Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 317 Matthew
"Of course, you are my most important friend, Sean!"

Seeing Sean's satisfied look, Leslie said with a smile.

"Yes, we are best friends!"

Sean took another sip of wine, with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Then can we talk about RGF's shares again?"

When Leslie saw this, she quickly asked while the iron was hot.

"NoNoNo, RGF Company is my lifeblood. I advise you to give up, otherwise I will beat you!"

Sean deliberately made a fierce gesture, waving his fist as big as a sandbag, and then deliberately couldn't help laughing, and lightly hammered Leslie's shoulder with his fist, which seemed very affectionate.

"Hey, you two gentlemen are ignoring a lady like this. This is not the behavior of gentlemen!"

Seeing this, Fiona on the side also made a slightly dissatisfied and disgusted sound.

"Haha, this is a man's friendship, Fiona, you can't understand it."

Leslie had a smile on her face and looked like she was shaking her head.

"Cut~"

Fiona snorted dissatisfiedly and said nothing more.

"Okay, you can play as you like, I have to go receive other guests."

Leslie waved his hand and winked at Sean before leaving.

Sean took another sip from the wine glass, looking at the other person's leaving back with half-squinted eyes, the expression on his face was a bit unpredictable.

He knew that what the other party did was just to make Sean feel how much the other party valued Sean. As for the purpose, the other party had already figured it out.
"Don't say everything is just false. Even if it is true, I don't need it. I just need US dollars!"

Sean silently said something to himself and ignored the other party.

There are quite a few people in the banquet hall tonight. All kinds of people are chatting with each other. Everyone seems to be familiar with each other. Most of these people have various purposes, some are business, and some are... It is physiological needs.

For example, some men and women start hooking up while chatting with each other. The speed of this interaction is comparable to a night of chatting in a bar.

It's just that the people here seem more...expensive?

"Hi, Mr. Sean, nice to meet you!"

A young white man with a somewhat decadent temperament, wearing a high-end suit that seemed slightly ill-fitting, walked over and extended his palm to Sean.

"Do you know me?" Sean frowned, glanced at the other person's outstretched palm, and did not reach out to hold it.

His palms were very peculiar, with long, white and delicate fingers. They looked like...the hands of a woman who took care of herself regularly.

Seeing that Sean had no intention of shaking hands with him, the young man did not feel embarrassed. He introduced himself: "My name is Matthew, Matthew Zalbert. I have met you at London Fashion Week."

Sean looked at the other person suspiciously, frowned and asked, "Sir, I don't think I've seen you before, and your clothes don't seem to fit well."

As a former veteran, Sean's observation skills are undoubtedly meticulous. There is no doubt that the other party's suit is a very high-end private custom-made suit just by looking at the fabric. However, it is impossible for this kind of private custom-made handmade suit to be even slightly ill-fitting, otherwise it will be an unqualified work. The suit on the other party's body did indeed have subtle flaws, which could not be hidden from others, not from Sean's sharp eyes.

"Uh...well, Mr. Sean's insight is admirable. This is indeed not my suit."

The young man shrugged helplessly, admitting it generously and without any embarrassment of having his identity revealed.

In fact, he did borrow a piece of clothing from someone and sneaked into the banquet tonight. The purpose was to find a boss, or in other words, a backer.

Some time ago, he and his friend Leon offended the Ineos Group due to business matters, and faced sky-high compensation. If they could not pay the compensation to the other party on time, the other party would sue them. Now they are forced to have no choice. He is the only valuable person. The thing about it is that hacking technology. He had never thought of using this technology for his own benefit before, but now there is no other way, otherwise he and Leon will face the fate of being imprisoned.

Sean's arrival surprised him. When he met Sean last time at London Fashion Week, he was deeply impressed by his Asian identity. Later, he used technology to check and saw some things that shocked him. Eyeball thing.

He believed that Sean would be able to help him as long as the other party was willing, so what he had to do now was to convince Sean.

"So, Mr. Zalbot, I'm curious, how did you know me through a casual encounter?"

Sean frowned. If his guess was correct, the other party must not have come in through normal channels, so there must be some conspiracy to find him.

Moreover, the other party has only seen me at Fashion Week. Judging from the fact that the other party needs to sneak in in this way to enter the banquet, there is a high probability that the other party will be outside during the fashion week. So how does the other party know about him? One point is worth exploring.

spy!

This was Sean's first reaction. Of course, this speculation was immediately denied by Sean. If he was a spy, it would be impossible for him to reveal such a big flaw that the clothes did not fit him. This was extremely unprofessional.

"Uh... That's it. I'm an Internet enthusiast. I was curious that day, so I used the Internet to find out some things, um... such as the purge and suppression in Mali, and the fall of the CIA Special Operations Section in Bamako. …”

Matthew's calm words stirred up waves in Sean's heart, and his face became quite ugly.

If the other party can even find out about this kind of thing, doesn't it mean that it will be easy for the other party to know other secrets of his?
If the other party is an enemy, wouldn't it be very easy to target yourself, but you are still in the dark and don't even know where the enemy is?

Matthew's words made Sean extremely insecure for a moment, and he even felt a murderous intention in his heart.

"Mr. Zalbert, people have to be responsible for what they say. I don't know why you mentioned this, but it is very sad that such a tragedy happened in Bamako. Of course I know about the fall of the special forces. This is a tragedy. I hate war. It is the biggest obstacle to the development of civilization. It makes countless people homeless. I personally hate war. So please don’t mention these tragedies in front of me. It will make me sad. "

Fiona and the others next to her all had strange expressions for a moment. Who would have thought that an arms dealer could speak righteously against war.

(End of this chapter)