Walking Tall

The conditions offered by Qi Kunlun were so generous that old Stephenson didn't believe his ears.

"After the Bolshevik consortium entered southern India, it was able to rely on the interests of South India to further communicate with the government and obtain more interests... Even in the future, if the white headed eagle country wants to maintain its interests in South India, it has to rely on the Bolshevik consortium." Qi Kunlun said, "is this condition good enough?"

"Are you serious?" Stephenson asked quietly, his face still calm despite his excitement.

This is the standard of a successful person. You can't let the negotiator capture too much psychological activities.

Qi Kunlun said with a smile: "I have never liked to joke with people. If you think what I said is a lie, I can change my partner. It's a big deal. Let the Donglian consortium earn more! "

Stephenson said in a hurry: "it doesn't have to be. The character of Mr. Qi of our Bolshevik consortium has always been the highest praise, and there will be no doubt about it!"

Qi Kunlun said, "Oh? Is that really the case? Then, why did you contact Liu Zongyun behind my back? "

"It's just business. It's just a matter of listening to the terms they've given, not really cooperation. Besides, now that people are dead, it is impossible for us to cooperate with them any more. " Stephenson laughs naturally. There's no sense of being punctured.

Qi Kunlun shrugged indifferently and said, "that's OK."

The housekeeper came up at this time and said, "Sir, dinner is ready."

"Mr. Qi, please. Let's have dinner and talk at the same time." Stephenson said.

Over there, Qin Murong and Mo Annie have drunk a lot of red wine. Mo Annie is even more red in the face. Her eyes are full of aura and she is half drunk.

Stephenson saw the empty bottle on the table, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help pumping, and he said in a low voice, "go back and put the bottle away. Don't throw it away."

"I understand, sir." The housekeeper replied respectfully.

Zhao Xiaofeng's death, has been completely ignored by him, he now, more distressed, on the contrary, is his own treasure for many years of those red wine.

If Zhao Xiaofeng knew what Stephenson was thinking at the moment, I don't know if he would be angry enough to survive...

Liu Zongyun's calculation is quite correct. However, he failed to calculate that Qi Kunlun had obtained the batch of "national treasures" left by Zhao's family, and went to baitouying country to discuss terms with people. More importantly, Liu Zongyun's calculation was correct The two sides happened to hit a point in time.

Qi Kunlun helped Mo Annie, who was slightly drunk, and said, "don't drink it. You can't drink her. Let's eat together."

"I've just eaten steak and caviar, and I'm not very hungry now..." said Mo Anne with a big tongue. However, her consciousness is still quite clear.

"Eat first, and then drink slowly with her. It doesn't matter if all the red wine in this manor is drunk." Qi Kunlun said with a smile, "am I right, Mr. Stephenson?"

"Well, no problem." Stephenson's mouth twitched slightly, then said.

How could Qi Kunlun not see that Qin Murong was helping him out.