Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 384: Torregrev

After confirming the talent list provided by Hezhesde, Sean felt a little relieved for a while. Now he just had to wait for those people to successfully join the company, and the group's weapons research laboratory would be on the right track. After having this initial batch of talents, all he had to do was develop steadily. Of course, the recruitment of talents could not stop. In the 21st century, talents were the most valuable thing, and this was true in any industry.

After confirming the meeting time with Torregrev, Sean immediately set off and boarded a plane to Moscow.

Torregrev's situation is rather special. They must first meet and reach an agreement in Russia before someone can be sent to escort him to the UAE, because once he leaves Russia, he can't go back, so he can't be careless. If he fails to reach an agreement with Sean by then, then he's screwed. Without anyone to protect him, he will surely die. In other words, as long as he leaves Russia, it means he must reach an agreement with Sean, and then the initiative will be in Sean's hands. He won't be able to resist anything Sean says. As a highly intelligent person, Torregrev is certainly not a fool, and he won't do something that would put him in a completely passive position.

Sean naturally had no objection to Torregrev's small request. It was understandable that a real talent could be a little willful, and he was very happy to accommodate him.

A Boeing 747 aircraft that took off from Mali successfully landed on the runway of Moscow Vnukovo International Airport and stopped steadily after taxiing for a distance.

In the VIP channel, a group of 34 sturdy bodyguards in black suits surrounded a Chinese young man with a cold face and an equally sturdy build, and a young Chinese woman with a cold temperament. They stepped out with a strong aura, and strangers were kept away.

Outside, a row of luxury cars had already been parked, attracting the curiosity of many people. They all wanted to see who the important person was. When they saw the lineup of bodyguards of up to 34 people, they were speechless. It was just like this for the president to travel, not to mention that the person being protected was actually a young man of Chinese descent. They all speculated that it was a young master of a Chinese family who came to Russia for a trip. It seemed that only this reason could explain the scene before them.

Sean and the woman got into the Rolls-Royce Phantom in the middle. The convoy started and drove away without paying any attention to the onlookers around them. They had experienced this kind of scene many times. For Sean, he didn't want to be so high-profile, but he only had one life. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand on a dangerous wall. Of course, he had to ensure his own safety as much as possible. He didn't want to die early because of a momentary negligence, just like before in Caracas. If it weren't for Jin Shield and others around him, he would never have survived.

International Hotel Ukraine, Moscow.

This is a landmark hotel building in Moscow and one of the Seven Sisters of Moscow. The hotel is located in the Stalinist building complex of the Seven Sisters in Moscow, allowing visitors to experience the style pursued by Stalin from the outside to the inside. It has a long history and extreme luxury. It was built in 1957 and designed by the master architect Arkady Modvinov. The main spire is 206 meters high.

It is said that the main reason why the Moscow Ukraine Hotel was built in such a grand manner was to impress foreign delegations. It was once known as the largest hotel in Europe and the tallest hotel in the world. It is now a five-star hotel.

(It is actually a 4 star hotel, I chose it because it is one of the Seven Sisters, the other Leningrad Hotel is a bit short and a bit unworthy of its name)

The convoy stopped outside the hotel, and Sean and others went to check in under the guidance of the hotel's presidential suite's private butler.

"What time is Torregrev's appointment?"

Entering the hotel suite, Sean took off his coat, revealing the white shirt underneath, bulging with his muscular body.

"Dinner at 8pm at the Moscow restaurant Pauchka."

When Lin Ke heard Sean's question, he opened the folder, looked through it, and answered.

Baochika Restaurant is an all-day restaurant serving native Russian cuisine, focusing on meat dishes. It is famous for its home-like atmosphere and signature meat dishes cooked on the grill in the center of the restaurant. The restaurant has been in business since 1996 and is a veritable old restaurant. Although the name doesn't sound very good, the restaurant is still very good.

"Got it. I'll take a nap first. Remember to call me in advance later."

As he said this, he walked towards the bathroom. Flying for several hours was quite tiring, not to mention that he was a disabled patient. Although he was reluctant to admit it, his occasional coughing and panting after the slightest exercise forced him to admit that he really had become a disabled person, but there was no external manifestation (such as broken hands or feet, etc.).

At 6:30 in the evening, Lin Ke woke up Sean who was sleeping. Now it was 6:30, and if he got up and packed up, he could go there half an hour earlier. In Sean's opinion, for a date with such a talent, it was worth waiting for the other party for half an hour. Not to mention half an hour, Sean had no objection to waiting an hour earlier.

After a while, Sean finished packing, but this time he only brought six people with him, still the Golden Shield team. He was used to using this team, and their abilities had been verified. If nothing unexpected happened, it would be Golden Shield and others who would be responsible for his security in the future. As for the remaining 28-person bodyguard team, they were prepared for Torregrev. As long as the deal was settled, Sean would leave Russia, and Torregrev would be escorted by the 28-person bodyguard team and board a plane to Abu Dhabi, the capital of the United Arab Emirates.

The group arrived at the Baoqika restaurant and entered the private room under the guidance of the waiter. It was only around 20: at this time, and Torreglev had naturally not arrived yet. Sean didn't mind waiting for him. In short, he would rather wait for the other party than let the other party wait for him.

"Boss, are we taking each other too seriously? It's only 40: now. We may have to wait for each other for minutes."

Although Lin Ke knew how much Sean valued such cutting-edge talents, she obviously couldn't understand why Sean valued them so much.

"You have to know that everything in this world has a price, including so-called love or time, but only people are priceless. Do you know why?"

