Talented Genius

South Africa, financial center, Nesburg.

It used to be the world's largest gold trading settlement, the world's largest diamond trading, and the financial center of the southern hemisphere.

Today, the crowded city ushered in a Gulfstream plane with an amazing cost.

The special plane stopped at Nesbourg Airport, the door opened, and then more than a dozen young men and women emerged, each with extraordinary temperament and brightly dressed collars.

Then, another man in Tang suit came out from behind, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, polite and looking very professorial.

It is Hanji.

A group of people came out of the airport, and soon five Hummers drove over, and the doors opened, allowing the Handi group to sit in.

One of the white Hummers, sitting on a chubby white man, dangling a Cuban cigar, was very pleasant.

"Mr. Han, you are welcome."

The chubby white man took the initiative to open the car door and greeted Han Di with enthusiasm: "It's been a hard journey."

"Jack, have I done everything I entrusted to you?"

Han Ji leaned on his seat and said indifferently, "The head of the African branch of the Wall family, would you like to see me and listen to my negotiation terms?"

Jack laughed loudly, then patted his chest and replied: "It's done, it's done, Mr. Han rest assured, I always do things properly."

"After I received your entrustment, I talked to Wallbush on the phone as soon as possible. I tried my best. He would eventually be willing to see you."

"You know, although I am a greedy and lustful waste, I am also Walbusch's brother-in-law."

He showed a touch of pride: "If you don't look at my face, you should also give my sister face."

Han Ji interrupted unceremoniously: "Your sister has been dead for many years. It seems that the Wall family killed it..."

Jack looked a little embarrassed: "Yes, yes, my sister did not fall into the eyes of the Wall family, and refused to leave Wall Bush, and eventually suffered an accident."

"But Walbush really has feelings for her. He will come to my house every year to sit for a while to see the room my sister used to use."

He sighed with emotion: "I haven't died in these years, thanks to the cover of Walbush."

"You should also thank me for my 50 million low-interest loan, otherwise you will not be chopped into meat sauce by the bears, and you will be sunk into the sea by my people."

Han Di intentionally or unintentionally suppressed Jack's impetuosity, and then changed the subject: "I don't care how you operate, I only need to see Wall Bush."

"I saw him, no matter what happened or not, you don't need to pay back the 50 million loan."

Handi clearly marked the price directly: "In addition, I will give you 30 million in cash in return."

Jack was full of joy: "Don't worry, I really made an appointment. He is willing to take the time to see you today and is waiting for you."

"But even if you impress Wallbush, you may not be able to save Yan Fei's life."

"Although Wall Bush is one of the five tigers of the Wall family and one of the few key figures, it is still Wall Saints who really makes the decision."

"He is the head of the Wall family, and Wallrington also happens to be his grandson..."

Jack's chubby face has a touch of solemnity: "You might as well go directly to the U.S. to talk to Wall Saints through relationships."

Han Di shook his head: "Wal Saints is now in anger. I swayed in front of him, and he would only be used as an inflator."

"Not to mention that negotiations cannot be carried out, even a small life may not be guaranteed."

"So we should first come to see Wall Bush, and slowly extinguish the anger of Wall Saints through him, and then negotiate terms."

"Analyzing the pros and cons of my family is definitely better than talking to outsiders."

Han Ji looked ahead, calmly expressing his thoughts: "I know this is very difficult, but I always have to try it."

"What if, what if the negotiation fails?"

Jack hesitated: "If the Wall family doesn't accept your negotiation, must Yan Fei pay his life at all costs? What are you going to do?"

There is a sense of confidence in Korea: "There are no failed negotiations in this world, there are only insufficient profit bargaining chips."

"For Yan Fei, I am willing to give everything, even if I hand over the entire Crocodile Bank."

"The world's largest underground bank, isn't it comparable to a dude?"

"In other words, can the younger generation of the Wall family, the best and outstanding nephews, be able to make a crocodile bank?"

"So I believe the Wall family will make a deal."

His eyes are very firm.

Jack gave a thumbs up: "True man!"

After 30 minutes of driving, the convoy came to the east of the golden river that runs through the entire city, where a towering castle stands tall and majestic.

Its magnificence, even today when there are many skyscrapers, it can still make most people stand in awe and awe.

"Mr. Jack, Mr. Wall has ordered, only you can go in with Mr. Han."

When the convoy stopped in front of the castle, a guard in black glanced around, with an arrogant expression: "The rest are waiting outside."

"You all stay."

Han Ji didn't squeeze, and waved to the twelve people: "I will go in with Mr. Jack."

More than a dozen Chinese-clothed men and women hesitated, and they wanted to advise something but eventually shut up, staying in the car and waiting for Han Di.

"Mr. Han, please here."

Jack was very satisfied, smiled and side his hands, he motioned Han Ji to enter the manor's patrol car.

"Kang Dang--"

When Han nodded and got on the patrol car, the iron gate slowly rose to the highest point, and the car drove in unhurriedly.

Three minutes later, the car came to a square in the castle. In the middle of the square, there was a huge sign, exactly the dollar sign.

"Jack, you stay at the door, Mr. Han, please come with me."

As soon as the patrol car stopped, the door of the building directly opposite suddenly opened, and a dozen Western men and women walked out, the front one was an old man in a tuxedo.

"Mr. Han, you have ten minutes. You'd better figure out how to explain your intentions concisely."

"Otherwise, it's a waste of your time, Mr. Wall's time..."

The old man in the tuxedo has a calm tone, but his demeanor is high.

Han Ji responded politely: "I understand."

After speaking, Han Di followed the old man in the tuxedo upstairs silently and came to a large European-style hall on the third floor with a luxurious atmosphere everywhere.

There are four or five men and women in the hall, holding a goblet, standing or sitting, with a noble demeanor,

The middle-aged man is nearly fifty years old. He also wears glasses and holds a white pipe in his mouth. He looks like a scholar.

The old man in the tuxedo respectfully said: "Mr. Wall, Mr. Han is here."

After speaking, he retreated to the side and waited for instructions.

Han Ji, who had done his homework, took a step forward: "Mr. Wall, hello."

The middle-aged man raised his eyelids, his tone was cold:

"Kneel down and talk..."