"How can this be 30%?" Gene shut up and pondered for a while. He had a vague idea, but he couldn't explain clearly.
"Stop worrying, go to the next one while you still have time. Who among the five fingers is Antoine's nemesis." Kelson quickly opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.
"Quincy is also the strongest competitor for the position of Tattoo Palm, second only to Antoine." Gene started the car and suddenly said with enlightenment: "I understand, you want to provoke their relationship and make them mutual. Bid!”
Kelsen was noncommittal: "If the negotiation with him goes smoothly, maybe there is a 50% chance that the matter will come true."
Soon the car drove to Quincy's mansion at night, which looked no worse than Antoine's. It was also as magnificent as a nouveau riche. It seems that the former Wenzhang did hold a lot of wealth. Now that Lao Deng has made a lot of gold coins, his subordinates have also got a share of the pie.
After a brief announcement, a while later, a strong man with a bald head in a white suit came out. It was actually Quincy himself who came outside the manor and enthusiastically welcomed Kelson and the two inside.
"Mr. Kelson, right?" Quincy led Kelson into his magnificent hall. A maid had already placed expensive snacks on the table, and the butler had already trotted to the wine cellar: "You are really It was a surprise to me, especially that I was willing to come to the humble house after going to Antoine’s place.”
Gene trembled in shock and secretly thought something was wrong. Kelson, on the other hand, was not surprised. It would be strange if Quincy didn't have an informant in Antoine.
Kelsen was also very calm, and even joked with Quincy with a smile: "After all, Mr. Antoine has a wider supply of goods, but it's a pity that he has raised the price a bit too much recently, so we haven't reached an agreement in the end."
"Haha, Antoine's goods are indeed wider, and many small retail investors are looking at his face." Quincy's eyes flashed, and he spoke with a gun and a stick: "Mr. Kelson can negotiate with me. Well, even though we are a small family, we can still squeeze out the honor of the bishop."
Kelsen's eyes narrowed slightly. After all, this Quincy was suppressed by Antoine, and he still spoke in a hurry. It seems that he is really in urgent need of external support so that he can play against Antoine.
Unfortunately, there is no bishop behind Kelsen.
At this time, the butler had already brought the sobered wine up and poured a glass for each of the three of them. Kelsen pretended to shake the cup and took a sip of the wine, which was a bit sour.
He put down the wine glass and crossed his hands on his knees: "To be honest, although there is a demand gap, it is not urgent. The main thing is to be stable and safe, and there can be no accidents. Do you understand."
"Understood, then this matter is settled. No matter what price Antoine offers, I will lower it by 40%." Quincy seemed to have made up his mind, and said these words with a stiff cheek.
Gene next to him almost agreed, but he didn't dare to step in and could only wait patiently for Kelson to finalize the deal.
"There's no rush, it will take three days to raise the funds, and we will discuss it in detail then." Kelson stood up and said goodbye to Quincy. Gene hesitated to speak, but finally left under Kelsen's warning gaze.
Quincy's expression was obviously gloomy, but he still forced a smile and sent Kelson out of the manor.
After the two of them got into the car, Gene said urgently: "Why don't you agree? If it's 40% lower, it's even lower than the original purchase price."
Kelson explained patiently: "Look further, Enzi. This old fox Quincy is giving it so cheaply. What he needs is a bishop's power to fight against Antoine. How can we turn him into a bishop to help him? These guys Even if you eat it now, if Antoine takes power in the future, even if you don’t spit it out, how can we talk about it when we go to Antoine’s place again?”
"You want to wait for them to fight first, and whoever wins will buy from you?" Gene asked doubtfully.
Kelsen chuckled twice: "I'll explain it to you later. Let's go see the remaining two fingers now."
Soon, Kelson also visited the remaining two fingers and told them that he was like Bruce, but that Antoine was not brave and wanted others to submit to him, which was to hinder everyone's fortune. . Although there are slight differences in the attitudes of the two fingers, the general meaning is that they have long disliked Antoine, and sooner or later he will have to open up channels.
After the chat, Kelson asked Gene to take him back to his dormitory.
Kelsen leaned against the door and said goodbye to Gene, but Gene was still distracted, thinking about the meaning of what Kelsen did today. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and asked:
"Your Excellency Kelsen, how many levels of success are there now?"
Kelson stretched out three fingers and shook them.
"Why is it still 30%?" Gene was anxious.
"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry yet." Kelson closed the door and left his last words: "Let the news fly for a while."
Antoine was lying naked on the soft bed, tossing and turning, next to his mistress with half-exposed breasts. Although she was still so considerate, Antoine noticed that she was not very satisfied with her performance tonight. After all, he was still thinking about Kelsen in his mind, and he was somewhat powerless under the worry.
He kissed his mistress, put on his nightgown and got up and walked downstairs to smoke a cigarette in the garden, but he saw his cronies reporting to his butler in the hall. He quickly put away the cigar in his hand, strode over and asked:
"What do you mean, which companies did that agent go to?"
"It's all gone."
"All gone?"
"Yes, I met with Bruce first and had a bit of a quarrel. Later I met with Quincy and we talked for three days before handing over. The attitude of the other two families is... they are not very polite to you, eldest brother." The confidant said after careful consideration. He secretly raised his eyes to examine Antoine's expression.
Antoine also came to his senses at this time, took out the cigar again and lit it: "I'm afraid this client is not that simple. He actually knows that he has collaborated with several other companies to put pressure on me."
"Brother, what should we do?" The confidant was waiting for instructions.
"Is it just a quarrel...Okay, let Bruce come to my place first tomorrow." Antoine blew out a smoke ring and put out the cigar that he had only taken a puff of: "Let's do this for now, others first. No matter, I want to see what tricks they can play."
"Yes." The confidant nodded quickly and quickly left the mansion.
Antoine felt relieved when the other side made a move, but he still didn't pay attention to this trick. After letting go of his worries, he was ready to take action. He turned his attention to the housekeeper and asked in a deep voice: "Do you still have the medicine from last time?"
"It's used up, sir." The butler lowered his head and reported, "But we have purchased new ones. They were collected from Bart on the black market. They are of better quality, but of course the price is a bit more expensive."
The housekeeper waved his hand, and soon a servant brought over the reagent tube stored in the ether freezer. Antoine took the pink and clear tube of medicine, which seemed to be of top quality. He pulled out the cork and drank it in one gulp. The medicine still smelled like gooseberry and mint, and the taste was slightly sweet.
Immediately he felt strong self-confidence and strength filling his chest, and it quickly filled with blood.
Antoine strode upstairs while giving instructions: "The quality of this medicine is good. Remember to go to that fat guy Bart to collect more."
