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  Chapter 57 The King Broker and the Career (Part 1)

  While preparing for Fisher’s side, on the other side, James McAllen was also listening to his report.

   "He really bought that hotel?" James McAllen asked with interest, playing with the accessories in his hands.

   "Yes, because his dog likes that pool, and he is a **** rich man!" A big man with a beard sitting on the sofa diagonally across from McAllen swayed his wine glass and couldn't help but exclaimed.

  "What is the **** rich man? Firefly?" McAllen was a little unhappy, he was also rich, and according to him, he was also a **** rich man!

   "I'm envious, boss!" The man called the firefly waved his hand wildly, and then picked up a bottle of royal salute from the table.

   With a bang, a bottle of whiskey worth more than a thousand dollars was opened, and then the bottle was picked up by the firefly and directly blown into his mouth.

  Looking at the other side's cow chewing peony, Macallan is very distressed about his wine. Of course, he is not distressed about the money, but the fate of this bottle of wine is no different from that of 15 yuan a bottle of whiskey.

   "Drink less, there will be work to be done later!" McAllen couldn't help reminding him as the Royal Salute was about to meet.

   "You don't understand! For us Brits, this bit of whiskey is just an appetizer!" Firefly hiccuped with satisfaction, and then sat up.

   "Then our goal at night is the three weapon-grade uranium rods at the auction!"

"Yes, God knows how those guys got out of the heavily guarded military base, but now he should be mine!" McAllen first despised the original owner of the uranium rod, and then he turned to the warrior who made the uranium rod. Expressed his admiration, if it were not for such a warrior, there would be no chance for him to make trouble.

   "Sir, we are all assembled!" At this time, a man in a suit pushed open the door and walked in, and respectfully reported to McAllen that there were a few scars behind the man's ears.

"Let's go, I'm looking forward to the auction at night!" McAllen smiled and took his suit and walked out. A long line of Mercedes-Benz cars had been parked outside of his mansion, full of black men, appearing to be ostentatious. It's very lavish, it doesn't look like attending an auction seriously, but it feels like it's aggressively messing up.

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  Outskirts of Paris

  Loriske Manor

As a building left over from the Sun King period, Lorisc Manor, like other castle manor houses in Paris, has welcomed countless owners. During World War I, it was the official residence of Marshal Fuxi of France. Hermann Meyer lived there. After the war, the Lorisc Manor was taken back by the French government because it could not find an heir. It was later sold due to financial problems. The new owner was unidentified and the only information left was Know that the buyer is a woman.

  And now, the owner of this manor chooses to hold a grand auction in the manor.

   When Fisher drove his Lamborghini into the manor, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

   "Sir, your invitation!" Just after the car was parked, before Fisher could take a closer look at the overview of the manor, two black suits with headphones came over.

   "It looks like the evening event is quite formal!" Fisher took out the invitation card and handed it to one of them.

  "Sorry, have a nice evening!" After confirming the authenticity of the invitation, the black suit nodded respectfully, and then a waiter came and led Fisher to the venue.

  "Is it the first time for Mr. to come to France?" The waiter who led Fisher looked very talkative.

   "I have been here a few times before, but this is the first time I have visited this manor. It looks very good here. Your boss must be very rich!"

   "Thank you for the praise, but our boss is just an ordinary businessman!"

  The two of them crossed the path made of green plants, through the garden corridor exuding the charming fragrance, and went straight all the way, after crossing the long bridge, they entered the main building of the manor.

  "Boss, I brought things!" Not long after Fisher came in, John and the two bodyguards also rushed over with two black boxes.

   "The prophets are already in place!"

   "Okay, I get it!" Fisher nodded, indicating that he knew it.

Because the auction has not officially started, the guests who came to the auction gathered in the two-story banquet hall of the main building, but almost everyone did not pay attention to the sumptuous meal on the long table in the center of the banquet hall. Instead, they gathered in groups to discuss the content of the auction at night and the identity of the owner.

  Fisher swept around and found that most of the people who came to the auction were arms dealers from Western Europe and Russia. Among them, there were even a few acquaintances. At the beginning, Fisher did not take away the rich inventory of the former Soviet Union from them.

  The arms dealers also saw Fisher, and the two sides got together and talked about gossip.

   "Speaking of which, I didn't expect to see Mr. Fisher here. I don't know what good things are attracting you at the auction tonight!" a Russian businessman with a heavy Russian accent curiously asked.

   "I'll join in the fun, see if there are any good collections, buy some, go back to the store, and sell it when the price increases!"

   "Oh ha ha ha ha..." A group of businessmen could only ha ha ha ha when they heard such a standard answer. Isn't this nonsense? Who is here for this purpose? Isn't it possible to come here to find a woman?

   "Speaking of which, I heard that there will be nuclear warheads to be auctioned at the auction tonight, is it true?" An Erdao dealer from the Netherlands whispered.

   "I also heard that there is a vibrating auction tonight!" Another businessman, not to be outdone, also bought his own channel.

  Nuclear weapons? Zhenjin? All the people present unanimously turned their attention to Fisher. Among these customers, the only one who had the courage to use these gadgets was also Fisher. Is this the purpose of the other party?

  "Don't look at me, I'm not interested in nuclear weapons!" It was the first time that Fisher even dared to sell warheads when he heard of this auction. It stands to reason that there shouldn't be any secret agent organization lurking in this place to stop the auction?

  "Prophet, confirm the surrounding environment!" John who stood behind Fisher did not need Fisher to ask, and asked quietly in his headset.

