Chapter 696 No One Is a Good Person! (First Update!)

The phrase "resigning from the golden basin" made Lavat stunned for a while. His CPU ran fast for a long time before he finally understood the sentence thoroughly.

And at the moment when he understood the sentence, a playful smile appeared on his face, or rather, a mocking smile.

He changed his previous cautiousness, crossed his arms, and looked at the people in front of him with curiosity:

"This is the first time I heard that you Italian mafia would actually resign from the golden basin?"

"Is this really a big joke? Are you really willing to lose those interests in America?"

"Or are you trying your best to maintain your last dignity?"

"You say you are resigning from the golden basin now, so I really want to ask, if a few years later, will you use a plastic basin? Or wash your hands directly by the river?"

"Can you tell me?"

The ruthless words were like a knife, directly cutting through the cover of several people in front of them, making these people look very ugly.

The Italian mafia is an organization that has existed for many years.

When Europe opened up the new America, many people in the Mafia also went to America, where they took root and sprouted.

At the beginning, their operation model was the same as that of England, with America making money and Italy spending it.

But as time went on, the Mafia branch in America felt that this was not the way to live. Why were they just cattle and horses?

They also wanted to be the best!

They also wanted to work hard to make money, get promoted and get a raise, marry a beautiful and rich woman, become a CEO, and reach the peak of their lives.

So...

The relationship between the two sides broke.

But it didn't break completely, just that the business of both sides was slightly divided.

This division didn't matter. The people in the American branch didn't think it was a big deal. After all, they used to be cattle and horses, and now there is an extra expense, so they naturally eat and drink well.

On the Italian headquarters side, a large amount of income suddenly disappeared. People who were used to spending lavishly suddenly became stretched to the limit, and even had no underwear.

This situation has become increasingly serious with the collapse of the Soviet Union and the transformation of America into a superpower with many strong countries.

That is, the global economy has been developing in recent years, and this group of people has recovered slightly because they are ruthless, have connections, and have some funds. They have seized some monopoly industries.

At this moment, the mafia members are not very happy to be torn off their fig leaf by a Middle Eastern upstart, but...

They can't say anything.

They are famous for their ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

The person in front of him represents a country, and it is not one of those small island countries in the Pacific Ocean, but a country in the Middle East, in that chaotic land, that has stood for decades.

It is still a stable country.

In such a country, they have many people who are more ruthless than these mafia members.

And they are richer than them.

They can be ruthless to ordinary people and intimidate families or forces of similar level to them.

But facing such a country, they can only smile and swallow their anger.

MD, why do I feel a sense of frustration that comes from nowhere?

With an awkward smile, the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa on the right raised the document in his hand and spoke softly:

"According to this document, this business is very good. If Mr. Lavat finds the local mafia in America, I think they should be very happy to cooperate."

"I just don't know why Mr. Lavat wants to find us?"

"After all, from all aspects of analysis, we are not your best partners. In addition to the mafia, you can even find the Hongmen and those gangs in South America."

"Instead of finding us who are far away in Italy and are already in decline."

Faced with the exploration of this middle-aged man, Lavat shook his head calmly, and then nodded calmly:

"Indeed, compared to For you, the Mafia in America and the Hongmen are better choices. "

"But the problem is that they are better choices, but they can also take the opportunity to kill us."

"This is their usual practice. As a member of the Mafia, Mr. Carls knows more about your dirty deeds in secret than I do."

"What I want is a partner who is willing to make money and listen to me. It's that simple."

"If you are willing, then listen to what I say next. If not, I will leave after dinner and find other people to cooperate with."

The reason was said by Rawat, and the ball was thrown by him and fell into the hands of several Mafia members again.

The people on the sofa looked at each other, with hesitation on their faces.

They have finished reading the documents just now.

They are not fools. The few words on the documents and the plans are telling them one thing.

It is a big cake.

Since it is a cake, everyone wants to eat it, which means that they may confront the Mafia in America.

Although everyone is barely maintaining superficial harmony due to decades of open and covert fighting, both sides will definitely tear each other apart when faced with a big pie.

Now, they need to think clearly whether to tear their faces apart with the group of people in America.

They have seen the development of the world in recent years.

Because of America's series of operations, although the land of Europe is still prosperous, the decline in development has quietly appeared, but everyone is still immersed in the dream that Europe is a developed region and can still live a good life. .

If they can take advantage of this opportunity and get a big piece of cake in America, then they can continue.

If they can't get it, they may have a hard time in the future.

After a long time, a voice sounded among them:

"Karls, you are the youngest, tell me what you think."

Karls, who was asked, raised his eyes to look at the older people in front of him. He was silent for a moment and did not speak, but chose to nod directly.

After nodding, he stopped talking. His calm face was filled with the expression that he didn't want to explain.

With his nod, several others followed suit and nodded in agreement.

After all, no one has trouble with money. Only when you have money can you live a life of excellence.

No money...

They came from a time when there was no money!

If Italy had not been full of skills and stabbed Germany in the back at a critical moment, their life would be even more difficult now.

No one wants to go back to those days!

They are mafias and don’t want to go back.

On the opposite side, seeing these people nodding, Rawat smiled self-deprecatingly.

Poor guy!

Making a complaint in his mind, he opened his suit, took out a folded piece of paper from the pocket of the suit, opened the piece of paper, put it on the table in the middle of the sofa, and then returned to his position, tilted Erlangjiao, waiting for the next answer.

