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Chapter 1097 - 759 The Way of Treating Guests (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Chapter 1097: 759 The Way of Treating Guests (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Fernando revealed a smile, "Mr. Luo, how much do you think this wine should be priced at?"

"100 euros."

Luo Han directly doubled the price.

euros might seem insignificant to both, but what if that amount were multiplied by millions?

As the most populous country in the world, and with imported liquor highly sought after, facing such a massive market, a price difference of 50 euros could result in a terrifying disparity in profits.

"100 euros?"

Fernando furrowed his brows, seemingly hesitant, given that 50 euros had already been considered a high price in their previous collaborations.

"Mr. Fernando, you can trust my judgment."

Luo Han spoke casually, with a tone of certainty, "The people of Shenzhou would definitely be willing to pay for this wine."

It is common to see price negotiations, but rare for someone to voluntarily raise the price.

However, it’s not difficult to understand.

After all, if the cost price is high, the selling price can also rise accordingly.

But there is another issue.

As the sole agent, Luo Han has always had the right to set his own prices in his cooperation with Fernando, which means that no matter the cost price he gets for the wine, it actually doesn’t interfere with his selling price.

That is to say.

If Fernando sells it to him for 100 euros, he can sell it for 5000 RMB domestically.

If Fernando sells it to him for 50 euros, he can also sell it for 5000!

This isn’t about squeezing the consumers, but about relinquishing his own profits.

Of course.

He might be planning to double his orders and thus could justifiably double the price.

After all, Shenzhou’s consumers blindly idolize foreign liquors, as long as the marketing is done well, there won’t be a shortage of people willing to pay.

Although it’s absolutely advantageous for him, for some reason, Fernando seemed to hesitate.

It might be a difference in business philosophies; he did not rush to agree, but instead asked an unprecedented question.

"Mr. Luo, what price do you plan to sell it for when you take it back?"

In their past collaborations, he had never asked such a question, as how much money someone else makes is their own skill.

"I need to let relevant parties conduct a survey and then set an appropriate price."

Luo Han did not give a direct response.

This "appropriate" appeared rather subtle.

The difference would likely be between making a lot and making a tremendous amount.

"Mr. Luo, I actually envy you," Fernando suddenly said.

"Why do you say that?"

"The people of Shenzhou are really too wealthy now."

Fernando’s remark was laden with meaning.

Luo laughed, "Mr. Fernando, Shenzhou is still a developing country, there’s still a gap between us and your honorable country."

Fernando smiled without replying, and raised his glass.

"Cheers."

Luo Han initiated.

After drinking and dining, with the atmosphere properly set, Luo Han finally brought up the main topic.

"Has there been any news about my brother now?"

Fernando didn’t answer directly, but instead made an impromptu remark: "Mr. Luo, you truly are a responsible elder brother."

"I only have this one younger brother. If something happens to him, I can’t explain it to our parents below."

Fernando nodded.

"I understand, I have a brother too, but he’s just a drunkard and a gambler, not at all like a brother compared to Mr. Luo."

After a pause, the mafia boss continued, "Mr. Luo, I’ve told you, you have nothing to worry about in Italy."

Having caught the implication, Luo Han’s somber mood finally lightened a bit.

He stared at Fernando, who was akin to a god in Italy, "Where is my brother now?"

"Have you eaten well, Mr. Luo?" Fernando asked inexplicably.

Luo Han nodded.

"Have you drunk well?"

Fernando asked again.

Although Luo Han felt it was a bit strange, he still nodded in continuation.

Seeing that the guest had eaten and drunk well, Fernando, who had meticulously and sincerely prepared Chinese-style utensils and used them himself as a host, put down his chopsticks.

"Long has been found, I was planning to tell you, but you had already boarded the plane."

Upon hearing this, Luo Han was relieved, but almost immediately, anger took over.

He had specifically instructed beforehand, yet it was ignored, even forcing him to make a trip during the New Year.

"Where is he?"

"Right here."

Luo Han was startled, looking at Fernando in surprise.

Fernando nodded with a smile, "If you’ve eaten well, come with me."

The two men stood up,

Luo Han’s two accompanying subordinates tried to follow, but were stopped by Fernando’s men.

Luo Han expressed understanding.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Since he was a guest, he should maintain basic respect and trust towards the host.

"You guys stay here."

Fernando led the way.

When they escaped last time, they went upwards, but today, led by Fernando, the person transformed from the younger brother to the older brother, and the direction changed from upwards to downwards.

The two reached an underground passage,

adorned with exquisitely motionless sculptures on both sides, presenting an artistic aura but also a subtle sense of eerie terror.

But Luo Han, being a significant figure, remained unshaken. However, watching the back of Fernando ahead, he felt an indescribable and peculiar sense for some reason.

Through the corridor, what appeared was a door with downward-leading stairs behind it.

Two dimly yellow lights hung on either side of the door,

and inside the door, it was eerily quiet.

"Where’s my brother?"

Fernando turned around, simply looking at Luo Han, "In the wine cellar below."

In the wine cellar?

What was he doing in the wine cellar?

Luo Han slightly furrowed his brow, looking at Fernando.

Fernando revealed a faint smile, urging no further, remaining silent.

Luo Han withdrew his gaze, looking at the gloomy door, his expression calm, took a step forward.

He walked past Fernando, leading the way down the stairs.

Fernando, standing by the door, turned around, blocking some light, and followed leisurely.

"Step, step, step..."

The staircase was not very long, after all, it was a wine cellar, how deep could it be, but perhaps because of psychological effects, it felt like a long time.

The wine cellar was large, generally circular, with walls on all four sides crafted into embedded wine racks, filled with various bottles of wine.

Yet, it seemed as if there had been an earthquake, with several bottles having fallen out and shattered, none cleaned up.

Luo Long looked around, then turned back.

"Where’s my brother?"

Indeed.

He looked around and found no trace of Luo Long.

Or more precisely, the wine cellar was completely empty.

Fernando stood on the last step, his face still bearing a barely-there smile.

"Look more carefully."

Perhaps due to the environment, his voice in the dark, silent wine cellar seemed a bit thrilling.

Luckily, Luo Han, being a person of strong composure, turned back around, his eyes sweeping inch by inch around him.

Finally.

Fernando did not trick him.

In a hidden corner of the wine cellar, Luo Han’s gaze fixed, noticing something amiss.

It was even more dim there, but instead of finding Luo Long, he saw...

It looked like a cage.

Because it was really hard to see clearly, Luo Han squinted his eyes and started walking that way.

One step.

Two steps.

The distance grew shorter.

And the view gradually became clearer.

No mistake.

This underground wine cellar actually concealed a metal cage.

As the full view of the metal cage unfolded, Luo Han began to realize that there was actually a person inside!

Because the cage was too small, the person inside could only curl up uncomfortably, probably having been in there for a long time, possibly exhausted and asleep, head bowed, motionless.

A foul smell wafted over.

It was the smell of excrement.

Although treated like an animal without freedom, basic survival provisions were still provided.

Inside the cage was a bowl of water and a bowl of... something unidentifiable as food.

Luo Han seemed to realize something, his pupils sharply constricting.

Staring at the person in the cage whose face could not be seen clearly, this influential figure back home tightened his face, unconsciously clenching his hands, and tentatively called out.

"Luo Long?"

His voice was quite low, even slightly trembling.

"Mr. Luo, you should speak up."

Behind him.

Fernando’s voice rose, his tone much higher.

The person in the cage was finally startled awake, raising his head, revealing a dirty face and dull eyes.

Inside and outside the cage.

Their eyes met.

Luo Han’s mind went blank.