After Becoming a Little Sister

While Miss Xiao Ma was playing tricks, someone knocked on the door of the room, and one of Miss Balalaika's subordinates leaned in with a serious expression: "Major, a middleman has come and said he wants to negotiate a deal with you." Big business."

"Who?"

"Tupolev, he's been claiming that he's working for a big shot in KSB all this time."

"Let him in." Sister Balalaika looked at the two cooperating allies: "Do you want to see him?"

Miss Xiao Ma scratched her face: "He said he wanted to talk to you about a big deal?"

"That is to say, but those big names usually don't ask too much."

"Then, have you ever thought about negotiating a big business deal with him?" Miss Ma took out a gold card borrowed from a certain Mao Maotou from her pocket: "It's so big."

"..."

After a while, a short, fat, balding middle-aged man walked into the office with a big smile on his face, and took off his coat: "Dear Major, I—what is this?"

In front of him was a huge table, and he didn't know where it was moved.

"It's not important." Sister Balalaika raised her head and gestured for a moment: "You said you want to discuss a big deal, what are the specific details?"

"The specific details need to be discussed, but these two are-cough, I mean, if you are talking about business, it should be a relatively private matter. If you are busy now, then I can wait outside first, or It's better not to disturb the guests."

"No, you misunderstood." The woman in the black windbreaker and white scarf stood up, patting the dust off her body leisurely: "Why can't we all play happily together——I mean, I'll give you something you can't conditions of refusal."

"..."

"And instead, tell me who you work for and do me a little favor."

"What's the lady's name?"

"Is the title important?" Madam Xiao Ma put her hand on his shoulder and showed a card: "If this is for you, can you tell me something?"

"Gulu—"

The poor broker's throat rolled, and he caught a glimpse of the other's hand that was holding his shoulder hanging down, holding a pistol with a vicious caliber, but the other hand measured out by the other party was holding a golden card.

"I--"

"Not enough? What about this one?"

The card was replaced with a platinum one, which was held up in front of the broker.

Money, a lot of money, is right in front of you.

The latter gritted his teeth and squeezed out a stiff smile: "Your Excellency is really rich. If my service can satisfy you, it would be great. I only need a salary that matches the labor I have paid."

"Don't be too inferior. Sometimes your choice can determine a lot of things. I believe in the principle of making as many friends as possible and making enemies as few as possible. If you can be friends, then let's drink good wine together."

Miss Ma put the cards away, took out a gold card and placed it on the overly large table: "This is the condition I offered."

The broker's humble face was still full of excitement, but there was a little disdain in his eyes.

Although there is a lot of money here, but the other party's behavior is a bit stretched.

Is this an undeniable condition?Oh, you really look down on me, Tubole——

But then, the other party raised a suitcase and started pouring things out.

One by one, the golden cards poured down like running water, scattered on the table layer by layer, giving the impression that more than a dozen decks of poker cards were dismantled and thrown on the table, but the gold cards The texture of the paper is definitely not comparable to the light and fluffy pieces of paper.

Tupolev was dumbfounded!

But if you take a closer look, there is a layer of white-gold cards falling down on top of the golden cards that look like stacks of gold!

"?!"

Until finally, a few isolated black cards tumbled out of the box.

The black card looked so inconspicuous against the gold and platinum background, but the patterns and prints on it showed its most valuable identity - Tupolev was already full of fear, his eyes were wide open He pursed his mouth, and looked at Miss Xiao Ma in panic like a frightened orange cat.

"Look, I said I'd make you an offer you couldn't refuse—now it's time for business."

"..."

PS: continue tomorrow

Section 990 0971-Howling Light (For "Celebrate!" Blade 20/18

Tupolev, is a well-known broker.

What is a broker?To put it bluntly, they are intermediaries, but compared to intermediaries who buy houses and cars, their responsibilities are more intermediary agents for "cooperation" between people-Su Qin and his like in the ancient times of the Republic, He Zong Lian Heng, being a lobbyist is such a job.

Brokers with a big face can even do some things that neither party can do, commonly known as giving me face.

And even for ordinary brokers, if they can get in touch with KSB's high-level executives, they can be humble on the surface but actually directly visit the leaders of the evil forces without fear, and they can be regarded as the pinnacle of their careers - Tupolev is such a small group elite.

He was doing technical work back then, to be precise, he was designing aircraft, but he had nothing to do with the famous Tupolev Design Bureau, and was purely a grassroots technical staff.

After the disintegration of the former Soviet Union, he lost his original job unsurprisingly. After all, at that time, even the backbone of the technical staff had no money to eat, and those engaged in the military industry could not get their wages for several months. He had to undertake heavy work tasks, and all those who had some connections ran away.

The remaining ones who refuse to leave are either true love of this unbreakable alliance, or more scheming careerists.

Tupolev doesn’t think he’s an ambitious man, but when he had to choose between leaving and persevering, he still chose to persevere. After Ermao inherited the huge design bureau, he returned to the unit where he originally worked—— Then use means to climb up, all the way to the position of the boss of the design bureau.

In the end, the entire design bureau was packaged and sold to companies in Western Europe...

He got the first pot of gold in his life, and that money made him understand that no one in this world can be trusted, only gold, yellow gold, is the real god.

Take a look, just a little bit can turn black into white, ugly into beautiful, cowardly into a warrior, and a potbellied and bald guy like him can become a rich man sought after by beauties.

What could be more fascinating than this?This is the power of wealth!

