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Chapter 57 The King's Broker and the Ambitioner

While Fischer was gearing up for preparations, on the other side, James McCarron was also listening to his subordinates' reports.

"Did he really buy that hotel?" James McAllen asked with interest, playing with the accessories in his hand.

"Yes, it's because his dog likes the pool, and he's a damn rich man!" A bearded man sitting on the sofa diagonally across from McAllen swung his wine glass and couldn't help admiring.

"What's a damn rich man? Firefly?" McAllen was a little displeased. He was also rich, so according to what he said, he was also a damn rich man!

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

With a bang, a bottle of whiskey worth more than 1000 dollars was opened, and then the firefly picked up the bottle and blew a big gulp directly into his mouth.

Seeing the other party chewing peonies, Macallan felt sorry for his wine, not the money, but that the fate of this bottle of wine was no different from that of 15 yuan a bottle of whiskey.

"Drink less, there is still work to do later!" Seeing that the royal salute was about to bottom out, McAllen couldn't help reminding.

"You don't understand! For us British, this whiskey is just an appetizer!" Firefly hiccupped in satisfaction, then sat up.

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

"Yes, God knows how those guys got out of the heavily fortified military base, but now he should be mine!" McAllen first despised the original owner of the uranium rod, and then turned to the warrior who made the uranium rod He expressed his admiration, if he wasn't such a warrior, he wouldn't have had the chance to make trouble.

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

"Let's go, I'm really looking forward to the auction tonight!" McAllen put on his suit and walked out with a smile. There was already a long line of Mercedes-Benz cars parked outside his mansion, full of big men in black, looking pompous Very rich, it doesn't look like a serious participation in the auction, but it feels aggressive to make trouble.

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Suburbs of Paris

Lorisk Manor

As a building left over from the Sun King period, Lorisk Manor, like other castle manors in Paris, has welcomed countless owners. During World War I, it was the official residence of French Marshal Foch. Hermann Meyer lived there. After the war, the Lorisk Manor was taken back by the French government because no heir could be found, and was later sold due to financial problems. However, the identity of the new owner is unknown, and the only information left is It is known that the buyer is a woman.

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

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Fisher drove his Lamborghini into the manor.

"Sir, your invitation card!" Just after parking the car, before Fisher had time to take a closer look at the overview of the manor, two black suits with earphones came over.

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

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

"Is this your first time in France, sir?" The waiter leading Fisher looked very chatty.

"I've been here a few times before, but this is the first time I've come to this manor. It looks very nice here. Your boss must be very rich!"

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

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

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

"The prophets are already in place!"

"Okay, I got it!" Fisher nodded, indicating that he got 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's attention was not on the sumptuous feast on the long table in the center of the banquet hall. Instead, groups of three or four gathered together to discuss the content of the evening auction and the identity of the owner.

Fisher scanned around, and found that most of the people who came to the auction were arms dealers from Western Europe and Russia, and there were even a few acquaintances among them. Back then, Fisher often dumped the rich stocks of the former Soviet Union from them.

Those arms dealers also saw Fisher, and the two parties got together and chatted about gossip.

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

"I'm here to join in the fun, see if there are any good collectibles, buy some back and store them, and sell them when the price goes up!"

"Oh hehehehe..." A group of businessmen could only hehe when they heard such a standard answer, isn't this nonsense, who came here for that purpose, did they come here to find a woman?

"Speaking of which, I heard that there will be nuclear warheads to be auctioned tonight, is it true?" a second-hand dealer from the Netherlands whispered.

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

nuclear weapons?Zhenjin?All the people present turned their eyes to Fisher in unison. Among these customers, the only one who had the guts and the channels to use these things was Fisher. Could it be that the other party's purpose was this?

"Don't look at me, I'm not interested in nuclear weapons!" It was the first time Fisher dared to sell warheads when he heard of this auction. Logically speaking, shouldn't some secret service organization lurk in this place to stop the auction?

"Prophet, check the surrounding environment!" John, who was standing behind Fisher, asked in a low voice through the headset without Fisher's instructions.

"There is no abnormality around, wait, a convoy is coming!" The Prophet squatted far away on the fork of a huge tree not far from the manor, and quickly pointed the sniper rifle in his hand at the parking lot outside the manor. field.

"Sir, McAllen is here! He has quite a few people with him!" The prophet wearing the cloak of optical invisibility couldn't help but taunted.

"This is their territory, how many people they bring is their freedom!" Fisher looked towards the door while holding the juice.

