I cut reality into a movie

"None of these two things is easy to provoke. It seems that today's meal is not easy~"

Getting tangled up in the office.

Facourt rubbed his hands, frowned, and closed his eyes. After taking the exam for about an hour, he slowly opened his eyes, and he had some countermeasures in his mind.

At this moment, the door of his office was pushed open, and a beautiful female receptionist walked in with a box.

"Boss, your mail is... sent by those people."

Not daring to call the drug dealer's name directly, the delivery lady said vaguely.

"Well, I see, let's put it on the table."

Nodding his head, he asked the delivery front desk to put the letter on the table. Facourt waited for the other party to close the door and leave before he couldn't hold back his expression and hurriedly opened the box.

What's in the box is simple.

Just the same.

a pistol.

an invitation.

The meaning of the expression is obvious: either eat or wait to die.

Thinking about the mysterious armed forces behind the Agudelo family, Facourt just took out the invitation.

He doesn't want to intensify the conflict between the two parties. He just wants to be an excellent lubricant to reconcile the conflict between the two parties, and then everyone will happily make money together.

"Little Mayor Agudelo, you just need to know something. It's really unnecessary for you to piss off some people."

Shaking his head, Facourt came out of the city hall with the invitation and went to the mayor's mansion where Romon worked.

That's right, just like the president of the United States works in the White House, and the prime minister of the United Kingdom works in No. [-] Downing Street, Colombia, which was colonized by the West, also follows this model of the head of state working in the mansion.

With the title of Chief Secretary, Facourt easily entered the mayor's mansion and came to Romon's office.

Seeing the young mayor standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Facourt sighed secretly, stepped forward and said, "Mr. Mayor, I didn't bother you."

"Secretary Facourt?" Romon raised his eyebrows: "What do you want?"

"It's nothing serious, just an invitation card for you." Facourt smiled, and handed over the invitation card with blue background and gold lettering in his hand.

"Ah, if I remember correctly, Secretary Facourt is the Chief Permanent Secretary of Sommerla City, right? Whose invitation is it that I trouble you to send it in person? Could it be from His Excellency the President?"

Romon asked knowingly with a sarcasm, which made Facourt's smile stiffen.

However, as a 20-year veteran in political circles, Facourt's biggest advantage is that he has a thick skin, and he doesn't look annoyed at all. Facourt said earnestly:

"Mr. Mayor, I understand how you, as a descendant of the Agudelo family, have an extraordinary hatred for the Cuellar Group."

"But while you hate them, I also hope you understand that they are not ordinary people. They have an armed team of more than 500 people, and their weapons are advanced to the point where there are armed pickups with machine guns."

"You're looking back at the little pistols we have at the Sommerra police station. Do you think you can beat them?"

Having said that, Facourt stepped forward and patted Romon on the shoulder: "To be honest, Mr. Mayor, I actually had a very good personal relationship with the old Mayor Agudelo, so let me stand on the side of my friend." Angle advises you: Give up revenge, you can't beat them."

"Besides, war is always the worst choice for both sides to suffer. Since the current Cuellar Group is willing to show you goodwill, why don't you just go downhill and turn over this article?"

"As long as you are willing to read this article..."

Facourt said, putting his mouth next to Romon's ear: "Then you don't have to worry about it for the rest of your life. When you go abroad with the money, how can you enjoy yourself?"

"Ah!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Watching Facourt talk about money.

Romon was indeed a little annoyed. After all, the officials in reality were not the ones in the story. He really wanted to govern the people.

But with Facourt looking like money, Romon really can't think of how he usually manages the city.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

While raising his head and laughing loudly, he slapped Farcourt's face. After Romon slapped Farcourt's half face red, he nodded with a half-smile and said:

"Money is indeed a good thing, but is the money from the Cuellar Group so easy to get?"

Gan!

Didn't you talk about money in the end, you brat?

Then why did you beat me for a long time?

Hand addiction?

Resisting the pain on his right face, Facourt forced a smile and said: "Mayor, as long as you are willing to collect money, everything will be easy to handle, leave it to me, and I promise to let you clean up and leave no clues Earn the money!"

"Can you really do it clean?"

Looking at his pre-appointed master, Luo Meng was really looking forward to how he would act in the following scenes.

"Mayor, as long as you settle the grudge with the Cuellar Group today, I guarantee that you will make a lot of money today."

"Then let me have a look first."

For the plot.

It is impossible for Romon to refuse this grand feast.

But for the sake of reason, he wants to add a shot at this time, showing the shot of Yuffie's poorly equipped guerrillas.

Only in this way can it explain why Romon agreed to this grand banquet that asked for money.

"Mayor, shall we go to the banquet now?"

While asking for money for Romon, can you also ask for some for yourself?Thinking of the large sum of wealth that is about to be acquired, Facourt showed a sincere and bright smile on his face.

"Walk."

Romon nodded, and followed Facourt to the place of the banquet.

This is a restaurant under the Cuellar Group. It is not particularly high-end, but it is better than personality.

This is a themed restaurant, which has many different areas, including French romantic style, Spanish enthusiastic style, and Nordic Viking style.

But the most suitable place for Romon, Farcourt, and Manning is the King Arthur style imitating the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.

