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"I want all his information."

With a gloomy face, he instructed the female secretary.

"OK."

"gentlemen!"

The female secretary didn't ask any further questions and turned to leave the room.

About an hour later, she entered the room again.

At this time, she was already holding a thick stack of documents in her hand.

For these top groups in the world, it is not difficult to get a person's information.

In this world, there are people who collect information on the rich, no matter what

Be rich in any country, they will have detailed information.

After the female secretary goes out to contact, as long as she pays a large amount of money, the other side will naturally give her the information.

Misier took the information and began to look through it.

The more he looked at him, the more startled he became.

"it's him."

"Acquired Automobili Lamborghini."

"He also bought the Patek Philippe company"

Misier knows that the Patek Philippe company has been acquired by a mysterious rich man in the Xia Kingdom.

But he was in trouble at the beginning.

, did not travel to Geneva in person.

This made him regretful, he had originally wanted to get this famous watch company.

For this, he had been furious, and the person in charge of the auction was fired by him as soon as he came back.

Now! He finally knows who beat him! It's a shame! I didn't expect you to come again, and you want to take my Tiffany.

No! This must never happen.

I'm trying to figure out a way that he won't be able to see John tomorrow.

Mena.

To know John.

Mena hates others being late most, and hates others who are late and not keeping their promises.

As long as Lin Fei doesn't show up tomorrow, then this matter will naturally lose its chance.

John.

Mena never saw him again.

On the contrary, he would be offended by Lin Fei's no-show.

But! What's the best way? Misier tapped his forehead and began to think of an idea.

I don't know how long it took.

He picked up the phone.

He didn't know many people in New York, but there was one great man with whom he had dealt with.

"Broad!"

"it's me!"

"I'm Misiel, my friend, not coming out"

He said into the phone.

There was a smile on his mouth, and it was impossible to see the real thoughts in his heart from his face.

"Misiel"

"my old friend."

"Why did you think of calling me?"

On the other side of the phone was the loud voice of a rude man.

"right!"

"right!"

"it is me."

"Listen, I have one thing here, and I want your old friend to help."

Misier continued.

"What's up"