Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 231 Agency
"Hey, don't worry, buddy, cooperation means bargaining, discussing a price acceptable to both parties, and finally reaching a consensus, right?"

Sean's reaction was within William's expectation. He shouted out 60% after careful consideration. If he shouted it higher, it would be completely insincere and there was no need to continue the conversation. If he shouted it lower, it would be completely insincere. The other party's temperament and I'm not very good at bargaining, so 60% is just right, and both parties can sit down and continue talking.

"Thirty percent!"

Sean didn't hesitate and cut him in half.

"NoNoNo, you can't do this Sean, that's too little."

William shook his head repeatedly, thought for a while and said: "Forty-five percent, this is the lowest price I can accept, Sean, in fact, you will not lose even if it is 60%, 40% If it’s five, you can earn a lot.”

"can."

Sean thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. This allocation was a small gain for both parties and was within the acceptable range.

"Very good, that's the first item. The second item is that you can leave your arms to me to find a buyer and sell them in my name. Believe me, there will definitely be more opportunities than you."

William continued to talk about the second cooperation model.

It wasn't until this moment that William made an appropriate concession: "Well... okay, then 28, this is my bottom line. If it's any less, you can discuss cooperation with Leslie."

Sean looked deeply at William. Of course he wanted to cooperate with him in this way, but having a prince as his agent still made him feel a little unreal.

Earning an achievement is already a victory, because neither William nor Leslie, the cheap brother-in-law, would be willing to do it.

William poured the awakened Romanée-Conti 1974 into their hammered crystal glasses, then raised the glass and smiled at Sean.

"No, no, no, you must know that my channels must be more generous than yours currently. Yijiu, believe me, even if it is 10%, you will definitely be able to earn more than you do now!"

"Happy cooperation!"

"Well, in that case, what about Sanqi?"

"Sean, sometimes you can't earn dollars from face. Only by losing face can you earn more and greater face. I have understood this since I was fourteen years old, and I think you must understand it too."

Since the other party doesn't care about the royal family's reputation, Sean certainly doesn't need to care about it, just make money.

The two went back and forth for a long time, but at this point William seemed to be indifferent and insisted on 90%. In desperation, Sean used his trump card.

"OK, deal!"

"You mean...you want to be an agent?"

Sean knocked on the table and looked at William firmly: "I just sold a USS Cavour aircraft carrier. Although my channels are not as good as those of His Highness, they are not lacking. You must know that I can do this job well." If I come to the Cape family, Leslie will definitely not reject me!"

William picked up the wine glass and took a sip, staring at Sean with burning eyes, as if looking at...a delicious piece of beef.

William shook his head like a rattle and raised a finger to emphasize.

"Then, I wish us happy cooperation!"

"Hi, William, you may not know that I just made $47 billion before coming to London!"

Sean also picked up the cup and touched it lightly with the other party.

After the dinner was enjoyed, Sean wiped his mouth and left the restaurant with his bodyguards.

...On the streets of London, Juanjuan was strolling around, buying some street food, and interacting with fans in the live broadcast room.

"Brothers, do you know that this Scottish omelette is a standard British snack. Let me taste it for you today!"

Juanjuan held a piece of candied egg wrapped with meat filling in her hand. The golden color on it made people appetite at first glance.

[Damn it, this woman, isn’t she afraid of getting fat? 】

[Please, don’t put any more poison! 】

[I don’t do any good deeds, and I don’t do any bad deeds. It’s you who deserves to be the one, Sister Juan! 】

"Haha, there's also this one, do you know this, Poutine Queens? Wow, the fries are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside with cheese and fragrant gravy. One bite of fried chicken will satisfy you!"

Regardless of the protests on the barrage, Juanjuan picked up another delicacy and introduced it in detail while showing it to the live broadcast room, and then ate it in her mouth with an expression of enjoyment.

[A host invites you for a live broadcast, accept/reject]

An anchor named A Fox sent a request for continuous wheat. In order to let more people suffer, Juanjuan decisively clicked to accept.

"Hello, can you hear me?"

The anchor opposite seemed to be broadcasting outdoors. He was wearing a handsome-looking helmet with something like a telescope installed on it. She didn’t recognize it anyway. He was also wearing a MultiCam camouflage combat uniform, and his face was It was also covered with oil paint, and it was impossible to tell what it looked like. He seemed to be sitting in some kind of car at the moment. Although the surrounding environment was not very noisy, it could be heard that there were many people there.

But the vision was very clear, and it seemed that a professional drone camera was used for the live broadcast, which made Juanjuan secretly sigh. The big anchor was inhumane, and she also dreamed of standing up and being a frontline person.

"Hello hello, I can hear you."

Juanjuan smiled and greeted the other party, and then asked curiously: "Hello, are you a CostumePlay anchor?"

The other party's dress made her think that the other party was relying on professional people like Brother Si Bing. This type of relying on Si was relatively unpopular and rare.

"No, no, no, no, no, I'm a game streamer, uh... COD, you know, right, Call of Duty?"

A fox explained casually, well, he has been using this explanation for three months, and his excuse is still the same as when he first started, there is no change at all.

"Oh okay, how about we play?"

Juanjuan doesn't play games, so naturally she doesn't know what Call of Duty is, but this doesn't matter.

"Just... let's do it. The audience in my live broadcast room said that they want to see you dance. If you lose, just dance, okay?"

A fox glanced at the barrage, didn't find what he wanted to say, and opened his mouth directly.

"Uh...I'm outside...Okay, I'll risk it!"

The girl Juanjuan was quite playful. She only hesitated for a moment before agreeing. At worst, she would find a place where no one was around.

[Beauty is confused, this old fox is trying to trick you! 】

[Upstairs, I advise you not to meddle in other people’s business! 】

(End of this chapter)