Him and their stars

He probably didn't expect that a mere tool man would actually cause trouble, so the middle-aged man was stunned on the spot. He rolled his eyes and looked at Tan Jize across from him up and down. After a while, he showed a troubled smile and scratched his scalp helplessly: "...Oh, I agreed not to be Mr. Mysterio 007's agent. person?"

"Indeed, he is an agent. However, he told me that I am his full agent, not a tool. Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty." Tan Jize raised his hand in the direction of the inner ring of the imperial capital. , analyzed seriously: "This Weiyang's mithril scepter is the legal system of the Weiyang Kingdom. The Weiyang Kingdom is undergoing a civil war. No matter which side gets it, it will have the appeal to tip the strategic balance. No matter who is the final winner of the civil war. Who is it? The person who retrieved the scepter for them is their great benefactor. As long as you have a little strength and connections, you can get more than tens of billions of benefits? "

The middle-aged man still didn't expect that the other party was not only not prepared to treat him as a tool, but also a "mortal" actually found out the past and present life of an ancient spiritual treasure. He couldn't help but feel even more distressed, so he insisted. The scalp said: "That's right... However, you only provided clues and did not directly deliver the treasure. We also have to pay a cost to go treasure hunting. More importantly, this cost is still unforeseeable until now. You Such a personable and civilized gentleman, why don’t you have some sympathy for us humble middlemen?”

"I am willing to be considerate of you! However, a secret treasure that can influence the future of the Weiyang Kingdom cannot be compared with a map of a planet, right? It is clearly you who are making things difficult for me now."

"What you said makes me sad. I obviously think I am very friendly, why do you have such prejudice and hostility towards me?" The middle-aged man shook his head: "After getting that precious phantom, Of course we may make a profit, but after all, we are involved in the Weiyang Civil War, and the risks we take are too great!"

"But aren't you already prepared? You just gave us the clue to get the Mithril Scepter. You are clearly waiting for the end."

"That is definitely your misunderstanding. We have already said that we are just a group of honest and trustworthy intelligence brokers. Even if we have to prepare for the end, that is our end."

Seeing the other party's disbelief, the middle-aged man thought for a moment with a distressed look on his face, then put on a bitter look on his face as if twenty pounds of flesh had been removed, and said with trembling lips: " Otherwise, just think of it as making a friend. How about 10 million? Again, we also have costs?"

"Isn't it true that most people only bargain for half the price at most? How can you directly cut the price to 99%? It's unethical for you to do this."

"That's not how the accounts are settled. Didn't I already say it? We need to invest. Even if we find the scepter, there are still many hidden dangers."

"No, I think this involves this situation. You can do this, and then this, and finally this and this. Do you understand? In this way, it will be at least hundreds of billions in revenue."

"Those are the most ideal situations, but the real world is not that superficial! If this happens, and then that, and then this, won't you lose everything and be blamed?"

"Then you can definitely consider it."

Ever since, the two of them started bargaining like customers and stall owners at a flea market, and they felt like they were enjoying themselves.

Motta has naturally given up thinking completely. The setting of the villain he imagined as the mastermind who controlled everything behind the scenes by relying on intelligence methods has naturally completely fallen apart. The big black fat man decided that since he couldn't figure out the situation, he shouldn't do anything about it, and just listen to the cross talk honestly.

Killian had been quietly listening to the argument between the two. He didn't feel like he was listening to a cross talk, but rather like he was listening to an analysis report on the civil war situation in the Weiyang Kingdom, and he listened with great interest.

So, after nearly an hour of discussion, after the middle-aged man and Tan Jize each drank two cans of Ice Cream, the former finally sighed: "Okay, okay, I really lost to you. Just 300 million." 42.57 million gold dragons."

Tan Jize was a born academic but not a rich man, so he cut the price to 10,000 yuan. After all, he is just a quiet and handsome man from an ordinary family. 100 gold dragons are enough for his living expenses for a week.

"You can take away the map of the ancient Meiya planet now. If your clues are correct, the deposit of 42.57 million gold dragons will be delivered to Mr. Mysterio 007's account within a week. The final 300 million will be paid within two days. Delivery within a month, is that okay?" the middle-aged man asked again.

Tan Jize nodded and finally showed a warm smile: "What I must tell you is that you are the best negotiator I have ever seen. I have never lowered the price to less than half when bargaining with others in my life. .”

How many times have you negotiated in your life? What has a mere lawyer in the mortal world seen? Can you go to Versailles in front of a person from this otherworld like me? The middle-aged man probably thought so in his heart, but there was no change on the surface. He just showed a business smile like a senior insurance broker again, stretched out his hand to shake Tan Jize's hand again, and said with a smile: "In addition, in the future, if you work in the fund The code name of the meeting is Mr. T 233. As for me, you can call me Mr. Bei."