Beside the round table, Karls was the first to reach out and pick up the piece of paper.

Only to find a plan written in Italian on the piece of paper.

Very simple, yet highly summarized, yet highly feasible operation guide.

[The process from establishment to profitability of America’s small loan company]

After reading it, Kars handed the note to the others, then turned his head and stared at Rawat with burning eyes.

"Mr. Rawat, can you explain?"

Rawat spread his hands and leaned back on the chair, looking very comfortable.

He was not in a hurry to answer, but was waiting for the others to read the operation guide.

About 10 minutes later, the remaining people also read the operation guide. When these people turned their eyes, he opened his mouth to explain:

"It's very simple! You go to America to register some small loan companies, and then provide loans to ordinary people."

"After you get their authorized information, you can go to our bank to apply for bank credit and lend money."

"With the information you gave us, we can package the entire loan and put it on the secondary market to obtain more funds."

"Ordinary people will consume money and stimulate the market when they get money."

"Capital will see this money flowing into their wallets, and they will be more willing to stimulate this market and buy these asset packages."

"And what we have to do is earn interest."

"The more loans we lend, the more interest we can earn, which is a lot of money."

"And as long as you control it well, for those who have some assets in their hands, even if they can't repay the loan, we can use their assets as collateral."

"If they really can't pay it, you are also a mafia, so you can't even get this little money, right?"

After saying these words, Rawat continued to use his light blue eyes to look at the people in front of him.

On the sofa, after listening to the words of the person opposite him, Karls did not respond in a hurry, but turned to look at his companion behind him.

There was no expression on the faces of these companions, but they all shook their heads imperceptibly.

After receiving the signal from his companions, Karls turned around and said solemnly:

"But we have already washed our hands in a golden basin!"

Hearing this sentence again, Rawat laughed loudly. The laughter was very cheerful, but at the end, it was full of ridicule.

"It seems I came here by mistake today."

"Feel sorry!"

"I have to say sorry to everyone first!"

"At first, I thought that everyone was not a good person. I also thought that coming to cooperate with you should be a match made in heaven. It is a cooperation that you and I are willing to do. If I ask, you will happily agree to the cooperation."

"But I didn't expect that the Italian mafia was once ruthless and committed all kinds of evil, killing people, setting fires, and extorting money everywhere."

"I actually washed my hands in a golden basin and wanted to be a good person."

"I think this should be celebrated. In this way, I will book a banquet hall in the big hotel in Milan later, and we can all sit down together to celebrate your handing over the golden pot."

"How about it?"

Asking a rhetorical question, Rawat immediately answered himself without waiting for the person opposite to respond:

"No need to thank me, you deserve this."

After speaking sarcastically, he stood up and came to the table, put away the documents on the table, took the piece of paper into his hand, folded it bit by bit, and stuffed it solemnly into the inner pocket of his suit.

Then he walked towards the door without looking back.

The steps were fast and light. Amidst the calm footsteps, one or two sneers from him could occasionally be heard.

Just after he went out and the door was about to close slowly, Karls suddenly shouted: "We agree to cooperate!"

However, the person at the door seemed not to hear it and continued to move forward, while the servant at the door slowly closed the door.

The heavy door slowly closed, and several people nearby became anxious immediately and began to wink at Karls:

"Go quickly!"

"Don't mess up this business!"

"You are the youngest among us, and you may enjoy the longest time by then. Go quickly."

"Then why did you shake your heads just now?"

"Aren't you trying to get more discounts?"

"Are you crazy?"

Karls was finally pushed out of the door. He walked quickly in his pajamas, and finally stopped Rawat when he was about to leave the manor.

After stopping the person, he couldn't wait to speak:

"Mr. Rawat, none of us are good people, so we accept your cooperation."

"Please come back to your room so we can have a good chat."

In the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz, Rawat pressed down the window and did not accept Karls' invitation. Instead, he took out a briefcase from the side and handed the briefcase to Karls:

"It contains the signed memorandum of cooperation, agreement, and contract."

"All the conditions are there."

"What you have to do is sign all these things, and then send your people with the money to America to put this thing into the hands of my people in America."

"They will give you the rest of the operating instructions."

After saying these words, without waiting for Karls to respond, Rawat slowly closed the window and nodded to the driver in front of him.

Without any hesitation, the driver stepped on the accelerator, started the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz, and drove towards the outside of the manor.

Karls, who stayed where he was, held the briefcase and watched the car go away with a sullen expression. He waited until the car disappeared before returning to the manor with the briefcase.

After leaving, Rawat waited for the bus to return to the city and his hotel before he took out his mobile phone and contacted people far away in America.

"The Italian Mafia has accepted the terms of cooperation and will go there in about a week, so be prepared."

"Also, we can approve the loan for the real estate developer in New York named Franklin."

"It will help us if we do this better."

Putting down the phone, Rawat poured himself a glass of fermented grape juice. Watching the dark red liquid swirling in the glass, he couldn't help but walk to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel and looked up at the city outside the window.

Milan is the capital of art. The buildings, people, and scenery here exude the atmosphere of art all the time.

Rawat pointed the wine glass of fermented grape juice at the city, slowly raised it, and then moved forward a little further.

It's like two people clinking glasses.

In Milan, the capital of art, remotely control America, plant a bomb for America, and finally detonate it at the right time.

This is really...

So artistic!

I really don’t know why Lin Yu could come up with such an artistic thing!

Simply wonderful!