"Nothing unusual around, wait, there is a convoy!" The prophet squatted far away on a huge tree branch not far from the manor, and his sniper rifle quickly aimed at the parking lot outside the manor. field.

   "Sir, McAllen is here! He brings a lot of people!" The prophet wearing the cloak of optical invisibility couldn't help but mocked.

  "This is the site of others, and how many people it takes is their freedom!" Fisher held the juice and looked at the door.

In the next second, the wooden door of the banquet hall was pushed open heavily, and then James McAllen, wearing a white suit, walked in with his head high, behind him was a dozen bodyguards, these bodyguards every two. Mi stood still, facing the guard arranged by the owner of the manor.

   "This guy is so arrogant!"

   "Can you not be arrogant? People are aristocrats from their ancestors and the best arms dealer in Western Europe. Guests at the NATO joint meeting have arrogant capital!"

  Everyone’s discussion has actually been heard by McAllen, but this is exactly what he expected. Unlike Fisher, who usually likes to be a little low-key, McAllen feels that the more famous he is, the more proud he is.

"Oh, look, who is this, my friend, Mr. Fisher Adams!" As soon as he entered the banquet hall, McAllen glanced around. After seeing Fisher standing in the corner, he put out a He opened his arms and walked up with an extremely enthusiastic expression.

   And Fisher couldn't hide, so he walked forward with two glasses of juice, and before McAllen hugged himself, he gave the other person the juice.

   "Uh!" McAllen's smile solidified on his face. He looked at the juice in his hand and then at Fisher, not knowing how to continue.

   "Sorry, I drive, I can't drink, long live France!" Fisher raised the glass, touched the opponent, and then drank the juice in it.

   "Okay! Long live France!" McAllen, who put away his exaggerated smile, had to drink the juice as well, and then shook hands with Fisher.

   "Actually, you should think carefully about our cooperation proposal!"

"Of course, I think deeply every day. The McAllen Group has always been an important strategic partner of Titan. I have also been advocating deeper cooperation with the McAllen Group within the company. Unfortunately, the Titan is not my own. Forget it, many shareholders are annoyed by Mr. McAllen's aggressive posture in the American market, so I can only convince them slowly!" Fisher never let go of the other party's hand, but took McAllen to the banquet. In the corner of the hall, bitterness was poured on the other side.

  Looking at the other person with embarrassment, McAllen might have believed it if he didn’t know that the giant was Fisher’s word, but he couldn’t tell the truth, he could only let Fisher haha.

"In fact, the cooperation between the McAllen Group and the Titan is profitable and harmless. We can start some small-scale cooperation in certain aspects, such as energy. The McAllen Group owns nearly half of the energy supply channels in Western Europe, and the Titan The crude oil extracted in Iraq’s oil fields can be sold to the McAllen Group nearby! It’s great that we monopolize the energy supply of Western Europe together!"

   "However, the price offered by the East is higher, and as far as I know, the McAllen Group bid for the North Sea oil development last month was jointly launched by the British and German governments!"

  "Then we can carry out deeper cooperation in the military, right? Titan's security business can be merged into the McAllen Group. We have billions of orders in Europe every year!"

   "But the Iraqi government has already handed over the power of homeland defense to the giant, we can't let the 30 million Iraqi people down!"

   "It seems that cooperation can't be discussed anymore?"

"No, no, no, I believe that Titan and the McAllen Group can seek common ground while reserving differences. It's just that cooperation is very important. Both of us must study carefully. Once the results are achieved, we will definitely give you a satisfaction. Reply, how?"

   "I hope so!"

In fact, an important reason why McAllen is so anxious to get Fisher is that the market is becoming increasingly saturated. At present, the largest customers of the McAllen Group are Germany, France, Italy, Poland, and then the countries in southern Morocco. The defense budget is very limited, and the giants occupy the American market, the Asian markets, and even the small countries in the United Kingdom and Northern Europe that are not bad money have also fallen into the arms of the giants. If they can no longer open up new markets, McAllen The development of the group will tend to stagnate, and there may even be a series of unpredictable effects, but the way Fisher left and right haha ​​made him uncomfortable, so he could only give up and talk about other topics.

  Fisher's attention at the moment was on a man behind him. The man had a messy head, a large respirator on his face, and whirring sounds from time to time.

  Fisher carefully looked for the other party’s information from the slightly vague memory, vaguely remembering that this man was probably the technical officer of the McAllen Group and the commander of the Cobra organization. What is he doing?

  Maybe he noticed Fisher's gaze, and the man wearing the respirator nodded politely at Fisher.

"This is Mr. Rex, the chief scientist of the McAllen Group. He suffered a trauma to his respiratory system because of an experimental accident, so he had to use a respirator!" Seeing Fisher staring at his men, McAllen Karen introduced casually.

"Oh, in fact, you can come to the giant, we will install a mechanical respirator for the wounded with respiratory damage, so you don't have to be so uncomfortable!" Fisher remembered that Rex was not right with McAllen. In the end, he kicked him out of the cobra, and directly digs up the corner of the wall.

   "Thank you Mr. Fisher for your kindness, but I will talk about the respirator later. I still have to help Mr. McAllen now!"

   "Oh, that's a pity!" Fisher could only shook his head regretfully.

"Sorry for the long waiting, now the auction is about to start, please come in!" Fisher wanted to say something, but a thin and tall man with a mustache suddenly walked in from the door inside the banquet hall , Interrupted him.

   "In this case, let's participate in the auction first, and let's talk slowly after the end!"

  (End of this chapter)