The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

The other three people looked at Leto and their faces changed.

They are all resident thugs in the song and dance hall, and each of them is at least a young master of the fifth rank of fighting spirit. They are also number one in Wencheng, but they can be slapped and slapped, and they don't know their life or death.

"At least it's a seventh-order war spirit!" One of them said with a trembling tone.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean?"

Reto said indifferently: "My master wants to hear that little girl sing, you don't give face."

The remaining three thugs were so depressed that they vomited blood.

If we reveal the identity of the seventh-order war spirit, will we not give face?

However, they also reacted, and how powerful the identity of the opponent can be to make the seventh-order strong man called Master.

As for they still have guns, but guns in this world are not rare. People with a little bit of identity don't have many guns.

"You said earlier, this is just a trivial matter, I will arrange it right away." The leader said with a smile suddenly.

Leto nodded, turned his head back to the bar, and said to Su Lin.

"Miss Su, go up and sing!"

Aslan nodded with a smile, and said in praise: "Yes, sensible."

Reto bowed respectfully.

Su Lin looked back three times before finally stepping onto the stage, and then clicked on her best song.

"Yewen City, Yewen City, you are a city that never sleeps, with the lights on, the sound of music, singing and dancing..."

Just after listening to the beginning, Aslan spit out a sip of wine.

This rhythm, this lyrics, isn't this a classic song from the 1940s Ye Shanghai? It was just changed to Yewen City.

Aslan asked subconsciously: "Who made this lyrics?"

"After the current president Liang Feifei came to me in Metro Vancouver, most of the classic masterpieces left behind are nowadays most Wencheng women sing this song."

The female companion next to him said quickly.

Aslan nodded.

Sure enough, a well-mixed traverser, where people are all romantic figures.

Aslan listened to Su Lin's singing, and beat the armrest of the sofa rhythmically. Soon there was a man with gold glasses coming over, carrying a bottle of good wine in his hand, and a bottle of two silver coins over the bar. Foreign wine.

"Mr.'s first time here, have a drink together."

Aslan glanced at the other person, smiled and said, "Sit down!"

The man in glasses nodded with a smile, introduced himself and said: "My name is Wen Tai, the boss of Greater Wencheng."

"Oh!" Aslan suddenly became interested. He didn't expect to provoke the owner of the dance hall. Did the boss make a fuss.

"Arthur Sara! This time I came to Metro Vancouver for business." Aslan did not report his real name, after all, he had already left his name on the Independence Group.

Wen Tai laughed when he heard that he came for business, and said politely.

"In Wencheng, I, Wen Tai, can also be regarded as one of the people. Would you like me to introduce Mr. Sarah."

"Then bother you." Aslan said without any kind of politeness.

This kind of chat style made Wen Tai stunned for a while. Is it true that foreigners are all this virtue?

It is not that he has not done business with foreigners, but those foreign businessmen are not as bold as Aslan!

"There is no problem at all. My Wen Tai is a personal character in Wencheng, and I know many brothers who do business, but my brothers have high requirements for business."

If it weren't for Leito to have at least the seventh rank of battle spirit, he really didn't want to go to the guy named Arthur.

"I want to buy a lot of things, but you should come up with a list. I am only interested in weapons and machinery." Aslan naturally saw Wen Tai's impatience, and still maintained that calm appearance.

Wen Tai became more cautious when he heard about machinery and weapons.

Now that the world is invaded by the devil, although they are singing and dancing, it does not mean that they do not pay attention to the world of the devil.

Now countries are very strict on ordnance control, and many factories also give priority to supplying the army. The weapons circulating on the market are mainly short guns, and there is no long gun.

"You look at me." Aslan suddenly said, his eyes showed a blue light, Wen Tai's pupils instantly turned into a dazed look.

"Wait a minute, I'll go downstairs and get the list."

Aslan nodded and made a please gesture.

Soon, Wen Tai took a list down, and Aslan just glanced at it, couldn't help laughing, and put the list away.

"I want to buy a batch of nitrocellulose, the quantity is about ten tons, you can make a price!" Aslan said lightly as Wentai was slowly recovering.

Wen Tai's eyes widened suddenly. He just heard something. Aslan wants to buy nitrocellulose, and it is still ten tons in one breath. You must know that in Wencheng, nitrocellulose is sold by the catty. After all, there is no smoke or fire. In addition to medicine, it can also be used for civilian purposes, mainly in coatings, celluloid, man-made fibers, inks, film films, cosmetics and other fields.

There are about 80 copper coins per pound of nitrocellulose, one ton is equivalent to 1,600 silver coins, and ten tons is 16,000 silver coins, which is a big business in Wencheng.

"With so much nitrocellulose, what do you want?" Wen Tai asked solemnly.

"That's my business." Aslan said very much.

Wen Tai gritted his teeth and said, "If you can give five thousand coins as a deposit, I can get it for you."

Aslan suddenly smiled.

"Happy cooperation, tomorrow I will ask my people to bring the deposit."

Wen Tai nodded in doubt. He would never make any movements before seeing the deposit.

The two chatted immediately, except that Wen Tai was asking questions from start to finish, and Aslan was answering. He was still indifferent and put on the air because of Aslan’s superior virtue. , But made Wen Taixin a little bit.

When it was twelve o'clock, Su Lin followed Aslan and the others out of the dance hall with a little nervousness, and walked towards the hotel next door, which was also Wentai's property.

Both Cain and Leto couldn’t stand it, but looking at Aslan’s breezy appearance, they could only restrain from following behind him. Before reaching the hotel entrance, there was a group of guys holding sticks in their hands. When he came over, the head of the man was still supporting the thug who was dismissed by Leto.

Aslan suddenly became interested, is this a temptation from Wen Tai?

"You disabled my brother, this matter..."

Before the other party's words were finished, Leto stretched out his hand and twisted the other's neck, then threw the corpse aside, looking at the remaining people around him.

"If you don't want to die, let Laozi stay away."

Reto said domineeringly, and glanced at everyone around him with a fierce look, but no one dared to look up at him. Reto just took a step, and the surrounding thugs immediately dispersed.