Qi Tongwei: Sign-in relationship started during student days

Chapter 954 The Business Acumen of China

Just as Qi Tongwei and Liang Lu were discussing the wonderful uses of the Diamond Sutra.

A beer hall in Munich.

In the dim light, in the corner.

Several burly men dressed in leather jackets lurked like giant beasts in the darkness, exuding a dangerous aura that warned strangers to stay away.

People around them kept their distance from the group, because those who frequented bars could easily tell which gang someone belonged to just by looking at their tattoos and decorations.

The Hells Angels are a notorious gang ranked among the top ten in Munich.

But while keeping their distance, they would occasionally steal curious glances at the group.

Their combination today is really intriguing.

On one side were four or five burly men nearly two meters tall, and on the other side was a thin Asian man. The stark visual contrast made it seem comical.

However, the Asian man, despite his small stature, appeared quite composed. He showed no fear of the imposing aura emanating from the burly men, and instead calmly drank his beer.

Raymond Thorne, a minor leader of the Hells Angels, was thoroughly fed up with this so-called Eastern self-cultivation technique, finding it utterly sloppy and ineffective.

After downing his beer in one gulp, Redmond slammed his glass on the table and said gruffly, "Mr. Huang, what do you want with us? Our time is precious; we don't have time to drink with you here."

The Asian man, referred to as Mr. Huang, was slightly taken aback, only then realizing that he was facing a group of simple-minded, violent thugs, and this move was truly like casting pearls before swine.

"Alright, let's get straight to the point. I'm here today to introduce some business opportunities to you."

As he spoke, the Asian man took a document from his briefcase, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

"Mr. Raymond, a group of Chinese people recently arrived at the Heston Hotel. They were sent by a Chinese government agency to conduct an inspection."

The employer's request is for you to use some means to make that mayor commit a mistake that any man could make, and then have it recorded.

Framing someone is child's play.

Redmond took the documents, his rough fingers flipping through the pages, a look of displeasure on his face. "No photos? How are we supposed to find the target accurately?"

The Asian man explained, "This was a last-minute decision; the employer hadn't had time to send the photo yet. However, he told me the man's features were quite distinctive—he was a very young mayor."

With the strength of you "Hell's Angels," I imagine this wouldn't be a difficult task for you.

A young Chinese mayor moved into Heathton, a place so small it couldn't be smaller.

The bald, burly man slightly raised his head, a cold glint flashing in his blue eyes, and nodded. "Alright, but you know our rules, this is extra work and requires extra pay."

We are not fools who can be easily fooled. This kind of last-minute added task increases both the difficulty and risk, especially since the other party is a high-ranking official from your China.

The Asian man smiled slightly and extended his palm: "Don't worry, the employer is very generous this time. He will pay 50,000 euros once the job is done."

"Fifty thousand euros!" The bald, burly man revealed a contemptuous, disdainful, and somewhat angry expression. He slammed his hand on the table and roared, "You damned Asians! You don't think we're those uncultured thugs, do you?"

"They want us to take such a huge risk for such a small amount of money? It's an insult to us!"

The Asian man's expression remained unchanged as he took out a tissue to wipe the drool from his face: "This is already a very high reward. You know, this task is very simple. It's just about selecting two pretty girls from the brothels you manage and taking a few photos."

The bald, burly man leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "But he's not an ordinary person, he's the mayor!"

"The mayor is a high-ranking official in your country; don't even think about it without 500,000!"

“Five hundred thousand! Hahaha.” The Asian man narrowed his eyes, as if he had heard a huge joke, and shook his head. “Mr. Redmond, since you are not sincere, I will have to find someone else.”

Munich may lack many things, but it certainly doesn't lack people like you.

After saying that, he got up to leave, but at that moment, several burly men standing behind Redmond moved and blocked the Asian man's way.

Redmond retorted angrily, "Mr. Huang, I am not a businessman and there are no contracts. Since you have come to us, you have to pay us whether you do it or not."

The Asian man remained calm, turning around to stare at Redmond with a dark gaze. "Mr. Redmond, are you threatening me? I wonder what Mr. Carl's reaction would be if he knew you were breaking the rules like this."

Upon hearing Carl's name, Redmond grew even angrier, staring intently into the man's eyes. "If he knew you had insulted his most loyal subordinate for fifty thousand, he would cut out your tongue."

The Asian man, not to be outdone, met Redmond's gaze directly and retorted, "Mr. Carl has always valued honesty and integrity. Even if a deal falls through, we can still be on good terms. If he knew you were asking for a sky-high price of 500,000, who knows whose tongue he would cut out."

The two remained locked in this stalemate for about ten seconds.

Redmond burst into laughter. "Alright, alright, Mr. Huang, you win."

I think we need to sit down and talk again. Your 50,000 is far too low; you won't succeed even if you find someone else.

The Asian man returned to the table, holding up one finger. "One hundred thousand! If you don't agree, I think there's no need to talk anymore."

This time, Redmond readily extended his hand and said with a smile, "Deal!"

The Asian man was visibly taken aback, then realized the other man had been faking it, and laughed, "Mr. Redmond, you've successfully learned how to bargain in China."

Redmond shrugged and said in broken Chinese, "There's no way around it. When dealing with you Chinese, especially in business, you can't be shrewd."

The Asian man shook his head with a wry smile, raised his glass, and said, "Then, shall we have a pleasant collaboration?"

"Happy cooperation!"

The two drank a toast and discussed some details in the bar before the Asian man hurriedly left.

Once in the taxi, the Asian man took out his phone and made a call, speaking in Chinese: "Chairman Tang, the deal has been settled. They're asking for one million."

"Yes, they said it's a high-ranking official position, which is risky. There's a possibility of facing the wrath of government departments, or even causing international disputes. In addition, they need to select top-quality beauties, so the expenses won't be small. One million is already the price I negotiated with my best efforts."

"Yes, yes, just use my old account. We're old friends. Five percent commission is fine."

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After hanging up the phone, the Asian man revealed a smug look. In the blink of an eye, he had earned 95 yuan. It couldn't have been easier.

While feeling smug, he couldn't help but look down on those simple-minded idiots from before.

Chinese culture has a long history, and its business acumen is even more profound and complex, far beyond the comprehension of a few foreigners.

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