In the next second, the wooden door of the banquet hall was pushed open heavily, and then James McAllen, wearing a flirty white suit, walked in with his head held high, followed by more than a dozen bodyguards. Mi stood still, facing the guards arranged by the owner of the manor.

"This guy is so arrogant!"

"Can you not be arrogant? His ancestors are aristocrats and the best arms dealer in Western Europe. He is a guest at the NATO joint meeting, so he has the capital to be arrogant!"

In fact, McAllen heard everyone's discussion, but this is exactly what he expected. Unlike Fisher, who usually likes to keep a low profile, 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, and after seeing Fisher standing in the corner, he posed With an extremely enthusiastic look, he opened his arms and walked up.

And Fisher couldn't hide, so he simply stepped forward with two glasses of juice, and gave the juice to McAllen before he hugged him.

"Uh!" McAllen's smile froze on his face, he looked at the juice in his hand, then at Fisher, not knowing how to proceed.

"Sorry, I'm driving, I can't drink, long live France!" Fisher raised his glass, touched the other party, and then drank the juice inside.

"Okay! Long live France!" Macallan, who put away his exaggerated smile, had to drink the juice in one gulp, and then shook hands with Fisher.

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

"Of course, I think about it every day. Macallan Group has always been an important strategic partner of Jushen, and I have been advocating deeper cooperation with Macallan Group within the company. It's a pity that Jushen is not alone. Forget it, many shareholders are annoyed by Mr. McAllen's aggressive attitude towards the American market, so I can only persuade them slowly!" Fisher never let go of the other party's hand, but instead pulled McAllen to the banquet In the corner of the hall, he poured bitter water on the other party.

Looking at the other party's embarrassed face, McCallum might have believed it if he didn't know that the giant god was Fisher's words, but he couldn't tell the truth, so he could only let Fisher laugh.

"In fact, the cooperation between Macallan Group and Jushen is beneficial and harmless. We can first carry out some small-scale cooperation in certain areas, such as energy. Macallan Group owns nearly half of the energy supply channels in Western Europe, and Jushen The crude oil extracted from the oilfields in Iraq can be sold to the nearby Macallan Group! How good it is for us to monopolize the energy supply of Western Europe together!"

"However, the price offered by Dongguo is higher, and as far as I know, the British government and the German government jointly offered the project to the Macallan Group last month when it bid for oil development in the North Sea!"

"Then we can have a deeper cooperation in the military, can't we? Giant God's security business can be merged into the McAllen Group. We have billions of orders in Europe every year!"

"But the Iraqi government has handed over the power of homeland defense to the giants. We cannot let the 3000 million Iraqi people down!"

"It seems that the cooperation cannot be discussed anymore?"

"No, no, I believe that Jushen and Macallan Group will definitely be able to seek common ground while reserving differences and go hand in hand, but cooperation is very important. Both of us must study carefully. Once we have results, we will definitely give you a satisfactory result. Answer, how?"

"I hope so!"

In fact, an important reason why Macallan is so anxious to get Fisher is that the market is becoming increasingly saturated. At present, the largest customers of Macallan Group are Germany, France, Italy, and Poland, and then countries in southern Morocco. The defense budget is very limited, and the Giant God occupies the American market, the Asian market, and even the small countries that are not short of money in the United Kingdom and Northern Europe have fallen into the arms of the Giant God. The development of the group will tend to stagnate, and there may even be a series of unpredictable impacts, but Fisher's hahaha makes him feel uncomfortable, so he can only give up and talk about other topics.

But Fisher's attention at the moment was on a man behind him. The man had messy parted hair, a big respirator on his face, and made whirring sounds from time to time.

Fisher carefully searched for the other party's information from his already slightly blurred memory. He vaguely remembered that this man was probably the technical officer of the Macallan Group and also the commander of the Cobra organization. What did he do here?

Perhaps because he noticed Fisher's gaze, the man wearing a respirator nodded politely at Fisher.

"This is Mr. Rex, the chief scientist of the Macallan Group. Because of an experimental accident, his respiratory system was injured, so he needs to use a respirator!" Seeing Fisher staring at his subordinates intently, Mai Karen introduced casually.

"Oh, actually, you can come to Colossus. We will install a mechanical respirator for the wounded with damaged respiratory tract, so that you don't have to suffer so much!" Fisher remembered that this Rex was at odds with McAllen, In the end, he kicked him out of the cobra, and directly dug the corner of the wall openly.

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

"Oh, what a pity!" Fisher could only shake his head regretfully.

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

"Since that's the case, let's take part in the auction first, and talk slowly after it's over!"

(End of this chapter)