Before today, it seemed that no lunatic would dare to tell a country's envoy in a diplomatic situation that he did not like others being late.
However, a few special envoys from the Yangmu Kingdom really nodded their heads subconsciously after being crushed by technology.
When they, like country bumpkins, had never seen the world, and were led by waiters who seemed more aristocratic than themselves, to their rooms, they were completely impressed by the impact of modernity.
"This thing is called a light! As long as you turn on this switch, the whole room will light up! Yes, you can give it a try." It seems that the waiter has not taught a guest staying in the hotel to use a light for a long time, because many of them The people in Nas are already familiar with the road.
In this place that does not seem to belong to the entire world, everyone has become accustomed to light. No one will remember how they spent the night suffocating under the gaslight.
The light here comes too easily, as if the God of Light lives here. When the third elf went to experiment with the switch, they finally realized from the waiter's contemptuous eyes that they were doing something very stupid.
"Uh...yes, I'm sorry...I'm really sorry." Somewhat timidly, Fitral apologized to the waiter.
For the first time, it was really the first time that he maintained such a humble attitude towards a servant. Of course it's not because he is well-educated, but because he showed his timidity first...
In his eyes, this well-informed waiter was much more powerful than his high-talking friends.
For example, now, after he politely said not to worry about it, he introduced them to the specific use of the ceiling fan above his head.
This thing is definitely a rare item, it doesn't exist anywhere else. When it started to rotate, several elves who came from afar were dumbfounded.
They had never seen such an advanced thing, and they even doubted whether this thing would spin around and fall down, turning into a terrifying murder weapon.
"If you need anything, you can press this switch to call us. If there is nothing, I will leave." The waiter bowed slightly and was respectful. His performance was extremely satisfying.
After the door was closed, all the elves relaxed. They really didn't know that a hotel could be so luxurious.
The sofas here looked much higher quality than those elsewhere. In the corridor, the aristocratic travelers they saw were the most respectable people they had ever seen.
The king's treatment was nothing more than this, they thought excitedly, and then naturally discussed the countermeasures for tomorrow inside.
"As much as possible, try to reduce the repayment of gold coins to... within 200,000?" the deputy envoy suggested somewhat unconfidently.
"200,000 gold coins? Are you kidding? If we can compress it to less than 300,000 gold coins, we are taking advantage." Fitral looked depressed.
If the other party is really on this level as a whole, then their previous judgments seem to be wrong.
The other party is not someone who cares about these 100,000 gold coins. The other party is probably preparing to use these 100,000 gold coins as an excuse to expand the war to gain more benefits.
Obviously, if the other party really has such strength, then the other party's appetite will definitely not be small. With a body like a blue whale, how could he possibly eat a roast chicken in one meal?
"Do you think... the other party will open his mouth like a lion?" The deputy's face turned ugly and he looked at the other party and asked.
"What do you think? If you were them, would you just ask us to return 100,000 gold coins?" Fitral asked with the same ugly face.
"No matter what, we can't give in in other aspects!" The deputy envoy immediately objected as he was worried that Datang Group would make any excessive demands.
"Of course, we must persist, but... the question now is, how much can we give in?" Fitral looked at his deputy and said.
"This... two hundred and fifty thousand gold coins, I think... is the biggest concession we can make." The deputy thought for a while, and finally gave a figure that he thought was reasonable.
After all, the larger the number, the more it represents the Augustine family's foolishness in the choice of defaulting on payment.
I still have to give the Marquis some face. Thinking of this, Fitral, who originally wanted to negotiate for 500,000 yuan, finally compromised and said, "Let's negotiate for 300,000 yuan! Let's see if the other party can accept such compensation."
In fact, he still felt very guilty because he was deeply aware of what the one hundred thousand gold coins a year ago represented to Datang Group.
If they had 100,000 gold coins a year ago, the Bunas in front of them might be built better. For a rapidly rising force like Datang Group, time is truly precious.
