Mumbai.

If there is still the last contrast between the devil and the angel in this world, it must be Mumbai.

Extremely rich and at the top of poverty, there are no slums here, but there are slums everywhere, there are no rich people here, but the consumption here is one of the best in Asia.

This is the financial center of Asia. From a neutral perspective, the white elephant is so rubbish!

Stella Wang walked on this street, with garbage and shit. He worked in Mumbai for several years and still couldn't stand the habit of eating with his shitty hands. When he saw a street stall, he even wanted to vomit. Who knew if there would be any mixture stuck inside.

His current identity is a "person in charge" sent by the French company, and the background of the company is the Federation. Until more than a month ago, the organization came to him and asked him to serve as the legal person of a company with a registered address in Spain. All he had to do was bribe a few local talented people.

Every day, gifts are delivered to the door, which is aimed at the hobbies of these people. For example, if someone likes cultural relics, he will take out cultural relics from the Gupta dynasty to the door. If he likes money, it will be easier to get it and send a check.

Stella Wang is not a serious person. He is just timid. He dare not do many tasks of the Federation to fight. He just goes up and becomes weak. But he is good at eloquence and shameless. He once and a foreign roommate successfully defrauded 150,000 US dollars in 1989. He was a rich man who was deeply involved in a lawsuit. In order to deceive him, Stella Wang also took the lawyer's certificate exam. This spirit is simply shocking.

Later, when I went in and after I came out, the Federation also fell in love with him and kept him. If nothing was useless, I would have kicked him away long ago.

There are talents everywhere. Oranges grow in the south and oranges grow in the north and tangerines grow in the north.

As soon as he walked back to his rental apartment, the old man who was guarding the door below called him, "Your phone number, Mr. Stella."

"My?" Stella Wang was stunned, then he picked up, and said to the other side, "Now you can leave Mumbai. You have already made $100,000 in your card. You can find a place to hide first. You don't have to do anything now, just play."

so good?

The other party hung up after he finished speaking. Stella Wang was stunned and happy. He thanked the old man, ran into the elevator, and quickly packed his clothes. He was smart here, and you can do whatever you told you to do. Don't hesitate, run quickly, he left with his things, and the old man who was guarding the door was full of doubts. Why did he get off as soon as he got up, but he didn't care about his affairs. Anyway, just don't get in.

Not long after King Stella left, several Asans walked in, took out a photo, and asked the old man who was watching the door if he had seen this person.

The above is King Stella.

"He just went out." The old man said, looking up and down at the other party. These people were obviously not ordinary people.

"Does he live here?"

"Yes, it's the residents here."

Several people looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and left directly. After walking out, they called in the car, "We confirmed that others were not in the apartment, and the guardian said that he had just left."

The person on the opposite side said kindness, and after giving a few instructions, he hung up the phone.

Mohandas Kalamchand Akba frowned. He was a typical Brahmin, which was one of the reasons why he was able to sit in this position. He was the military's procuratorial director of the weapons procurement, mainly to find out whether there were any money transactions during procurement. The reason why he looked for Stella. King was that this batch of orders was decided by him!

At that time, he was going to the hospital to take care of his mother. As soon as he entered the hospital, he met Stella Wang. The first side of the two was by the urinary pool.

Then, the other party handed him a check worth 10,000 US dollars and said directly, "Meet, Mr. Akbar."

Later, he adhered to the belief that "all the worlds are friends", and he made a fuss with the other party and accepted the check. The other party said that he was a broker, that is, a middle-man. When Mao Xiong died, a "friend" dug up a group of corners and asked Akbar if he wanted it, fresh goods, without any problems, and had a hundred-year warranty.

It also stated that this batch of goods can be given to Akbana on the second floor.

Akbar said that he would think about it. In the next few days, Stella Wang came to him patiently every day. Under the "friendship" offensive, he promised to help and take out an order first and try the other party's moisture.

Of course, I want to check the other party's bottom.

However, just living in an ordinary apartment, isn’t it…a bit too low-key?

Just as he was thinking deeply, the phone on the table rang and he answered, "Hello, who?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Akba." There was a very refreshing male voice across the street. "I am Mr. Stella Wang's assistant. He suddenly needs to deal with something, so I will take responsibility for you."

After all, King Stella has been in jail, so this is still a bit of a breakthrough point. He needs to be bold and careful when opening the situation. This is not so important afterwards, and he will disappear for a while.

Akbar was stunned and a little unhappy, "The business has not been completed yet, so I just replaced people like this, which makes me doubt your reality."

The opponent was not panicked, "Please don't be angry. We have contacted the other party. The seller said yes, I will send you the price list. As for Stella, King, it is just a very important thing that needs to be handled, business matters." This also emphasizes business matters. This mist ball made Akbar start to think a lot. Could it be that the business there is bigger than what he did? So, he left at this critical moment?

This thought gradually became more and more diligent. The more I thought about it, the more I determined my thoughts in my heart. Akbar couldn't help but wonder, "Can I know where he went?"

"middle East".

Akbar suddenly realized that the place was indeed richer than what he had here.

His tone was slightly slower, "Okay, send me the price list."

"Please wait."

After Akba hung up the phone, about two minutes later, the printer rang automatically, and then a piece of paper slowly "pulled" out of it.

He took it over casually, took a look like this, and he swore, just glanced like this, and his eyes suddenly became wide open.

Sam costs 6:3.5 million US dollars each, with a missile.

9K33 air defense vehicle: US$5.1 million.

…

Akbar suddenly had a bunch of slangs that cursed people out of it. What a joke, this price!

Didn’t you embarrass him?

He had a dark face, picked up a pen, and changed the price of Sam 6 to 4.2 million US dollars per vehicle, plus 300,000 US dollars to 1 shell, 9K33 air defense vehicle: 6 million US dollars.

This is how decent it is.
Chapter completed!