The swordsman who started from one man

Chapter 179
"I don't know how to call it..." Medici invited the tall and thin man from the Star Alliance to his living room, and walked over with a bottle of wine that looked extremely beautifully packaged.

He took out the wine glass and poured it for the man. Before Medici sat down, the man had already picked up the wine glass and drank there.

Seeing this, Medici frowned secretly.

"Connor."

"Your Excellency Connor, I don't know if you came to my Jupiter this time to see Storm Familla or for some business..."

Medici looked at Connor, sat down, and asked tentatively.

"Of course it's official business. Let me ask you, your prize for storming Familla this time is the heart of Jupiter."

Connor drank his wine and looked at Medici with a contemptuous look in his eyes.

"Yes……"

"Then you should also be very clear that the devil's footprints are explicitly prohibited by the Star Alliance." Connor put down his glass and said.

"... Your Excellency was joking. I just took out the heart of Jupiter as a prize, and there is no other meaning. What does it have to do with me if the devil is not the devil's footprints?"

Medici looked at Connor with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Since you took this thing out as a prize, you know it will attract people with ulterior motives. Are you openly opposing my Star Alliance?" Connor asked with a bad face when he heard Medici's tone.

"How could it be? I'm a businessman, and businessmen seek profits. Storm Familla has been held for many times. You also know that there will be certain restrictions on the development of anything to a certain extent. If you want to break this restriction, you can only create New things.

If Storm Familla wants to break through this limitation, he needs a bigger gimmick.

And what could be more gimmicky than the fabled engine, the Heart of Jupiter?

I am only pursuing the maximization of my interests legally and reasonably. As for who will get the final prize and what will it be used for, how can I control it? "

Medici looked at Connor and said with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm here this time for Jupiter's heart, take it out quickly." Connor looked at Medici and shook his hand impatiently.

There was a hint of order and unquestionable meaning in the tone.

After Medici heard this, his slightly squinted eyes opened a little.

"My lord, I think everything is negotiable. If you want to complete the task, you don't have to bring Jupiter's heart back." Medici clapped his hands.

A servant came in with a large chest and put it on the table.

Medici turned the box to Connor, opened it directly with a smile, and stacks of banknotes came into Connor's eyes.

"Your Excellency can wait until the end of Storm Familla before talking to the winner. I also want to make money to pay taxes to the Star Alliance. There are 100 million gift here. Just treat it as I paid it in advance this year. I hope you can help me." I will keep it, after the game is over, I will definitely not let the adults help me for nothing."

Medici pushed the box towards Connor, and smiled kindly.

Connor looked at the money on the table, as well as the smiling Medici, and changed his aggressive face to reveal a greedy face, his eyes showed that you were sensible.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he directly took the box and touched a handful of neat banknotes without moving his eyes.

And Medici looked at Connor's appearance, and an inexplicable brilliance flashed in his eyes.

There's nothing wrong with being idiots, but if you're both idiotic and greedy, then it's too late for him...

The Star Alliance can send this kind of person, probably no one...

Connor closed the box and tapped the surface of the box lightly with his fingers. The greed on his face hadn't faded away, but he glanced out the window and said, "You Jupiter, you are really prosperous."

"...Yes, after all, the competition is coming soon."

"The people who want to come are also a mixed bag."

"This is also unavoidable."

"So the role of our Star Alliance is indispensable, right?"

"That's natural."

"But there are always people who think that what we do is an obligation, and they can enjoy it without paying anything or only paying a little bit. Do you think this is reasonable?"

Medici stared blankly at Connor in front of him, seeing that the other party suddenly became shrewd, Medici couldn't fix it.

But just at that moment, Medici realized in an instant that the other party was not full.

"Don't worry, I, Medici, understands the difficulties of the adults of the Star Alliance very well, so I will definitely express my condolences when the time comes, and I will definitely satisfy the adults."

"Well, that's what I like to hear." Connor raised his glass naturally.

Medici also poured wine for Connor naturally.

If Connor hadn't been drinking there, Medici would probably have a black line on his forehead.

Damn, I didn't see how shrewd you were when I came here just now, but you're so proficient when it comes time to benefit.

But it's okay, fortunately it's such a product, it's easier to control.

After all, now is the critical time, and it is not the time for the Star Alliance to tear their face apart.

But Medici is not an idiot. Since the other party sent someone over, even though he is such a weirdo, he has to think deeply about the other party's meaning.

It may be a kind of beating, or it may be a kind of secret signal. It is unknown what it is. After all, the Star Alliance is really not easy to infiltrate.

Over the years, almost all the forces have mutual secrets, but only the Star Alliance, the secrets he arranged have been useless, so they have to be treated with caution.

Medici finished drinking with Connor, and the other party picked up the suitcase and was about to leave.

When he was leaving, Medici specially helped him up: "My lord, be careful, don't move it."

"Don't worry, you can move it."

After speaking, the other party left in a drunken state.

After Connor left, Medici's expression became a little cold and gloomy, changing from the expression of apologetic smile in front of Connor before.

"Send someone to keep an eye on the people of the Star Alliance, and make the teams stationed around Jupiter ready at any time. Also, this guy named Connor, when the time comes, I don't want to see him again."

Medici summoned his servants, gave them a few instructions, and then waved back.

On the other hand, he walked to the place where Connor drank before, looked at the used quilt, and threw it away.

"Rubbish……"

Then he looked at the spaceships constantly flying outside the window, and at the prosperous Jupiter that he had been running for so many years, and an inexplicable sigh flashed across his face.

"After so many years of hard work, it's time to arrive. It's a pity that such a beautiful planet, if there is no other way, I don't want to destroy it with my own hands... However, many people will be buried with you.

Your existence will also become very meaningful, because you will be the biggest driving force for me to enter the devil's footprints..."

(End of this chapter)