Sean shook his head. He had nothing to do right now, so he didn't mind explaining to the other party.

"why?"

Lin Ke couldn't understand it even more, because she had learned since childhood that time is money, and money can't buy time. Time can't be bought with money, and similarly, love can't be bought with money. This is a concept she has formed over the past ten years, and she believes it deeply.

"Time is like surfing the Internet in an Internet cafe, which is bought with money. Similarly, if you cook a meal yourself, you need to prepare the ingredients and cook it, which takes time. But if you go to a restaurant, you can save this time, which is also bought with money. For example, for the same terminal illness, the poor may only live for a month, but the rich can live for a year or even longer, which is also bought with money. So time can be bought with money, and it can even be very cheap."

Sean gave a casual explanation, and his words somewhat overturned Lin Ke's three views. This was a question she had never considered before.

"What about love?"

Lin Ke was a little unconvinced. "Doesn't love need romance to maintain it? Where does romance come from? There is no romance without spending money. How long can love without romance last?"

Sean shook his head. Only a girl with insufficient experience could ask such a question.

"Then why is talent priceless? Don't you have to pay people to work for you?"

Now Lin Ke was even more confused. According to Sean, if he paid a salary, he must have spent money to buy it. How could it be priceless?
"Because talents are people first, you have to take care of their emotions first, and then make an offer. Otherwise, they won't work for you. Even if they do work for you, they will work without making any profit."

Sean has a clear view on this. Talent, first of all, is a person, and people have emotions. If you make the other person feel bad, you won't even have the chance to make an offer. As for love, although the other person is also a person and has emotional value, it is insignificant in comparison. The former is difficult to win no matter how much money you spend. As for the latter, as long as you are willing to spend money, I believe it will be fine even if you have ten or eight objects, because it is the other person, not you, who needs to take care of the other person's emotional value.

Torreglev didn't let Sean wait too long. He pushed the door and entered the box at 46:, because for him, this was also a rare opportunity. Sean was willing to offer him a high salary and provide sufficient security. This condition was generous enough. If he was arrogant, it would seem a bit ungrateful. People are mutual. Although he believes that he has enough ability, if he is blindly arrogant, there will be no good results.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Sean."

Torreglev was quite polite. When he saw Sean had already arrived, he first expressed his apologies.

"It's okay, sir. I just arrived not long ago. Besides, there are still more than ten minutes until the time we agreed on, right?"

Sean smiled and stood up to greet the other party. He was very graceful and had no arrogance as the controller of Mali.

"Haha, Mr. Sean is really different from what was rumored. I'm already looking forward to our cooperation."

Both parties sat down and the food began to be served.

"Mr. Torregrev, I usually value talents like you very much, and I am very happy to serve talents."

Sean said seriously as he poured the strong vodka into the other person's glass.

"It can be seen, Mr. Sean, that your success is not accidental."

Torreglev was naturally very satisfied with Sean's performance, and he praised him generously.

“Of course, I always believe that the future belongs to talents, and cutting-edge talents like Mr. Torregrev deserve everything!”

After the two men clinked their glasses, Sean drank the vodka in the glass. Then his face flushed abnormally and he felt like coughing, which made his face red.

"Mr. Sean, you don't look well?"

Torreglev also drank the wine in the glass. After noticing Sean's condition, his brows slightly frowned. It was not that he was unhappy, but that Sean seemed to be choked, which meant that the other party could not drink such strong liquor. He hoped that the conversation tonight would be pleasant, and it would be best if the cooperation could be finalized smoothly, rather than the other party being drunk, which would lead to every result in the end.

"Ahem... I'm sorry, Mr. Torregrev, I don't think I'm fit to drink with you anymore. I injured my lungs some time ago."

Sean took a long time to recover, and after letting out a long breath, he frowned and expressed his apology. The pain in his lungs made him realize that he really couldn't drink such strong alcohol anymore, just like he couldn't smoke cigarettes anymore. This was very unhappy news for him.

Cigarettes and strong liquor are constantly reminding him, hey, you are already a disabled person!
"Well, Mr. Sean, this is not good news. You will lose a lot of fun, but your health is important. If your lungs are injured, you should stop drinking, um, and smoking."

After hearing Sean's explanation, Torreglev nodded to show his understanding and advised him that a lung injury was not a good thing. This made him think of something.

"Come to think of it, I remember a Chinese youth was attacked in Venezuela some time ago. Could it be Mr. Sean that time?"

Torreglev suddenly remembered the international news he had seen some time ago. How could there be such a coincidence in the world? Both of them had lung injuries and were Chinese, so if nothing unexpected happened, it really was Sean.

"Yes, the damn sniper shot through my lung. Although I don't want to admit it, I am indeed a disabled person now."

Sean refilled the other person's glass and shrugged helplessly.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. In that case, Mr. Sean, you can just drink tea instead of wine. I don't mind. Although I wanted to have a good drink with you before coming here."

Torregrev had a look of regret on his face. For an old Russian like him who loved drinking, vodka was an irresistible delicacy. It would be perfect if he could have a drinking buddy to drink with. However, looking at Sean's current state, it was obvious that he had to drink alone today.

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Torregrev. You are such a kind person."

Sean nodded. Since he couldn't drink anymore, he naturally wouldn't drink anymore. He didn't want to make a bigger fool of himself, which would make others doubt his professionalism, especially Torregrev in front of him. He made hundreds of thousands of dollars a minute and didn't come here to discuss this kind of plot with a guy of the same sex as him.

(End of this chapter)