Looking directly at Bronte's aggressive eyes, Roche understood that he could not reach an agreement with such a person who cared about his authority over everything.

What Bronte wants is not compromise, but surrender!

In Los Angeles, Rorschach has dealt with mercenaries, gang bosses, government departments, and business tycoons, and he also knows such people very well.

Compared with the capital of Los Angeles, the western part with imperfect legal system is more rough and primitive.

As long as a trace of weakness is revealed, the enemy will rush up like a bloodthirsty hyena and tear him to pieces.

Even if he takes a step back, compromises with Bronte, and allows him to invest in his own company and get a share of the pie, Bronte will never stop. Instead, he will feel that Rorschach is weak and can be bullied, and he will become more and more aggressive!

I want to invest in his company today, and I will take over his company tomorrow, and even all his property must be handed over the next day.

The best way to deal with a hyena is to use a hunting rifle to hit its forehead and tell it:

"You've messed with the wrong person!"

Having made a decision in his heart, Rorschach pretended to be hesitant on the surface and asked:

"I understand... If I promise your investment, can the factory be lifted and production resumed?"

Upon hearing this, Bronte's eyes lit up, he smiled, and said in Italian to the two subordinates beside him:

"You see, young people are young people after all. After all, they will lose their inch if they scare him a little."

Amid the laughter of his subordinates, Bronte turned his head, took a sip of the cigar, then raised his chin and replied proudly:

"Of course! In St. Denis, who dares to seize my factory?!"

After performing his inner struggle, Rorschach finally compromised with Bronte:

"Okay. But I need time to think about it."

This answer obviously satisfied Bronte.

He reached out and patted Rorschach on the shoulder twice, "Of course, of course... Tonight, you can enjoy it first, and get along with these vulgar scumbags!"

"Then, you'll miss the town where the smell of dung is everywhere, and the cheap perfume on those whores..."

"Then, you come to my residence and tell you the reply. You know where I live..."

Upon hearing this, Rorschach nodded and forced a smile, "Okay, Mr. Bronte, then I won't bother you."

The moment he turned around and left the balcony, the false smile on Roxa's face disappeared instantly.

Take Joe and Johnson away from the second floor and come to the garden on the first floor.

In the garden, the well-dressed upper class people were like dolls coming out of the same template.

They all held a glass of wine in their hands and started talking big when they caught someone.

Rauscher did not go to deal with anyone, but wandered straight at various buffet tables and enjoyed the food at the banquet.

The banquet is indeed very luxurious.

Even all kinds of gourmet snacks are exquisite and delicious.

Just as Rorschach grabbed the third fresh oyster and put it in his mouth, Johnson, who had just witnessed a big shot in his own eyes, finally couldn't help but ask:

"Boss, are you really not going to do anything else, just compromise with this Italian bastard?"

As soon as these words came out, even Qiao, who had been silent, rolled his eyes and looked at the young employer.

In his impression, this handsome and kind-looking young man is not the kind of person who gives up or admits defeat easily...

Hearing Johnson's words did not slow down Rorschach's movements of drying his hands.

He just picked up a portion of salted smoked salmon and replied casually:

"Compromise? Who said I want to compromise?"

compromise?

He is Rorsch!

Rorschach’s life motto is never compromise!!!

Rorschach's answer made Joe's mouth slightly curled, but Johnson was confused:

"But, you were on it just now..."

"Don't worry, I've already thought of a way to restore production in the factory without compromise. It's rare to come to the banquet, so don't stand stupidly, go and meet some people, or eat something..."

Seeing Roxa looking completely free of psychological burden or unhappy, Johnson opened his mouth and did not continue to ask.

He followed Roxar for more than two months.

He also knew that this young boss never did anything he was unsure of.

Chicken rolls, baked snails, grilled beef steaks, truffle guinea fowl pie…

After tasting all the food at the banquet and watching the fireworks performances of this era, Rorschach, who had enough food and drink, left this luxurious upper-class banquet with Johnson and Joe.

...

The next day.

Rorschach took Joe and came directly to the south of St. Dennis, near Flavian Street on the Lanahhechi River.

Bronte's mansion is located here.

When he arrived at the big iron gate at the main entrance of the mansion, a man in a suit and a gun under his armpit immediately looked at the two of them.

At the same time, his hand couldn't help but put it on the gun holster under his armpit.

"Announcing, I made an appointment with Mr. Bronte."

"Who are you?"

"Rochelle Arnos."

“Wait here.”

After leaving this sentence, my brother turned around and walked into the mansion.

After a while, he walked out of the inside and opened the big iron door directly.

The man first looked Rorschach and Joe up and down, and then confirmed that there was no threat between them, then he said in awkward English full of accents, "Mr. Bronte is waiting for you in the living room."

Following my younger brother, he walked into the mansion. Under the warning eyes of several guards, Rorsch came to the living room.

Seeing Rorschach sitting on the sofa, Brontë, dressed in casual clothes, immediately put down the newspaper in his hand and opened his hands:

"Ha, my friend, you're here..."

After a few greetings, Bronte asked straight to the point: "So, are you here to tell me the answer I want to hear?"

"Yes, Mr. Brontë, I'm willing to accept your investment..."

After Rorschach agreed to the conditions for Bronte's investment and investment, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became much more harmonious.

"Bravo (Great)! You made a wise choice and I'll send someone to the mayor later and let the police officers at the entrance of the factory go back."

"Okay, thank you very much."

After saying that, Roche couldn't help but look around and put on a curious look, "I have to say, Mr. Bronte, your mansion is more stylish than the mayor's mansion. I also want to have such a mansion in the future. Can I visit it?"

Having just defended his supreme authority in Saint Denis, Bronte was in a good mood, raised his hand without hesitation and agreed:

"Of course! Pierre, take Mr. Arnos around."
Chapter completed!