People live in the courtyard, pledge themselves to the country

London in the 60s was not yet known as the smog capital of later generations. The air at this time was still very fresh, without the pungent smell of car exhaust. At night, you could see stars in the night sky, and the river was crystal clear.

A man in black looked at the lively bar not far away, lowered his head, hid his appearance under the brim of his hat, and walked slowly over.

When he reached the door of the bar, he was not in a hurry to go in, but reached out to stop two big men who wanted to enter the bar, and whispered in fluent English:
"Hey, brother, I have a lot of good things here, do you want to try it?"

The two big men looked at the black-eyed and yellow-skinned young man in front of them, and laughed disdainfully:
"Good stuff? What good stuff have you Orientals seen? Get the hell out of here, Orientals, or I don't mind greeting your ass with my new leather shoes."

Oh, before he finished speaking, the young man unhurriedly took out a small bag of white powder from his pocket and shook it in front of their eyes.

One of the big men widened his eyes, then slapped his hands and laughed: "You are dead, I swear in the name of my alcoholic father, you are dead, and you are selling white powder on our territory, our boss will kill you!" Put it in petrol drums, fill it with cement and throw it into the sea."

Not only did the young man not panic, but he said slowly:
"Oh, really? I think you should let your boss take a good look at these good things. They are good things that he can't even get! It doesn't matter if you kill me, but if you let your boss lose the chance to make a fortune, he will know I don't know how to deal with you."

The big man was taken aback when he heard the words, he knew how cruel his boss was, if what the young man said was true, then his fate would definitely not be much better than him.

Snatching the white powder from the young man's hand, the big man said viciously, "Take care of him!"

Immediately, four or five big men rushed out and stared at the young man. Not only was the young man not afraid, he even whistled frivolously.

Soon the big man came out of the bar and gave the young man a fierce look: "Come with me, Oriental guy!"

After passing through the noisy dance floor, the young man followed the big man to a room on the second floor. In the room, a fat middle-aged white man raised his head and closed his eyes with enjoyment. There was still a little white powder left on the table.

"Boss, this is the kid!" said the big man.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and showed a cruel smile: "My name is Henry, but they all like to call me Black Bear, boy, tell me your origin!"

"Hello, Mr. Black Bear, my name is Taro Yamamoto." The young man smiled slightly.

"People from the pumpkin country? Well, I don't care. Your stuff is very pure. How much do you have?" Black Bear Henry asked.

"How much does Mr. Black Bear want?" Yamamoto Taro asked with a smile.

"Oriental guy, don't play word games with me, no matter how much you have, I will take it!" Henry said fiercely: "I am in charge of a third of the block in London City. relationship, so your goods can only be sold to me!"

"No problem, what price does Mr. Black Bear plan to give me?" Taro Yamamoto smiled.

"Fifty thousand pounds per kilogram!" Henry said with a roll of his eyes.

"No problem!" Yamamoto Taro said with a smile: "But I don't want pounds, can you settle with me in equivalent gold?"

Henry was a little dazed. His price was at least twice as low as the market price, and the heroin brought by Taro Yamamoto was much purer than the market price. If he really sold it, it would cost 12 pounds per kilogram. There must be many people rushing to ask for it.

In this way, Henry didn't dare to agree easily. Could there be some conspiracy in it?It couldn't be his rival who set him up.

"Who the hell are you? Who sent you here?" Henry asked, staring at Taro Yamamoto.

Taro Yamamoto smiled slightly, and took out dozens of packs of heroin from his pocket, the quantity was at least a few hundred grams.

"I'm just a small businessman. I came to London this time just to explore the road and find a capable partner who can cooperate with me for a long time. Don't worry, Mr. Black Bear. I really don't have any malicious intentions."

"These are my gifts to Mr. Heixiong. If Mr. Heixiong is interested, then we can continue to cooperate. If Mr. Heixiong has concerns, then I can understand that there is no righteousness in business. Treat these as me and Mr. Heixiong. Give it to a friend."

Yamamoto Taro finished these words unhurriedly, then looked at Henry with a playful face and waited for him to make a decision.

Henry looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was a little shocked in his heart. The white powder in front of him was at least worth tens of thousands of pounds. Although he didn't pay attention to these tens of thousands of pounds, he threw tens of thousands of pounds at the first meeting But he can't help but care.

"Are you really not sent by someone else?" Henry stared into Taro Yamamoto's eyes, as if trying to see something from his eyes.

"I just entered the country two days ago, and this is my first time in Britain!" Taro Yamamoto threw out a diplomatic document casually, as if he didn't care about Henry's inspection at all.

Henry picked up the document and checked it: "Are you from Sonia?"

"My nationality has little to do with our transaction, Mr. Kukuma!" Taro Yamamoto laughed.

"Indeed!" Henry laughed suddenly. In fact, he couldn't recognize the authenticity of the document at all, but since Taro Yamamoto came in, he didn't seem to be able to find any flaws.

"So, Mr. Yamamoto, how much do you have in hand?"

Taro Yamamoto stretched out two fingers lazily.

"Twenty kilograms? It's not a lot." Seeing Taro Yamamoto shaking his head, Henry asked in surprise, "Could it be two hundred kilograms? My God."

Seeing Taro Yamamoto still shaking his head, Henry's voice trembled: "Two tons?"

"Twenty tons!" Yamamoto Taro spit out a number that made Henry sit down on a chair in fright.

"Twenty tons?" Henry almost rolled his eyes and passed out. His entire business would only earn several million pounds a year. If the twenty tons were priced at [-] pounds per kilogram, it would be worth a billion pounds!

"You, you want to monopolize the entire London, no, the entire white powder market in Britain?" Henry stammered.

"Mr. Black Bear, just [-] tons of heroin scares you? If our cooperation is successful, I can provide you with no less than this amount of heroin every year!" Taro Yamamoto laughed.

"Every year? Twenty tons?" Henry rolled his eyes and passed out completely!