A man in black appeared next to the old man in gray robe. He looked at him and saw that he was on the phone. The man in black lowered his head and waited respectfully beside him.
“What you said makes sense.” Shi Lao became much calmer and asked him: “Aren’t you afraid of the consequences of touching the Sixth Continent cake?”
Quentin was very domineering: "I'm afraid I won't come here."
“Ha.” The old man sneered.
Instead, Quentin said calmly and calmly: "Ten old men, don't you find wealth in danger? Our hermit family is not born to be crushed by the Sixth Continent."
The old man’s hoarse and gloomy voice said: “I wish you good luck.”
When Quentin heard a busy signal on the other end of the phone, he handed the phone to the man on the side: "Don't give me your phone again."
“Yes, Archbishop.” The man picked up his mobile phone and walked away.
Quentin opened his arms and stretched out the red robes on his body. Shi Shiran stood up and said to everyone in the conference room who had been noisy for ten minutes.
“The time has come. Have you decided whether to buy it or not?”
The Latin bosses looked at each other, and according to the words they had discussed before, one of them stood up and said face to face: "We are interested in buying. But before that, I want to ask if you can guarantee that we will provide our Need something?”
"We are not doing a one-time business, today is just a test of the water. My friends and I have given you enough discounts on the price, which also represents our sincerity. You can rest assured that as long as both parties cooperate happily, whatever you want , of course we will sell it." Quentin said slowly.
The Holy See has a high status here.
As the first person in the Holy See, he took the initiative to promise that he would continue to provide Latin with the "things" he wanted in the future.
A group of Latin big guys nodded and discussed with each other again. The leader made a decision and reached a cooperation in front of the people in charge of negotiations in the Sixth Continent.
"We buy!"
…
On the other side, the expression of the old man in gray robe who hung up the phone was definitely not good-looking. The corners of his mouth drooped, forming a straight line of displeasure, and he turned around and walked back without saying a word.
No one in the room dared to speak, and the scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Even Elena held her breath, not daring to make a sound and stand out at this time.
Only Sai Lan broke the silence in the room and plucked up the courage to speak: "Dad, what did the Hidden Family say?"
“Of course he won’t tell me about the person behind him.” The gray-robed old man’s face was gloomy, like a sky covered with dark clouds, making people afraid to approach him easily.
Sailan frowned subconsciously: "Then..."
Shi Lao took a deep breath: "I know who that person is."
Sailan raised his eyes: "Who?"
Shi Lao said a name that made people's eyes dazzle: "Your good son."
Sa Lan suddenly stood up from his position, his face full of shock and disbelief: "He is not..."
The old man in gray robe was much more calm and calm when facing the reality. He looked at her reaction with a smile and immediately said: "What, you don't want him to live?"
Sa Lan noticed the cold light in his eyes that did not dissipate, and immediately smiled and lowered his head: "No, I didn't mean that."
Probably because he didn't want to argue with her, Shi Lao said with a smile: "Pay attention to your own behavior. Don't act panicked at the smallest things. You've been getting more and more out of control lately!"
Sailan muttered: "Yes."
Shi Laobie did not look at her at first, but said to the others: "My grandson is not dead. This time he is the one who helped the Hidden Family steal business from us in Latin America." (End of this chapter)