Chapter 57

On Fisher's side, James McCullen was also listening to his report on the other side.

"Did he really buy that hotel?" James McCullen asked with interest, playing with the ornaments in his hand.

"Yes, it's because his dog likes the pool. He's a damn rich man!" A bearded man sitting on the sofa diagonally opposite McCullen shook his glass and couldn't help admiring.

"What is a damn rich man? Fireflies? " McCullen is a little unhappy. He has money himself. According to him, he is also a damn rich man!

"I'm envious, boss!" The man called firefly waved his hand wildly, and then picked up a bottle of Royal Salute from the table.

With a bang, a bottle of whisky with more than 1000 knives was opened, and then the firefly picked up the bottle and blew a big mouthful directly into his mouth.

Looking at each other's cattle chewing peonies, McCullen is very distressed about his wine. Of course, he is not distressed about money, but about the end of this bottle of wine, which is no different from that 15 yuan bottle of whisky.

"Drink less. I have work to do later!" Seeing the end of the royal salute, McCullen couldn't help reminding him.

"You don't understand! For us British, this whisky is just an appetizer! " The firefly gave a satisfied hiccup and sat up.

"Then our goal in the evening is the three weapons grade uranium rods at the auction!"

"Yes, God knows how those guys got out of the heavily guarded military base, but now he should be mine!" McCullen first despised the original owner of the uranium rod, and then expressed his admiration for the warrior who made the uranium rod. If he was not such a warrior, he would have no chance to make waves.

"Sir, we have assembled!" At this time, a man in a suit opened the door and came in. He respectfully reported to McCullen that there were several slightly ferocious scars behind the man's ears.

"Come on, I'm looking forward to the auction in the evening!" McCullen smiled, took his suit and went out. A long line of Mercedes Benz cars had been parked outside his mansion. They were full of big men in black. They looked very rich. They didn't look like they were seriously participating in the auction. On the contrary, they felt that they were making things with great momentum.

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Suburbs of Paris

Lorisk Manor

As a building left over from the Sun King period, lorisk manor, like other ancient castle manors in Paris, has welcomed countless owners. During World War I, it was the official residence of Marshal Fuxi of France. It was lived by Herman Meyer during World War II. After the war, lorisk manor was recovered by the French government because there was no heir. Later, it was sold because of financial problems, The new owner was unidentified, and the information left only knew that the buyer was a woman.

Now, the owner of the manor chose to hold a grand auction in the manor.

It was already 8 p.m. when Fisher drove his Lamborghini into the manor.

"Your invitation, sir!" Just after parking the car, before Fisher had time to look at the general situation of the manor, two black suits with headphones came over.

"It seems that the evening activities are very formal!" Fisher took out the invitation and handed it to one of them.

"Sorry, have a nice evening!" After confirming the authenticity of the invitation, the black suit nodded respectfully, and then the waiter came and led fisher to the meeting.

"Is this your first visit to France, sir?" The waiter who led Fisher looked very talkative.

"I've been here several times before, but this manor is my first time. It looks very good here. Your boss must be very rich!"

"Thanks for your compliment, but our boss is just an ordinary businessman!"

They walked through the path composed of green plants, through the charming garden corridor, all the way straight, through the long corridor bridge and into the main building of the manor.

"Boss, here you are!" Not long after Fisher came in, John and two bodyguards came with two black boxes.

"The prophet, they are also in place!"

"OK, I see!" Fisher nodded and said he knew.

Because the auction has not officially started, the guests who came to the auction gathered in the two-story banquet hall of the main building. However, almost everyone's attention was not on the big meal on the long table in the center of the banquet hall, but gathered in groups to discuss the content and host identity of the auction in the evening.

Fisher swept around and found that most of the people who came to the auction were arms merchants from Western Europe and Russia, including even several acquaintances. At the beginning, Fisher poured the rich inventory of the former Soviet Union from them.

The arms dealers also saw Fisher, and the two sides got together and talked about gossip.

"Speaking of it, I didn't expect to see Mr. Fisher here. I don't know what attracted you at tonight's auction!" A Russian businessman with a strong Russian accent is wonderful.

"I'll join the fun and see what good collections there are. I'll buy some back and sell them when the price rises!"

"Oh, ha ha......" a group of businessmen can only ha ha when they hear such a standard answer. Isn't this nonsense? Who's here for this purpose? Are they looking for women here?

"Speaking of, I heard that there are nuclear warheads to be auctioned at the auction tonight. Is it true?" A second dealer from Holland whispered.

"I also heard that there is a gold auction tonight!" Another businessman, unwilling to show weakness, also bought his own channels.

nuclear weapon? Zhenjin? All the people present turned their eyes to Fisher. Among these customers, Fisher is the only one who has the courage and channels to use these things. Is this the other party's purpose?

"Don't look at me, I'm not interested in nuclear weapons!" It's the first time Fisher has heard that the auction still dares to sell warheads. Logically, shouldn't there be any secret service organizations lurking in this place to stop the auction?

"Prophet, confirm the surrounding environment!" John, standing behind Fisher, whispered in his ear without Fisher's command.