Sitting around the round table, there is no gap between status and seats. Manning invited Romon to this restaurant just because of this.

"Hahahahaha, although I haven't seen you all night, why do I feel that the distance from Mr. Mayor is much farther?"

As soon as he sat down at the dining table, Manning took the initiative to attack. He was implying with words that the torture operation last night and today's arrest operation were very unfriendly to Romon.

"Is it far away?"

Romon shrugged and deliberately referred to Manning as a doctor, "Why do I feel that the distance between me and the doctor has always been so far?"

Did these two take gunpowder?

Why do you pinch when you meet?

Can this still be a business deal?

Looking at the two people who were fighting against each other, Facourt, who was determined to make a fortune, immediately smoothed things over and said: "What is a long-distance relationship and what is a close relationship? One of you is the mayor of this city, and the other is an outstanding entrepreneur in this city. How can the relationship between the two of you be described in terms of distance, you two have to be partners."

"Partner?" Manning straightened his body: "I would like to be a partner with the mayor, but the mayor has a high status and doesn't like me as a small businessman."

"Isn't that because he has to settle accounts between his brothers~"

In a few words, Facourt turned the topic to business.

"Clearly settle accounts?" Secretly praised Farcourt's control of the field, Manning turned his attention to Romon.

"It's not that it can't be counted." Romon laughed.

"The mayor, can you make a price?" Manning cut to the chase: "What price will allow you to let Shanying and his gang go." "

"Hahaha, release people with money? Then I won't be a kidnapper?" Romon laughed, "I'm the mayor, not a kidnapper."

Following Romon's words, Facourt continued to lead the topic:

"Dr. Manning, I have to criticize you. How can you tell the mayor to let people go with money? The mayor makes money. He is justified and clean."

"Clean?" Manning nodded: "How clean?"

"Doctor, how do you think the mayor came to power? He came to power with the slogan of anti-drugs. When he came to power, can he not ban drugs? He can."

Farcourt was talking, when Manning interrupted: "So, you really plan to fight us?"

"No no no no no no!"

Farcourt moved his hands faster than an electric fan: "Doctor, anti-drug is not the same as anti-drug."

"Why is it different?" Manning also became interested.

"Anti-drugs, like anything else, are graded."

Facourt straightened his waist and pointed to Jiang Shan: "To the highest level, ban all drugs in Sommerla City! Let's start a full-scale war with the Cuellar Group."

"Do we dare?"

"Of course we dare not."

"But we have the courage to make money under the guise of drug control, and we have a lot of it."

"Your Cuellar group, we don't move, but besides Cuellar, don't there are some small corner drug dealers in Sommera? We will suppress them."

After talking about anti-drugs, Facourt talked about earning money again: "Dr. Manning, at that time, with your construction company taking the lead, we will set up an anti-drug foundation and let everyone in the city donate money and materials."

"By that time, we have banned drugs, maintained the promise made by the mayor when he came to power, and made money again, and it was a clean donation."

"Isn't this a happy ending for everyone?"

Farcourt finished his money-making scheme.

Facing this perfect and comprehensive plan, no matter if it was Romon or Manning, they all applauded in admiration:

This old boy has a way of making money!

After applauding, Manning looked at the smiling Romon and said, "Mayor, is this also your idea?"

"It's all Secretary Facourt's idea."

Didn't you listen to his ideas?

Glancing at Romon's hypocrisy, Manning calculated the funds in the group's account and said, "I can pay 180 million US dollars."

"So much?" Facourt opened his jaw when he heard 180 million, or US dollars.

"Is it a lot?" Manning raised his eyebrows: "My understanding is that the more you pay, the more you earn. Could it be that my understanding is wrong? You won't return the money?"

"Of course we will return the full amount." Facourt promised: "As soon as the donation arrives, we will return your 180 million immediately, and we will share the remaining dollars with those idiots."

"Hmph, Secretary Farcourt, I like your straightforwardness."

Pointing at Farcourt, Manning looked at Romon: "My lord mayor, I paid for the money. What about people, when will you let them go?"

"Of course it's when the money arrives." Romon smiled brightly on the surface, but he had already made plans in his heart. As soon as the money arrived, the money would be hacked by hackers.

"Hahahahaha."

Hearing that Romon had to wait for the money to arrive before releasing him, Manning laughed loudly: "Don't you have a good grasp of the rules of handing over the money and releasing the man? You also said that you were not kidnapped."

"I didn't say that I'm still chatting with you two as the mayor!"

"Not the mayor now? Oh, my Mr. Claude, you are such a wonderful person."

Laughing non-stop, Manning pushed the sandalwood box on his right towards Romon: "Mr. Claude, this is a small deposit."

"Deposit?"

Romon opened the box, and inside were two emeralds the size of eggs, and they were in excellent condition.

"Is this a specialty of Sommerra?"

Romon looked at the emerald in the box and thought that Tifa would like this present.

"Well, I just hope that after the mayor accepts this souvenir, he won't care about another souvenir from Sommera City."

Manning spoke so openly that he almost warned Romon not to interfere with our drug trafficking anymore.

"I like this souvenir very much."

Romon accepted the emerald, but he never demanded that he was a person who kept his promises, at least he never kept his promises to drug dealers.

This Hongmen banquet can be regarded as a feast for the guests of honor.