Separated by a wall, Harry moved his profile away from the tubular receiver, with disdain written all over his face: "Continue to monitor."
When he finished speaking, a man took his place, listening and preparing to record what he heard.
"The Sword Comes"
Even in Bunas, there are not many rooms with electric fans and lights. This private room is specially reserved for the "target" to live in.
This place has been specially designed to have pipelines in the walls and floors for the purpose of transmitting sound and making it easier for the surveillance personnel in the next room to obtain intelligence.
The entire room is specially designed, taking advantage of acoustic principles, which is quite ingenious and practical. The people living in the room had no idea that there was a group of people next door watching their every move.
"They have no imagination at all. They think they can get rid of us with 300,000 gold coins...are you kidding me...to send away the beggars?" Harry said to the tall man next to him as he walked out.
This man is the bartender in the Silver Fox Tavern. He is still called the bartender, but he is no longer behind the bar making drinks. He is now in charge of a behemoth called the Silver Fox Company.
"Now that we know their bottom line, let's play with them tomorrow." A cruel smile appeared on Harry's face, like a tiger facing a lamb to be slaughtered.
"If they go out at night, I will have someone follow them and let them see the power of the silver fox." The bartender followed Harry and said with a smile.
His voice was deep, matching his stature. Wearing a crisp suit on his body gave him an unprecedented sense of oppression.
"That's okay. In short, let them go crazy." Harry nodded: "Don't give it away! I am a junior."
"It's appropriate to give him off. This is my land after all." The bartender still sent Harry to the door and watched him get into the car before turning around and leaving.
When he returned to the hotel lobby, he looked at the entourage beside him: "If they are willing, let them go to the casino and check it out... They can borrow as much as they want, it doesn't matter."
"I understand." The subordinate lowered his head slightly, with a smile on his face.
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"I... just saw that there was a brightly lit place over there..." Seeing the nightfall, an elf was finally tortured by boredom and depression and couldn't sit still. He stood up and looked at his Companions: "Would you like? Go for a walk?"
The night here is so beautiful. You can see neon lights everywhere. The colorful lights make the whole night no longer boring. There is an atmosphere of temptation everywhere.
Frankly speaking, no one here has ever seen such a bright night, nor have they spent such an alluring night.
"How about... going out... for a walk?" The deputy envoy was also a little moved. He was also very curious about how beautiful the night here could be.
"You go ahead. I still need to sort out my thoughts. After all, there are important negotiations tomorrow." Sir Fitral, the leader, waved his hand to indicate that he would not go.
He also needs to recuperate his energy for tomorrow's negotiations. After all, as a special envoy, he still has to set an example and settle serious matters first.
Hearing what he said, the deputy envoy could only suppress the commotion in his heart and sat back in his seat honestly: "Forget it, you go! See what's going on. When the negotiation is over, I and I will Sir Fitral, let’s go and have a look together.”
"Yes! We know it!" Several guards and attendants immediately became excited, and then walked out of the room, leaving only two unlucky ones in the room to protect the safety of the two envoys.
Soon, these members of the Elf Mission who were wandering aimlessly on the streets made new friends, and then they went to the casino together.
And then... they discovered that the projects here were completely different from other places, and it was so fun.
Here they took out their gold coins, exchanged them for chips, and then made crazy bets. With good luck, they won 7 times in a row, and the gold coins in their pockets more than doubled!
The excited elves continued to pursue the victory, and in less than an hour, they lost all their gold watches, necklaces and rings.
Then they borrowed 200 gold coins by accident, and then the money evaporated on the casino table.
When these people came to their senses, each of them owed an average debt of about 70 gold coins... This was not a small amount of money.
The casino was also very polite and allowed them to go back after confirming their identity as members of the mission. However, these elves were very anxious when they left, because they knew that their debts would soon be known to the two envoys...
After all, casinos also want to make money. The security guards in these casinos are really familiar with things like door-to-door debt collection...
222Beautiful room
