"Baby, keep going."
"You madman, what are you going to do!"
"That's it, Shet, I can do it, baby, forgive me, I can do it!"
"Get out of here, you old loser who can't get hard!"
"No, that's not the case, damn, damn Bichi, you can't leave!"
This minute was chaotic, with men wailing helplessly and women screaming in terror.
After about half a minute, a blonde beauty who looked very young but had a hot figure walked out of the office wearing only a pair of fishnet stockings.
Before leaving, she didn't forget to give Bell a wink.
She was more interested in Bell than the old guy in the room.
Bell ignored it and walked in from outside the house.
This office is huge, and the five-meter-four-meter-tall polar bear doesn't feel oppressed at all in the room.
As the window was pushed open, the heat wave outside the window blew into the room, and also blew away the air in the room that was mixed with the smell of food, pastries, alcohol, women's perfume, etc.
In addition to Bell, the polar bear, sitting in front of the desk and sitting in the boss's chair is a white man who is close to sixty years old.
His hair is thin, and his face has wrinkles and age spots.
He stared blankly ahead, and then he didn't know what happened. Suddenly he seemed to go crazy. He picked up a valuable golf club and started smashing everything around him crazily.
Bottles of expensive red wine, exquisite dinner plates, and gorgeous interior decoration.
In less than two minutes, the room, which cost 12,000 US dollars to decorate, was smashed to pieces.
Old Lacey gasped, but strangely, the golf club in his hand was thrown aside.
He still looked ferocious a second ago.
The next second, it suddenly became calm, and the hoarse voice was like two pieces of corroded iron:
"Tell me what you want from me."
Pure white fur, thick paws holding a cigar.
On the sofa, the huge body of the polar bear was full of pressure. Its dark brown eyes looked at the old Lacey in front of him indifferently:
"During the loading and unloading process, a zebra died in the warehouse."
The skinny, wrinkled old Lacey frowned, and a hint of impatience flashed in his red eyes:
"I know, I will find a way to deal with it."
The polar bear shook his finger, and looked at the other party indifferently with his dark brown eyes. His cold tone did not allow the other party to question:
"I won't let you handle it. Next, you have to do what I ask."
A "touch" sound.
Old Lacey slammed the table. He was as skinny as a kid from hell.
He raised his head, his eyes were red, and he glared fiercely at the huge creature in front of him.
Old Lacey's chest burned with rage.
As the boss of this company, it's been a long time since he had given such an order to someone else, especially the damn polar bear!
"you!"
But as their eyes met?
Those dark brown animal eyes were like the cruelest cold wind in Siberia.
The flames in his chest were swallowed up little by little, and Old Lacey wanted to resist, just like he was biting the small cake wantonly, or holding a golf club and smashing everything around him that was not pleasing to the eye.
He stubbornly raised his head and looked into these eyes. He believed that he could overwhelm the opponent this time!
But just like his penis that couldn't get erect, that moment when the cold wind in Siberia blew by?
The fire in my heart shattered at the touch of it.
Old Lacey clenched his fists, looked ferocious, and his teeth were almost broken, but he still lowered his head and said decadently:
"what do I need to do?"
The outside of the cigar is dry and hard, but the tobacco becomes soft when heated by the flame.
The cigar was held in his pitch-black lips.
After a brief look at each other, the polar bear took out his notepad. At this moment, he had completely ignored Old Lacey:
"You have to compensate him US$1,540, of which US$1,400 is to be compensated for this poor zebra, and the other US$140 is my commission."
After the words fell, as if he was nervous, Old Lacey roared:
"Why, the death of this zebra has nothing to do with me, and I have no obligation to compensate him a cent.
In fact, he broke into my company illegally and caused a negative impact on my company. I should ask for compensation from him! "
Mission: Beat up old Lacey
Mission description: Old Lacey is swollen. He may have forgotten how downcast he once was. This guy doesn't really think that I don't know that Brown was arranged by him, right?
Mission clues: None
Mission reward: I don’t know, but I don’t seem to like this old thing very much. Should I replace it?
The pencil rubs against the paper, making a "swishing" sound.
