The chief idle wife is too enchanting

Chapter 154

Oman, Muscat.

Asuobi's negotiation with Mo Yao collapsed last time, and after he failed to calculate Mo Yao, he did not get the desired result, but put himself in a very embarrassing position.

The required ammunition was not available, and the army was in a hurry, so Asobi had no choice but to find a few more companies for comparison.

The strange thing is that the several arms dealers he approached recently all disappeared overnight, and everyone lost contact.In the dark, it seems that there is a force that is rising rapidly, eating away at the current arms market.

Asuobi didn't think much about it, and contacted an arms dealer named Saboka through the introduction of the middleman.Saboka used to be the leader of a mercenary, a generation of tyrants, and later made some money. He felt that the artillery fire on the battlefield was too dangerous.

No one knows where his sources of goods come from, but the price is still fair and the people are righteous, so many people are willing to cooperate with him.He has been active in Russia all year round, and his visit to the Middle East this time is purely coincidental.

I was having fun in the casino, when I suddenly received a call from the middleman, the big man expressed his disappointment.

But for fun, business is business, and it’s a bastard’s job to make money and not make money. He threw hundreds of thousands of chips to bet, and walked to a quieter place to answer the phone before the dealer opened.

"What?" Saboka almost jumped up when he heard that the other party wanted to meet and negotiate, "I'm busy now, so I can just tell you what I want."

While talking on the phone, Saboka looked back at the gaming table from time to time, concerned about whether his hundreds of thousands of chips were in vain.

After all, the money earned by putting your head on your waistband, no matter how little it is, it will hurt you if you lose!

"Big! Big! Big!" Saboka's heart cried out.

"Small!"

The dealer opened the market and shouted solemnly.

"Damn!" Saboka beat his chest in frustration. He must have forgotten to offer incense to the God of Wealth when he went out today. After a while, several million have already been entered. With this method, even the world's pound sterling is not enough for him to play.

"Are you still listening?" A middleman's voice came from the phone.

"I'm at Sesves Casino, tell 'em over here."

"I don't believe in this evil anymore!" After hanging up the phone, Saboka squeezed into the crowd again.But this kind of bad luck seemed to follow Saboka with determination, and persisted until Asobi and the others came to the casino, Saboka did not stand up.

The meeting was in the room on the third floor. The wooden door for the work inspection blocked all the noise from the door. The room was very quiet. Saboka sat reclined on the sofa with one leg resting on the armrest of the sofa, shaking comfortably, feeling angry full.

Asobi came in from the door with two assistants. One of the assistants was carrying a heavy suitcase, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it contained money.

Snapped!
A revolver was photographed on the coffee table.

Asuobi was taken aback. Ever since he experienced the thrilling scene of negotiating with Mo Yao last time, he had some psychological shadows about negotiating with arms dealers, especially before he came here, he had already emphasized that Saboka was a mercenary, and he was a ruffian. Sex dies.

Strongly suppressing the restless beating of his heart, Asobi pretended to be calm: "Mr. Saboka, what do you mean by doubting the sincerity of our transaction?"

"Heh." Saboka hummed a single sound through his nostrils. He obviously wasn't addicted to gambling just now, so he retracted his legs and sat facing Asobi, "Let's make a bet."

Asuobi was confused, his thick black eyebrows were gathered together, and he looked at him strangely.

Saboka took the pistol, opened the revolver with a bang, and took out five bullets.

There were only six bullets in a revolver, so there was only one bullet left in the gun. Asobi still didn't understand what Saboka wanted to do, and looked at him with constipation.

"Let's play Russian roulette." He pointed to the three people in front of him, including Asobi, "You three, every time you play a game, I will follow a game, and every time you complete a game, the price I will give you will be higher than the market price." A discount for more price."

Rotating the magazine, closing the pistol with a bang under Asobi's shocked gaze, his tone was undeniably tough, "Whoever comes first."

Asobi's face was pale.

It must be acclimatization, it must be!This is the Middle East, not Russia. There is no tradition of playing Russian roulette in negotiations here. You must have made a mistake. You must have made a mistake.Asobi really wants to go back, can we go back and start over?
"If you don't have the guts," Saboka smiled wickedly, "then the deal will not be concluded, the money will stay and the people will leave."

If the deal is not negotiated, you still have to keep the money. Is this also a tradition in your place?You guys are robbers, not deals!

Asuobi's face was black and white and then red, and the colors were very energetic. The subordinates who followed couldn't stand it anymore, and stood in front with their chests straightened out.

"I'll come first." Picking up the mobile phone on the coffee table, he pointed it at his head.

Pole!
The voice was crisp and sweet, without the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder smoke, and there was no blood splashed on the spot. Asuobi heaved a sigh of relief, "9% off, it's your turn!"