"There are no abnormalities around. Wait, there's a team!" The prophet squatted on the fork of a huge tree not far from the manor, and his sniper rifle quickly aimed at the parking lot outside the manor.

"Here comes McCullen, sir! He brought a lot of people! " The prophet in the cloak of optical invisibility couldn't help mocking.

"This is someone else's territory. How many people to bring is someone else's freedom!" Fisher looked at the door with the juice.

The next second, the wooden door of the banquet hall was pushed open heavily, and then James McCarran in a white suit came in with his head held high, followed by more than a dozen bodyguards. These bodyguards stood every two meters, facing the bodyguard arranged by the manor owner.

"This guy is so arrogant!"

"Can we not be arrogant? My ancestors are aristocrats, the best arms dealer in Western Europe, the guest of honor of the NATO joint conference, and have arrogant capital!"

In fact, McCullen also heard the discussion, but this was exactly what he expected. Fisher, who liked to keep a low profile in peace, was different. McCullen felt that the more famous he was, the more proud he was.

"Oh, look who this is, my friend, Mr. Fisher Adams!" As soon as he entered the banquet hall, McCullen looked around. When he saw Fisher standing in the corner, he put on a look of great enthusiasm and walked up with open arms.

Fisher could not hide. He simply walked forward with two glasses of juice and stuffed the juice into each other before McCullen hugged himself.

"Er!" McCullen's smile solidified on his face. He looked at the juice in his hand and Fisher. He didn't know how to continue.

"Sorry, I can't drink when I drive. Long live France!" Fisher raised his glass, touched it, and drank the juice.

"Good! Long live France! " McCullen, who put away his exaggerated smile, had to drink the same juice, and then shook hands with Fisher.

"In fact, you should think carefully about our suggestions for cooperation!"

Has the final say, "I am thinking every day, Macallan group has been an important strategic partner of giant God. I have been advocating deeper cooperation with Macallan group within the company. Unfortunately, I am not alone in deciding what to do with giant gods. Many shareholders are annoyed at the overbearing posture of Macallan in the American market. So I can only convince them slowly! " Fisher never let go of each other's hands. Instead, he took McCullen to a corner of the banquet hall and poured bitter water for each other.

Looking at each other's embarrassed face, McCullen might really believe it if he didn't know that the giant God was Fisher's speech, but he couldn't tell. He had to let Fisher play ha ha.

"In fact, the cooperation between McCullen group and Jushen is beneficial without harm. We can first carry out some small-scale cooperation in some aspects, such as energy. McCullen group has nearly half of the energy supply channels in Western Europe, and the crude oil exploited by Jushen in Iraq can be sold to McCullen group nearby! How good it is for us to monopolize the energy supply in Western Europe! "

"However, the price offered by the East is higher, and as far as I know, McCullen group's bid for North Sea oil development last month was jointly launched by the British government and the German government!"

"Then we can have deeper cooperation in military affairs, can't we? The security business of giant god can be merged into McCullen group. We have billions of orders in Europe every year!"

"But the Iraqi government has handed over the power of national defense to the giant God. We can't disappoint the 30 million Iraqi people!"

"It seems that cooperation can't go on?"

"No, no, no, I believe that Jushen and McCullen group can seek common ground while reserving differences and go hand in hand. However, cooperation is very important. Both of us should study it carefully. Once there are results, we will certainly give you a satisfactory answer. How about it?"

"I hope so!"

In fact, an important reason why McCullen is so anxious to deal with Fisher is that the market is becoming more and more saturated. At present, McCullen group's biggest customers are Germany, France, Italy, Poland, and then southern Morocco. The defense budgets of these countries are very limited, The giant god occupies the American market, and even the small countries in Britain and Northern Europe that are not bad for money have fallen into the embrace of the giant God. If they can no longer open up new markets, the development of McCullen group will tend to stagnate, and even have a series of unpredictable effects. However, Fisher's ha ha around makes him uncomfortable and can only give up, Talked about other topics.

Fisher's attention at the moment was focused on a man behind him. The man had a messy split head, a big respirator on his face and made a whirring sound from time to time.

Fisher carefully looked for each other's information from his slightly blurred memory. He vaguely remembered that this brother was probably the technical officer of McCullen group and the commander of Cobra. What did he do?

Perhaps he noticed Fisher's eyes, and the man in the respirator nodded politely to Fisher.

"This is Mr. Rex, the chief scientist of McCullen group. He had to use a respirator because his respiratory system was injured due to an experimental accident!" Seeing Fisher staring at his men, McCullen casually introduced him.

"Oh, actually, you can come to the giant God. We will install a mechanical respirator for the wounded with respiratory tract damage, so you don't have to be so uncomfortable!" Fisher remembered that Rex was not right with McCullen. Finally, he kicked him out of the cobra and dug up the corner directly and aboveboard.

"Thank you for Mr. Fisher's kindness, but I'll talk about the respirator later. I have to help Mr. McCullen now!"

"Oh, that's a pity!" Fisher could only shake his head regretfully.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. Now the auction is about to begin. Please enter!" Fisher wanted to say something, but a tall, thin man with a moustache suddenly came in through the inner door of the banquet hall and interrupted him.

"Since that's the case, let's take part in the auction first and talk slowly after it is over!"