"It means that your organization already has 222 customers whose names start with similar sounds to mine?" Tan Jize quickly discovered Hua Dian.

The middle-aged man who called himself "Mr. Bei" smiled noncommittally.

Tan Jize pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "Then, can we still make a deal?"

After a moment of pause, Mr. Bei smiled again: "Of course it is possible. Are you going to sell or buy? However, I must inform you in advance. If you provide us with information that we already have, then It’s not worth anything.”

Motta said gruffly: "How do I know if you are going to have sex for nothing?"

Probably because he felt that this ordinary Mr. Bei was really not intimidating, the big black fat man suddenly felt that it was time for him to fulfill his role as a bodyguard.

"I can't prove this kind of thing. In any case, our kind of business can neither issue invoices nor sign contracts. It's up to you to judge everything." Mr. Bei didn't mean to be angry at all, but showed a serious expression. With a kind and patient smile, he explained seriously: "However, as I said, the organization has been around for some years. Since it can exist to this day, at least its credibility in the Tao should be worth looking forward to."

Mota suddenly felt that he had acted like a fool just now, and his face turned red. Fortunately, the lighting at the scene was relatively dim, and given his skin color, others might not be able to see clearly.

Tan Jize pondered for a moment and said: "Baron Shangli should complete the overall acquisition of Rolle Heavy Industries of the Sutton Republic within three months."

"Baron Sangli? The rich man?"

"Yes, he controls Red Steel Group and Moshan Bank, the third richest man in the empire."

Of course, the empire's rich list excludes the royal family and princes with real fiefdoms. But even so, the strength of those who can be on the list can be imagined. In addition, it is naturally impossible for these rich people on the list not to have some white-glove background as a big figure in the imperial political circles.

But the problem is that the Republic of Sutton is one of the allies of the Alliance camp, and Roll Heavy Industries is also one of its domestic star pillar companies. If it is really acquired by the nobles of the empire, it will have unpredictable consequences for the political situation of the entire galaxy. Impact.

Mr. Bay raised his eyebrows, indeed showing a hint of interest. He looked at the other party deeply again, and really wanted to ask how the other party came to the conclusion. However, as a dedicated intelligence dealer, he also knows that not asking the other party's intelligence source is their most important professional quality.

Mr. Bei pondered for a moment and asked with a smile: "What do you want to know?"

He didn't seem to doubt the veracity of the other party's intelligence at all.

Tan Jize suppressed the excitement in his heart and said calmly: "If I want to prove the innocence of my friend, Seldy Stoker, where should I start?"

"You seem to be completely convinced that your friend is innocent." Mr. Bei smiled.

"This matter smells too much of a coincidence from beginning to end. The feeling of conspiracy is too obvious." Tan Jize sneered: "If I was only 50% suspicious before, now that my client is going to attend the God of War Festival By that time, it will be at least nine points."

Mr. Bei nodded, but shook his head and smiled: "Your information is not valuable enough."

Mota's eyes widened and he was about to braid his hair when Mr. Bei added: "You should understand that if this matter is used to design Mr. 007's conspiracy, then the mastermind behind it must be a very powerful person. Forgive me. Frankly speaking, with your current strength, even if you go to investigate, there will be no results, and your life may even be in danger."

Tan Jize knew that the "strength" the other party mentioned should not refer to his own ability, but a comprehensive evaluation of the combination of resources such as power, wealth, and reputation.

"Of course, if we are implicated, we, the neutral intelligence dealers, will be in a very awkward position in the imperial capital." Mr. Bei added.

This is the most real reason. Tan Jize sighed in his heart. He didn't have high expectations, so he couldn't be too disappointed.

"I am not going to involve this matter to the level of the so-called mastermind behind the scenes. I just hope to prove my friend's innocence. Prove it from a legal perspective that can be made public." He said.

"Then what you should be looking for is not an intelligence dealer like me, but a re-examination of the incident. It doesn't start from the admission of the deceased, but from the source of everything." Mr. Bei paused and then revealed his mysterious face. Smile: "Speaking of which, Mr. T, your city of Bergkin is a university town. College students are always full of energy, and they seem to have held a lot of celebrations in the past few months!"

Tan Jize seemed to understand something and nodded thoughtfully, then showed a grateful expression: "I understand. Thank you very much."

"I haven't said anything. In the final analysis, I'm just an ordinary intelligence dealer. I like gossip the most." The other party shook his head, smiled, and leaned on the sofa: "Then, you can choose something else. I’m paid. Is it cash or items?”

Tan Jize thought for a moment and suddenly looked at Killian next to him. Just when the latter started to be confused, he pointed at him and said: "This child is said to be a sensitive person. What good and cheap things can allow him to inherit this aspect?" A place?"