FVN Chapter 170
Chapter 170
There is a seven-story white building next to the slums in the western suburbs of Delhi, where the headquarters of the Punjab Tiger Gang is located.
When Mibapong came here again, he still felt a little trembling in his heart.
In a small seven-story building, there are three steps for one post and five steps for one post.
Each of these people was armed with guns, and there was evil spirit in their eyes. They looked at people like a knife, as if they were estimating where to cut the knife.
This kind of look is very familiar to Mibapeng, the guy who has killed someone has such a look.
Miba swallowed with disheveled hair, and was only slightly relieved when he saw Cui Meng, the death squad beside him.
Someone gave a cold snort and searched Mibapeng’s body. After finding no weapons, he shouted, “Come up!”
The two walked up the street and walked into a hall.
The hall is huge, decorated like a temple. There are several statues of gods enshrined in it, but Mibapong doesn’t know them. I just feel that these statues have different expressions and are carved so lifelike that they are obviously made by master sculptors.
An old man sat cross-legged under the statue.
Seeing him, Mibapeng put his hands together: “I’ve seen the high priest.”
This old man is the master behind the scenes of the Punjab Tiger Gang, and the leader of 100,000 Sikh believers, the High Priest Setif.
Setif also put his hands together and returned a salute.
“Mr. High Priest, I’m here to discuss with you what happened last time. Your conditions last time were too embarrassing for us to accept. Maybe we can change the transaction method.”
A smile appeared on Setif’s haggard face: “Tell me, what is your so-called trading method?”
Mibapeng: “You sell the land to Umbrella Company, and we will give you a generous price. For example, five million dollars.”
Setif: “Five million U.S. dollars, the current price of U.S. dollars to rupees is 1 to 74. Five million U.S. dollars is 370 million rupees. Mr. Mibapon, from a commercial point of view, the price you gave is not bad. It’s fair…”
Mibapong was overjoyed, but Setif suddenly changed his voice: “But this is only from a commercial point of view. Mr. Mibapong, you have overlooked one point. This is not just a house, and it is not just a tiger gang. The headquarters of the Sikhs. This is still our Sikh shrine, which places our faith. No amount of money can buy it.”
Mibapong was taken aback for a moment, and then said: “High Priest, with 370 million rupees, you can build a grander temple. Let more believers worship at the same time. Isn’t it better?”
The high priest waved his hand, “Material compensation cannot make up for the spiritual loss. The reason why our Sikhism can survive under the suppression of the Indian religion and have been passed down for hundreds of years is not because of our material wealth, but because of our Spiritual richness and firmness in trust.”
Mibapong felt like he was talking to a duck. Sighing, “So, this negotiation is going to fail after all.”
He stood up, put his hands together and was about to say goodbye.
The high priest Setif suddenly spoke again: “Actually, there are other ways.”
Mibapeng was taken aback: “Is there any other way?”
The high priest said: “I heard that Mr. Han Su, the boss of your umbrella company, is a hero in the world. If Mr. Han Su can join my Sikh religion, I can not only offer this temple, but also the hundreds of thousands of men under my command. , can be handed over to Mr. Han Su for command. If Mr. Han Su is interested in my position as the high priest, I can also offer it with both hands.”
Mibapong was taken aback for a moment, but he didn’t expect Setif to make such a condition.
“Sorry, High Priest. I can’t make decisions on behalf of the boss.”
Setif smiled slightly, and he took out a file bag. “I understand. But please give this invitation to Mr. Han Su, and say that I look forward to meeting him.”
Mibapeng took the document, clasped his hands together to salute, and left.
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Umbrella Company, Han Su held the document bag and said with a joking smile, “This is so interesting about Setif. I only want a piece of land from them, but he actually wants to subdue me.”
Everyone behind him laughed together, and they all lamented the other party’s whimsy.
Han Su shook his head and opened the file bag.
The first thing that imprinted in the eyes was a stack of photos.
The scene in the first photo is very familiar to Han Su. Tomato’s suburban villa, to be precise, was the house of Su Chen’s family back then.
The second photo is the layout of Su Chen’s home.
The third photo is a photo of an acquaintance, who is obese, well-dressed, looks like some high-ranking people.
This person is surprisingly the real estate tycoon He Dachang.
Back then, Han Su personally took action to arrest He Dachang and lock him in the basement of a villa in the suburbs. He Dachang died after a human body magnetic enhancement experiment was carried out on him. Han Su had long forgotten about this person.
I didn’t expect to see He Dachang’s photo here.
“｀ 々 Interesting, really interesting.” Han Su sneered, flipping through the fourth photo.
This is another photo of a small farm villa, which was Han Su’s secret base in Tomato back then.
The fifth, sixth, and seventh photos are all of the underground laboratories in the secret base.
When Han Su brought Su Chen to Bangkok, he abandoned this underground laboratory. Most of the equipment inside has been destroyed, but there is no handle left.
The remaining few photos are photos of Han Su’s early activities. Some are in the rice noodle shop, and some are in the Daxiang football team. There are also photos of Han Su and Wang Duoyu together.
These photos basically cover Han Su’s early trajectory. If it is shown at the beginning, it can have a great impact on him and even threaten Han Su.
But at this time, Han Su has grown into a towering tree, and these things are useless.
“Is this a warning, or a gesture of favor?”
Han Su stuffed the photo back into the (promised Zhao) file bag, and rubbed his fingers lightly on the surface of the file bag. His heart moved, and he held up the file bag to face the sun.
Under the sunlight, a large letter appeared on the surface of the empty document bag: q物.
“It turned out to be organization Q?” Han Su was surprised, he almost forgot about this organization. I didn’t expect this guy to pop out suddenly like this, or in such an unexpected way.
Si Nuo saw that Han Su’s expression was different, and asked, “Sir, what happened?”
Han Su chuckled: “I was missed by a group of mice.”
He handed the file bag to Si Nuo: “Do you still remember the Q organization I told you about?”
Si Nuo nodded: “I remember. You said that this underground organization likes to recruit detectives, and the purpose is also to become a god.”
“Well. It appeared. This high priest of Setif should also be a member of the Q organization. It seems that the Q organization still wants to recruit me.”.