My lover is this organization

"Oh, the Sands Hotel?"

Shiro Suzuki nodded, and the scenery of Singapore's Marina Bay immediately appeared in his mind.

"If I really want to explain it, it's probably this: the lower floor is divided into shops for rent, and everything from the middle floor upwards is managed by us, with casinos, bars, etc., and above that is the residential area, as well as the super-large outdoor swimming pool and sky villas at the top." Qin Wuque said while gesturing with his hands.

Shiro Suzuki listened very seriously at first, nodding in greeting from time to time.

But it didn't take long for him to react.

Wait, isn’t this thing just a copy of the Marina Bay Sands?

At most, it is a slight modification.

"As for the Sands Hotel..." Shiro Suzuki asked tentatively.

"I don't care what they think." Qin Wuque shrugged, his face as cold as a tyrant, and the aura of the godfather of the Los Santos underworld was instantly revealed.

"This casino will be 100% funded by me. If they think I have infringed their rights, they can take legal action against me. I don't mind."

“But I don’t know whether Marina Bay will disappear completely from the world map by then,” he said lightly.

Suzuki Shiro: “…”

Suzuki Jirokichi: “…”

It would be great if we could just wipe them off the world map.

"Since you have made this decision, I won't say anything more." Suzuki Jirokichi, who already had a certain understanding of Qin Wuque's simple and crude thinking mode, nodded.

"But since this is a cooperative project with our Suzuki Group, even if you are the only one who pays for it, you must claim it to be a cooperative project with the Suzuki Group."

"Want shares?" Qin Wuque understood.

"You can say that." Suzuki Jirokichi nodded. "Correspondingly, our Suzuki Group will also provide assistance in various aspects, including the implementation of various procedures and the staffing issues after the hotel is completed."

"In other words, you just need to spend the money, and the Suzuki Group will take care of the rest."

"How much do you want? Half?" Qin Wuque held up his chin.

"Not so much."

Once Suzuki Jirokichi started talking, his younger brother had no right to interrupt.

I saw the corner of his lip under his gray beard slightly raised, and he slowly raised a finger.

“One percent is enough.”

"Okay, deal."

Qin Wuque answered quite crisply.

After a pause, he added.

"Then let's put it in the garden's name."

Chapter 439: The Girl Grows Up and Can’t Be Kept Home, the Sad Old Father

The difficulty in doing business has always been the tug-of-war for interests.

Many entrepreneurs often slam the table and glare at the negotiation table for the sake of a little bit of profit, until their faces turn red and their necks become angry.

Even when large companies are doing business with each other, they often negotiate for days or even months over the terms of a certain contract.

In the final analysis, everyone should try to find a compromise as much as possible and come up with a result that everyone can accept.

And with Qin Wuque's series of meaningless "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes", a huge project worth billions of dollars that other companies would have spent days arguing about was negotiated by him in just a few minutes.

In fact, it can't be considered a negotiation, because judging from the dog's attitude at the time, it seemed that he was not here to discuss a big business deal, but to buy vegetables.

The final result of the deal was that Qin Wuque was responsible for paying the money, and all the remaining procedures were handed over to the Suzuki Group to handle a one-stop service.

The grand negotiation scene made Shiro Suzuki, the CEO of the Suzuki Group, a multinational super-large enterprise who had been diligently running it, feel unreal.

In comparison, Suzuki Jirokichi is much more accustomed to it.

After all, there has been a precedent.

"OK, the money has been transferred."

In the tea room, Qin Wuque was holding up his mobile phone to show the transfer records to the two founders and chief executives of the Suzuki Group. The long string of zeros that extended directly out of the screen made people feel as if they were looking at the damage record of a warrior in a disconnected city.

"Isn't this too..." Shiro Suzuki adjusted his glasses which had slipped down his face, still feeling something was wrong.

All businessmen are happy to see a smooth business negotiation, but now the deal has been reached and the contract has not even been drafted, but the money has been transferred first.

Aren’t you being too straightforward?

"The contract doesn't matter." Qin Wuque shrugged. "I don't have a legal team, so even if you give me the contract, I won't understand it. So it's OK for everyone to understand it verbally and in their hearts."

He was not worried at all that the Suzuki Group would cheat him, or rather, as the former Godfather of Los Santos, he did not need to worry that anyone would dare to cheat him.

The last person who had the courage to cheat him was Rum.

And the result, everyone saw it.

"People who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters!" Suzuki Jirokichi slapped his younger brother's shoulder hard, making a loud bang.

And Shiro Suzuki could only smile helplessly.

The teahouse was filled with the atmosphere of a happy host and guests after a deal was concluded.

wow——

At this moment, the sliding door of the tea room was suddenly opened from the outside.