Willing to admit defeat, Saboka is also a happy person. He took the pistol handed over, spun the wheel a few times, and shot himself in the head.

Unsurprisingly.

Asobi's people do it once, and Saboka calls once. After four rounds, it is up to Asobi to bet himself.

It's not that Asobi doesn't gamble, but it's the first time he's betting on his own life, and he has to gamble because he was kicked out of the shelves.Raising the pistol tremblingly, Asobi felt extremely resentful in his heart!

Desperadoes are desperadoes, they are not afraid of death, but he is!

The hand hooked on the trigger was trembling so badly that he couldn’t let it go. Just when Saboka was about to go crazy, there was a sudden bang, the door of the room was blown away, and the reinforced concrete walls were also blown away. One piece, broken bricks and sand and lime fell down.

Asobi thought the pistol had sounded, so his knees softened, and he bowed reverently in front of Saboka in the way of kneeling with a traditional Chinese gift.

The assistant carrying the suitcase was relatively close to the door, and he was frightened by a loud noise, so he hid inside with the suitcase in his arms.

Another attendant stepped forward to help Asobi up. In order not to appear so embarrassing and put on airs, he just waved his hand and pushed the person who came to help him aside, and he stood up with his teeth gritted.

They looked out the door in unison.

Mo Zhanting was dressed in black and stood at the door, more precisely at the entrance of the cave.

The wind blowing in from the corridor blew his long hair wildly, flying wildly, his icy face was like hell to resurrect Satan, the black duck in the corner of his eyes, sharp as a blade, coldly swept towards the people in the room.

The temperature plummeted.

Seeing that it was Mo Zhanting who came, Asuobi was furious.It was this man who had cheated him of his trust a few months ago, promising that there would be a way for Mo Yao to sell him the arms at a price that was [-]% off the market price.

[-]% off, a normal person buys an ice cream and visits a supermarket and calculates that the membership price can save [-] cents and [-] cents. This is an arms deal, and the transaction volume is tens of millions or even hundreds of millions. What is the concept of [-]% off? Save [-]% off The money exchanged for ice cream is enough for them to eat all over the country for many years.

But in the end, not only was the [-]% discount not negotiated, he couldn't even find a supplier.

"What else are you here for?" Asobi said in a bad tone, and gave him a cold look.

At this moment, he noticed the woman standing behind Mo Zhanting.

She was dressed in a tight red dress, her black hair was tied up high, her aura was not like the mystery of an Arab woman, but rather the softness of an oriental woman, and her red eyes were different from the traditional black eyes of the orientals. Treacherous, enchanting.Although he didn't speak, the cold and sharp look on his body made people have to move their eyes to her.

"Our deal hasn't been completed yet." Mo Zhanting snorted coldly.He is obviously very satisfied with such a dazzling appearance.

Asuobi didn't hear Mo Zhanting's answer clearly, and his attention was all on Dong Yilan. This woman gave people a strange feeling, including her blood-red eyes, which were mysterious, treacherous, and charming to all living beings.

Naturally, Saboka also noticed Dong Yilan, and he stretched his legs and leaned comfortably on the sofa, looking at them as if watching a show.

The man and the woman seem to have a huge age gap. It is enough for a man to be a woman's father, but they don't look like father and daughter. The temperament between the brows makes it clear that they are not a family.

However, upon seeing this, Saboka was startled, and his heart tightened immediately.

They didn't have heavy weapons in their hands, or they didn't even have guns. How could the door be blown open?With this nervousness, he unknowingly took off his legs that were on the armrest of the sofa.

"Mr. Asobi, if I remember correctly, there is still a deal between us that has not been completed." Mo Zhanting's voice was unhurried, and Asobi's ears exploded.

"If you hadn't come out and ruined my arms deal with SX-Two, do you think I would be here today?" Asobi growled, he was the one who didn't fulfill his promise to disappear, and now The villain first complains, and then turns around to say what is wrong with him.

"If I'm not wrong, you should have brought money here today."

Mo Zhanting gave a look. No one present saw what Dong Yilan was doing. The suitcase that Asobi was carrying was already in Dong Yilan's hands. He opened the suitcase without even asking for the password.

The red eyes swept away, "300 million."

300 million is really pitifully small for a large-scale arms deal. Mo Zhanting hinted that Dong Yilan should put away the box first, and take his time with the rest.

Saboka is not willing anymore, the two people together are here to steal his business!He blatantly robbed the money that should belong to him.He risked his life to play the Russian compass with them, but in the end he didn't get a penny.

There is an old saying in China that a uncle can endure and an aunt cannot bear it. Even though he knows that the bullets in the revolver will not hurt him, he still explodes uncontrollably.
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In the next chapter, Yilan will meet Qi Ye. . .

(End of this chapter)