The polar bear was thinking, leaving a question mark at the end of the page.
Looking up at old Lacey not far away, his brows furrowed slightly, and his voice left no room for doubt:
"I said, you have to do what I ask now."
Old Lacey looked ferocious, and there was clearly a golf club no more than thirty centimeters away from his right hand.
And inside the desk is a brand new Colt 1911.
But he could only slap the table angrily and threaten the other party:
"My answer is - no, you can't threaten me!"
The polar bear shook his head. He closed the notepad, picked up the cigar in his mouth, and flicked the ashes on the expensive carpet:
"You will say yes."
Old Lacey sneered and said sarcastically:
"Why? I said you can't threaten me."
The polar bear stood up, adjusted his coat, and looked down at the pretentious old Lacey with dark brown eyes, looking as indifferent as ever:
"Tomorrow I'll bring no less than two hundred gallons of wine, and someone will call the FBI."
The moment he heard wine, Old Lacey's pupils shrank and his fists under the table clenched subconsciously, but he still pretended to be calm and shouted:
"I do not care."
The polar bear shrugged and gave the other party a wishful expression:
"Well, have a nice dinner."
Seeing the polar bear leaving without hesitation, a flash of panic flashed in Old Lacey's eyes, and he let out a hysterical wail as he lived in Bengbu:
"Wait, damn, wait, I agreed, one thousand five hundred and forty dollars, not a penny less!"
The footsteps of leaving stopped at this moment, Bell tilted his head and looked to the side and behind.
Old Lacey, who looked tough just now, was sitting dejectedly on the huge boss chair.
His face was gray, and there was pain in his dim eyes.
The whole person felt like a deflated balloon, wilted, and sat dejectedly at his desk.
"This is a wise choice. Fourteen hundred dollars bought a life. You won't lose money on this transaction."
The door to the room was pushed open, and under the action of the spring, the door, which weighed hundreds of pounds, slowly closed, and finally made a huge roar.
At the same time, it was also accompanied by old Lacey’s painful curse:
"Shet!"
Outside the door, the polar bear did not leave immediately, as if he had already known about it.
Holding the cigar in his furry paws, his dark brown animal eyes lowered his head and looked at the human in front of him:
"Did you hear everything? Tom."
This Tom is not that Tom, the adopted son of Corleone's godfather and Bell's eldest nephew.
Instead, he was a project manager for a stevedoring company in the Port of New York.
His previous job was to keep accounts at the dock. Because of his serious work and good interpersonal skills, Laixi was transferred to the company headquarters to be responsible for external business.
Tom felt a little heavy at this moment, because he seemed to have discovered a big secret.
First of all, the head office is abnormal, such as the eight-meter ceiling, the revolving door that exceeds six meters, and the specially customized oversized facilities within the company.
Tom had never thought about these issues before. He simply thought that the boss was stingy and unwilling to replace the original facilities.
But overheard the conversation between the boss and Bell.
Tom suddenly felt that something was not right?
Is the boss really the boss? Is the polar bear really just a stevedore?
Tom used to think he knew Bear, the polar bear, very well.
The other person is a huge polar bear, no different from other animals, except that it is more mature.
but now?
In Tom's mind, the image of polar bears gradually becomes mysterious and even dangerous!
So after Bell revealed his little secret of eavesdropping?
Although I don’t know what to do next.
But instinctively, a harmless smile appeared on Tom's face:
"Forehead……"
The polar bear nodded and said thoughtfully:
"I have a nephew also named Tom."
Tom looked up at the polar bear in confusion. He didn't understand why the other party suddenly said his name:
"?"
The next second, Tom understood.
The polar bear flicked the ashes of his cigarette, and a puff of thick smoke spurted out from his mouth and nose. Covered by the smoke, Tom could see the other person's expression clearly, and could only hear a voice coming from above:
"Change your name, I don't like people using the name Tom.
As compensation, there is a house rental contract under old Lacey's desk. You can find it and take a look at it when you have time. I think you are actually more suitable for this contract. "
After saying this, with Tom's blank look on his face, the polar bear turned and left.