Since traditional Japanese sliding doors are covered with paper, their light-blocking and heat-insulating properties are relatively poor. Therefore, in order to ensure that the temperature in the house is relatively stable, sliding doors are designed with a double layer.

There is a door inside and another door outside, with a partition of nearly two meters in between.

And what appeared outside the inner gate was the garden.

She only opened the door of the tea room less than 50 centimeters, and leaned half of her body out from the gap to look inside. Her big watery eyes blinked, and her brown hair fell in front of her forehead. She was wearing a plain white Japanese yukata for home use, which was patterned with flowers and cranes in ink painting style. It was very beautiful.

Yuanzi poked her head into the room, and the first thing she saw was Qin Wuque, who was sitting against the wall with one leg stretched out, tilting his head and blinking at her.

Sitting opposite the long table were her father and uncle.

For a moment, everyone in the room looked at her.

Miss Sonoko shrank her neck slightly as if she was a little timid.

"Dad, are you guys... done talking?"

"Well, it's almost settled."

Shiro Suzuki smiled and nodded at his daughter.

"What's wrong, Sonoko, what can I do for you?"

"what……"

Faced with the question from her father, Sonoko hesitated for a moment, and then became a little hesitant.

"That's the one……"

Ah - oh my god! oh my god!

Clearly, she had thought it through well before coming, so she would pretend to ask casually whether the discussion was over. If it was, she would casually say that she had something to discuss with Brother Qin.

It's such a simple thing, why did it go wrong when it came to opening the mouth?

Yuanzi continued to hesitate and talk about this and that for a long time without being able to make any clear statement. His eyes wandered everywhere, occasionally flashing across Qin Wuque.

Two of the three people in the room were experienced people, so seeing this scene, how could they not understand what was going on.

Suzuki Jirokichi deliberately glanced at his younger brother who had a conflicted look on his face, then gave Qin Wuque, who had a subtle expression on his face across the table, a look that said "you know", and raised his chin happily.

"Go."

"walk slowly……"

Under the bright gaze of Miss Yuanzi, Qin Wuque rolled over and stood up from the ground.

However, before he could signal to the two founders of the Suzuki Group, "I'm leaving first," Sonoko, who was blocking the door, grabbed his wrist and dragged him out.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Then there was a series of footsteps rapidly fading away.

After a long time, the sound of a sliding door being closed was heard in the tea room, along with a faint sigh from the old father.

"Girls can't be kept at home when they grow up—"

……

Qin Wuque was pulled by Yuanzi and sprinted all the way, crossing most of the Suzuki residence, and did not stop until he went upstairs, entered the room, and closed the door.

"Ha ha……"

Yuanzi leaned against the door, breathing heavily. Such intense exercise in the late dog days of summer had left a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

Qin Wuque, who had been running all the way, ran as if nothing had happened, without even breathing.

He was somewhat helpless: "So why are you running so fast? It's as if your dad can stretch out a ruthless iron hand from the teahouse and grab me back from dozens of meters away after eating the banana ability fruit."

"No...it's not my dad..."

Yuanzi took a breath for a while and finally recovered a little.

"The main reason is that I'm afraid of being seen by my mom. My mom... how should I put it, she's quite strict. If someone sees me, she'll definitely tell someone something."

Qin Wuque let out an "oh" as if he suddenly understood something, and nodded, but did not comment.

"By the way, there is something I want to ask." Before Qin Wuque could change the subject, Yuanzi took the initiative to change the subject.

"Ok?"

"that is--"

The girl raised her head and looked at him, her bright big eyes blinking twice.

"Brother Qin, do you have time recently? Now that the summer vacation is halfway over, I am wondering if I can find some time to go out for a trip?"

"Traveling?" Qin Wuque was stunned.

"Ah...well, of course, just the two of us," Sonoko added hastily.

"Two people?"

Qin Wuque thought about it seriously.

"It probably won't work in the next two days. It may take a few more days."

"How many days?" the girl insisted.

"About a week?" Qin Wuque said.

After all, he had promised Mingmei and Shirley that he would take them out for a trip after he finished all the work at hand.

As a man, you can't go back on your word!

"It'll take another week..."

Although Qin Wuque agreed, Yuanzi couldn't help feeling disappointed when he thought that the travel plan would be postponed for another week.

But soon she became happy again.

"Then as compensation... come, come closer."

Yuanzi waved at Qin Wuque with a fox-like smile on her face.

Qin Wuque leaned forward and lowered his head in cooperation. Suddenly he felt a weight on his neck, and a pair of fair arms wrapped around his neck.

The girl's face quickly enlarged in his field of vision.

"Mua~!"

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A big bowl of wide noodles turns into a big bowl of prison rice, which is really exciting.