want a lower price; I don't have this right."

The selling price of these brandies is higher than whiskey because the price of its raw materials is much higher than the price of the raw materials for brewing whiskey, so the selling price is also much higher.

The sales staff has a certain right to adjust the price, but it is only an adjustment to a "certain extent." If the other party's request exceeds the limit the sales staff can give, they will push it to Christopher.

After all, he is now the person in charge in name, possessing a higher discount authority. Once the discount the sales staff can give cannot move the guest, then it might be necessary for him to take action.

One million worth of wine is indeed not a small amount, at least ten or twenty thousand bottles of wine, which can be considered a big performance. He stopped thinking too much, "Are these people still in Beka?"

"Yes, they are here."

"Let them come to my office," he instructed.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, Christopher was drowsy while leaning on his chair.

It might be that his age was gradually growing, and he was a bit older, so he also began to feel drowsy in the afternoon. Sometimes he would also want to go to sleep, but most of the time he just leaned in the office for a while.

This was not because he loved this job so much, but purely because there was more sense of security in the office.

The sales staff hung up the phone and turned to look at the merchants from out of town standing not far away, "Boss agreed to see you."

"Before seeing the Boss, I must tell you a few things."

"First, don't ask about the Boss's name, don't talk about any problems related to his name or his person, unless he takes the initiative to say it himself; he doesn't like others being interested in him!"

"You are just here to do business, not to make friends; even if you want to make friends, you have to wait until we are familiar with each other."

Several merchants nodded, and then he said, "The second thing, don't ask about the origin of these alcoholic beverages, and don't ask about the situation on Sumuli Island and the family we belong to; this also has nothing to do with your purpose, understand?"

Seeing several people nod again, he was somewhat satisfied, "The last thing, that is, when the Boss says 'This is the last price I can give you,' it means the bargaining session ends here."

"If you continue to pester, it might have the opposite effect, understand?"

"Our whiskey quality is very good, and there is no shortage of customers and channels in the Federation!"

Naturally, the merchants would not have any objections; their purpose for this trip was to see Christopher.

After confirming that no one had any objections, the group took a car to a small building Christopher had bought in the city.

The car stopped outside the company's office building. The people in the car looked toward the street. There were many guys who looked like obvious gang members, in groups of three or five, standing in different places, even across the street.

Their eyes were fixed on this car, and the sales staff who brought them here got out of the car first, and those warning eyes disappeared.

"Come with me, gentlemen, the Boss is already waiting for you."

Several people tidied up their attire and entered this "Sumuli Style Trading House" with him behind him.

They were still relatively primitive gangs, needing a storefront and some legitimate operations to cover up their criminal activities.

As soon as they entered, it was an ordinary large grocery store-like business place. The things placed on the counter here were all specialties from the Sumuli region, all kinds of things, looking not bad.

It's just that there were no customers. The two girls behind the counter just glanced at them sideways and didn't pay attention to this side anymore.

They passed through the store on the first floor, came to the stairs in the corner, soon went up to the fourth floor, and met Christopher in the office at the very end of the fourth floor.

The moment they saw Christopher, the eyes of two people changed immediately.

The two looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes, as well as a trace of... ecstasy!

After several people sat down separately, Christopher's eyes lingered on their faces one by one. When he looked at one of them, he couldn't help but ask, "Have we met before?"

The person he was looking at was one of the members of the Pasleto family; he was very familiar with Christopher, but the latter was not familiar with him.

Now that he was stared at by Christopher, it made the others couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for him!

"Met before?"

"I'm not sure, sir; I haven't been to Beka City before."

Christopher was a bit confused; this person did give him a feeling of being a bit familiar, as if he had met him, but after really searching his whole brain, he couldn't find where he had met the other party.

In the end, he shook his head and didn't continue to consider this matter; as long as it wasn't someone he knew, it was fine.

"I heard you need one million worth of brandy..."

They soon began to enter the normal business negotiation session, and they slashed another heavy knife on the original basis.

It was said to be a "heavy" slash, but in fact, the Sumuli winery behind Christopher could still earn a large sum of money because of this.

After the two sides finally agreed on the price, Christopher asked, "How are you going to transport these wines away?"

"If you don't have a transport team, we can provide it, but it requires extra charges, calculated by kilometer!"

Christopher obviously had some growth after experiencing many things; he couldn't have thought of these before.

The person responsible for negotiating with him shook his head, "We have a ship; just send it directly to the pier."

One million worth of goods, less than twenty thousand bottles, calculated at six bottles per box, it was only two thousand-plus boxes; a container was enough to hold it.

Christopher didn't know what kind of path the other party was taking by sending it directly to the ship, but they didn't request delivery, and Christopher wouldn't take the initiative to request to take responsibility for transportation.

After the two sides completed some detailed discussions, this matter was settled, and the next step was to wait for goods to be transferred and shipped.

After these people left, Christopher still felt a bit uneasy, so he called his subordinates over, "Go and check the situation of these people."

His subordinate looked at him with a slightly confused expression, "You mean these people have problems?"

They had just paid a deposit of fifty thousand dollars; if they had problems, what good would doing this do them?

Christopher frowned, "Figure out the one inside..." He described the appearance of the person who made him feel familiar, "... his background situation; I always feel like I've seen him somewhere."

The subordinate vaguely realized that Christopher was worried that the other party was a merchant from Golden Port City; he felt in his heart that Christopher was making a mountain out of a molehill.

No matter where the other party came from, this is Beka, this is the West Coast!

No matter how great the influence of Lansi and the Lansi family is, it cannot affect here. Christopher is too careful in his eyes, careful to the point of even feeling a bit cowardly.

However, he wouldn't show it; he just agreed with great spirit, and then turned and left.

When Christopher was talking about the face he felt was a bit familiar, these people from Golden Port City were also talking about Christopher.

"It's really him!" The guy Christopher thought was a bit familiar showed a shocked look on his face.

Another guy sent by Francisco also confirmed this point, "It's him; he hasn't changed at all."

"However, he changed his name; now he is called Camilo Bianchi, and he has defected to Leonardo!"

Sumuli Island is not big, so things happening on the island are actually not any special secrets for Sumuli people who care about the development situation on the island.

Their families still live on the island; they can contact their families by phone to get some information about the island.

Not to mention, the Bianchi family can be said to be one of the four major families!

The person sitting in the passenger seat was a bit curious, "Is this Bianchi family very powerful?"

The guy who looked a bit familiar nodded and said, "One of the four major families, and also the main war faction. I heard that some officers in the army are now family members of the Bianchi family, what do you say?"

Hearing this, the guy in the passenger seat couldn't help but admit this point, "Indeed powerful."

Soon they returned to the hotel where they were staying, and then they made a phone call to Lansi.

"Boss?"

"We have confirmed it; that is Dover."

Lansi didn't give an answer immediately, but waited for two or three seconds, "Have you confirmed it?"

One of the two immediately replied, "Yes, Mr. Lansi, I guarantee that person is Dover."

"However, he changed his name now, called Camilo Bianchi, so we have never heard anyone mention him before."

Lansi gave an "um," "Your mission is over; pay attention to safety."