Later, he found that there was no way out for technology, so he simply started a middleman business, selling the entire Ermao's military industrial achievements in packages, anyone who wanted it, as long as he had money, was not just a dog in the Middle East during that time Big families came to negotiate with him, and even the Republic had contact with him.

Ermao's prodigal family is actually because they, the "mainstays", contributed to it.

But what does it matter?

Not only did Tupolev not lose his reputation, he even became a famous entrepreneur. After basically ruining Er Mao's family, he also accumulated a huge amount of wealth, and chose to come to Da Mao to try his luck and continue his career.

Then came the matter of Emperor Pu cleaning up the oligarchs...

The Seven Oligarchs still have a little friendship with Nicholas Jevic, but what kind of little shrimp is he?

After several turbulences, his wealth has shrunk on a large scale, and he had to "respect" the top management of KSB to keep his little net worth. In the end, he simply acted as a broker for the other party. After all, he had no money, but The contacts who sold Ermao's family back then are still there.

So if you really want to talk about it, he can be regarded as an old intermediary with rich experience. Life has ups and downs, what things haven't you seen?Who hasn't seen it?

Except today...

The gold cards, platinum cards and even black cards on the table are estimated to be worth more than his net worth when he was at his peak, and much more - from the other party's indifferent expression Looking at it, it seems that these are not all.

He's now like the cat freaked out by a crazy dump of cat food.

Is this your last supper?

"Come, come, sit." Madam Xiaoma kindly pulled the bald, fat man to sit down: "Let me introduce you, first of all, let me introduce our real identities—"

"No, no, no, no!" The bald, fat man hurriedly shook his head with such force that he almost broke his neck: "I shouldn't have listened to this, I've never seen you before, and I can't remember what you look like , I am a face blind that everyone knows, and my ears are not good!"

listen?Listen to a fart!

The person who can spend so much money is either a well-known rich man in the world, or the boss of a well-known large organization in the dark world, but no matter what his identity is, he will appear here at this time, standing by the woman Balalaika , both mean abnormal.

What do you know?

I don't know anything today——

"As expected of you, you are very savvy hahahahaha!" Sister Xiao Ma laughed happily and patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, I am very optimistic about you, so young man, can you tell me who are you for?" Working?"

"I……"

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry to answer me." Miss Ma raised her hand to stop his hesitation: "Let me show you something first."

"No, no, I won't watch!"

"No, you have to read it—and after reading it, you have to give me a post-reading review, [-] words, any genre, except poetry."

As she said that, Miss Ma handed over the first few pages of the document, and at the same time slapped her gun on the table.

Look, or eat peanuts, choose one yourself.

Tupolev trembled his hands, with a stiff awkward smile on his face, and beads of cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He nodded and bowed his head with an apologetic smile while looking at the document, and then his expression was completely rigid.

Beads of sweat dripped down.

After a while, he turned the pages almost mechanically and subconsciously, acting like a hungry hyena, but after turning a few pages and found that there was nothing, he reacted again, his flushed face turned pale , the whole person sat in the same place sluggishly.

Madam Xiao Ma looked at him with a smile: "How is it, isn't it very exciting?"

"..."

"Can you tell me now, who is behind you?"

"He He--"

"Don't you understand? He didn't even think about letting you live well. If you complete this deal, you will have to die." Madam Xiaoma clicked on the cover of the document: "It's not something you can see, or even know it's there, you, understand?"

Tupolev still doesn't know that the hot angry man is a melon skin. The latter doesn't know how much this information is equivalent to. Let him come just thinking that everyone can sit down and have a glass of vodka and talk about it, balalaika This veteran who used to work for KSB can know his way back and continue to be a hound honestly.

Now that he saw the information and thought about it in another way, his back was soaked in cold sweat all of a sudden, and the cold numbness shot out from his ditch and went straight to the sky, making him look like he was stripped naked and thrown into a lake in the Siberian ice sheet As suffocating and cold as salvaged potatoes.

This world is so cold and ruthless, even as a running dog, the master will not give himself a little warmth.

Madam Xiao Ma pulled out the information from his hand, and then pushed the cards in front of him towards him: "But I am different, I like to make friends, I will not force others to do things, being friends, you need to be careful." It’s about helping each other, I’ll help you today, and if there’s a need in the future, maybe I’ll ask you for help, and of course there’s a possibility that I’ll never meet that day.”

"..."

Madam Xiaoma raised her legs leisurely: "Then, dear Mr. Tupolev, what's your choice?"

"I, I think about it... Your Excellency, please let me think about it..."

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead. The bald and fat man was full of confusion. When he finally raised his eyes, he met the cold-eyed Balalaika, and another lady in a khaki windbreaker who was disassembling her gun for cleaning. .

That gun is... M1911?Special custom models?

Of course, this doesn't explain anything, but anyone with a little common sense should know that this kind of firearm full of bourgeois atmosphere is generally only liked to be used by guys in North America. In Western Europe, those guys who hang around in the dark world I prefer to use the guys produced by the Belgian FN company, such as FN-57 and the like.

It is a very useful way to distinguish the region where the weapon belongs to. Except for a very small number of so-called 'masters', more people must consider the output of the region-like carrying super expensive custom-made firearms, If you go to the third world region of the African continent, it is very likely that even the supply will be a problem, which is far less effective than just grabbing Kalashnikov.

Although the other party looks Asian...Japanese?Or on the peninsula?