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Chapter 284 - 284 124 Saint Veronica and the Cat-and-Mouse Game

284: Chapter 124 Saint Veronica and the Cat-and-Mouse Game 284: Chapter 124 Saint Veronica and the Cat-and-Mouse Game I can actually pay in installments?

Chan, my dear Chan, should I thank you for your kindness?

Top-tier dirty cops know how to manage their emotions, Cheng Daqi had already overstepped the mark, but he still managed to control his facial expressions.

He had no choice, he couldn’t ask others for help, and he couldn’t explain why he had offended Niu Sen, which meant he was destined to be severely fleeced by Cheng Daqi and Temir!

If he asked others capable of helping him out of this predicament, then the number of people he’d need to keep happy behind the scenes would not just be Temir and Niu Sen.

So rather than betting on keeping three people happy, it’s better to just serve two.

“Chan, you must be joking, hahaha, how about this, thirty million dollars plus my old factory, what do you think?”

With a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, Gru stated that he couldn’t possibly pay in installments for this kind of thing.

“Mr.

Gru, of course, you can, please go talk to Mi’er yourself, she’ll surely agree.

It’s just that her family is in Missouri, you might have to go to Missouri to see her.”

Lao Deng, go on, I assure you won’t squeak a word once you’re there.

You can be wild on the West Coast, but in Missouri, even if you’re a dragon, you have to lie low!

Anyone who has ever fished knows that even if the fish has bitten the hook, you can’t just reel in the rod easily.

Especially when dealing with a big fish, you need to play it repeatedly, sawing back and forth, to exhaust its strength!

“I can offer forty-five million, but, Chan, have I ever really pushed you into a corner?”

At this moment, Gru was telling the truth; even when he looked down on Cheng Daqi in the past, he took Cheng Daqi, his opponent, seriously.

Even when he had Cheng Daqi cornered in a wolf cage, he personally shot and killed those two North American grey wolves for him—he even looked forward to taking in Cheng Daqi as his dog after being abandoned by Temir.

Facing the ‘honesty’ of a top-tier dirty cop, Cheng Daqi felt it was about enough.

It was clear he could get past Gru; since they were doing business, there was no need to push too hard.

After all, he might have many dealings with Gru in the future.

Many of CEO Cheng’s businesses were in Saint Rodu, and the top-tier dirty cops were the local snakes of Saint Rodu; they indeed had a great prospect for cooperation.

“How about this, Mr.

Gru, you only need to pay thirty million for Temir’s side, but you’ll have to add another five million.

You have to know, I’m the one who brought this matter to your attention from the start.

I also came up with a solution for you and got you Mi’er’s help; five hundred thousand is really a small amount.”

Leave room for maneuver so we can meet in the future with ease.

Cheng Daqi’s shift wasn’t abrupt, but the top-tier dirty cop heaved a sigh of relief nonetheless.

Finally, it was resolved.

He had never felt so powerless, never had such a moment of fear.

The storm and rain at the top echelons of America can sometimes be so gentle that people fail to notice them until it’s a little too late to recover.

If it hadn’t been for Cheng Daqi’s warning, he might have really made it to the board of commissioners.

By then, everything would be too late.

“Chan, thank you, I’ll give you ten million dollars now as a deposit for Ms.

Temir.

After the deal is done, she won’t be short of her thirty million, and your five million will be there too!”

Top-tier dirty cops aren’t short of money; their monthly income is in the tens of millions of dollars.

But that money is earned by the gangs, and Gru, being a bachelor, often gives his subordinates extra bonuses.

Over the years, although he handled a lot of money, he always distributed it, adding benefits for his brothers.

As a result, when push came to shove, he was almost forced onto the path of installment payments.

“Mr.

Gru, wait for my good news, I’m not sure how Mi’er will help you, but if your presence is needed, I’ll contact you!”

The top-tier dirty cop sent Cheng Daqi off with a smile outside the small restaurant, only to suddenly realize that Cheng Daqi’s car had been switched to a battered Audi.

“Chan, why didn’t you drive the Mushang today?”

He was probing, but Gru’s probe was met with a snub.

“Mr.

Gru, the most important thing when getting things done is secrecy.

Do you really want me to come to you in an eye-catching Mushang?”

Cheng Daqi’s response left Gru with nothing to say.

Damn it, Chan, you’re just a smooth talker, have a fight with me!

Your preachy face disgusts me!

But no matter how disgusting, he had no choice!

“You’re right, I await your good news!”

The top-tier dirty cop smiled genuinely, as if he were truly bidding farewell to a close friend, waving at the departing Audi for a long time.

When the Audi finally disappeared around the corner, the tall middle-aged man punched the wall hard.

The fist made a violent contact with the wall, and blood quickly seeped out.

Seemingly feeling no pain, Gru laughed and gestured for his subordinates not to be alarmed.

He looked at the fist mark on the wall, glanced at his own battered hand, chuckled coldly, and got into the car.

“Back to the station!”

—————–

In the backyard garden of the black-haired rich woman’s mansion, guests were milling about, as a small musical concert was about to take place.

Socializing, music, exquisite food, professional waiters, Temir’s party is way better than Cheng Daqi’s.

Tonight, Temir has invited the famous Semitic Wanderer American cellist Matt Heimowitz and brought in some artists from the Saint Rhodes Music Center.

Leaning over the edge of the terrace, watching the guests in the garden, Temir cocked a self-satisfied smile.

Chan, thirty million is a lot, but I want you to know, I have more than just money!