"So" Bo Qichen raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was not afraid of anything.
"So Young Master Bo, it's better to hand over the things."
Bo Qichen snorted coldly: "The imperial capital has the right to trade arms ziyou for three years, do you think it can be given to you so casually" If you trade for three years, then it is very likely that the imperial capital will be in a mess and become more and more insecure.
"No, no, no."
At this time, the British man stretched out a finger, and then shook it in front of Bo Qichen.
After that, the man patted Bo Qichen's chair and walked around behind him, and his voice was slow: "How can three years be enough, how can it take five years" "Presumptuous" Bo Qichen frowned, and his dark eyes narrowed instantly.
He didn't expect them to dare to open their mouths.
"Heh" The British man raised his hand, and in an instant, more than a dozen people on the opposite side raised their guns, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Bo Qichen opposite.
The British man easily got the folder in Bo Qichen's hand.
Then he jumped away, trotted to the chair opposite, and then opened the file bag while opening his mouth proudly: "Young Master Bo, if you want to blame you, you are still too young, and you are too young" The tender word has not yet been spoken.
The British man looked at the dense Chinese on it, frowned, and smiled stiffly, although he is British, he has studied Chinese, so he knows Chinese.
Somewhat disbelieving, he pulled out the second piece of paper and looked at it.
The second piece of paper, frowning.
The third piece of paper, frowning.
The fourth sheet There are six sheets of paper in total, and none of them are contracts about the right to trade in arms "Master Bo, you trick me" With a bang, the British man waved the paper in his hand and threw it in front of Bo Qichen, although Bo Qichen didn't know what was going on, but judging from the change in the other party's expression, he probably guessed that the things inside were wrong.
Glancing at the words on a piece of paper in front of him, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
If I'm not mistaken, this is Yanyan's material, and a copy has always been in the bookcase in his study.
If memory serves, this document has been kept in the third cabinet on the left Bo Qichen firmly believes that he will not make a mistake, so there is only one possibility, that is, Yan Yanqi took it wrong at that time Thinking of this, the seventh master's first reaction was to frown, a little displeased, everything can be taken wrong, it is really careless.
But the second reaction was a slight sigh of relief, because if the contract and the declaration were in it, the other party could fill in the numbers on the contract at will, and as long as there was a declaration, he could write it for twenty years "Why, point a gun at the head of the seven heirs of the imperial capital, don't be afraid that I will raze your warehouse to the ground in the next second" Bo Qichen leaned back, not caring at all about the dozen or so qingzhi pointing at him on the opposite side, he firmly believed that the other party would not dare to shoot.
Kill him so openly, unless these people have no brains.
The British man scolded, and then he suddenly raised his hand, pressed the headphones in his ear, and then smiled, and the next second, he looked up at Bo Qichen again, and then walked into him: "I'm sorry, please ask Young Master Bo to go with me, and then I will let your people come to save you with the contract." ” Hearing this, Bo Qichen had no expression.
To be expected.
"Open the Chamber of Secrets."
As soon as the words fell, Bo Qichen casually glanced at the tunnel that had opened in the corner of the wall, and his face was still expressionless
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