Luke tapped his fingers on the Coke bottle. “I think I asked you at the time if this information could help me find my target, and you said yes.”
Wiseau: "Fifty-four people, twelve of them showed up, that's not enough. What else do you want? When did I guarantee that it was 100% correct?"
Luke chuckled. "Out of the fifty-four, twenty-five of them don't even have any combat records. The other ten... Mechanic, Justice, Executioner, White Ghost? Haha, you just wrote down those nicknames from urban legends! Do you think my time is worthless by doing this?"
Weisuo frowned and said, "If you are not satisfied, go find someone else to buy intelligence from next time and see who can meet your requirements. Bye."
Luke sighed, took out his cell phone and sent a text message, then put the phone back in his pocket and started drinking his Coke.
Weisuo was dissatisfied: "Didn't you hear me? You can leave now."
Luke gestured to the Coke in his hand: "I paid for it, are you sure you want to kick me out?"
Visuo moved his lips and finally swallowed the words "yes" that were about to come out of his mouth.
He felt something was wrong.
This young man has an unnatural attitude.
After spending 20,000 US dollars to buy half a set of fake information and then being rejected by him like this, Luke didn't even seem angry.
Too many people were bluffing or holding grudges in front of him, but he had been in this business for many years and could easily tell the difference.
Wiseau was a little hesitant.
A few minutes later, Luke's cell phone rang. He picked it up, said a few words, and turned to look at the door.
Soon, two people walked in from the door.
Seeing Luke smiling and waving at them at the bar, the two of them also walked over and sat down with a smile.
Luke: "John, Joe, what do you want to drink? It's my treat today."
John McClane is still wearing the same flowered shirt and thick jacket, and still looks lazy and indifferent about everything.
Joe Lambert was wearing a baggy suit without a tie and his buttons were unbuttoned, revealing a line of chest hair. Combined with his strong physique and facial features of Indian descent, he looked very wild.
Weisuo remained silent.
He could see that these two guys were not easy to deal with, but there were many tough guys in this bar and he had never been afraid of them.
John and Joe ordered a whiskey on the rocks and a beer respectively.
While Weisuo was hesitating, Luke had already thrown a hundred-dollar bill into the glass jar: "What? You don't want to do business anymore?"
Weisuo's mind raced, but he still started serving the wine.
Everything is fake, but the hundred-dollar bill is not fake.
While chatting and laughing with Luke, John poured the whiskey that had just been placed in front of him into his mouth.
"Puff!" He turned his head suddenly and sprayed out half a mouthful of whiskey in his mouth.
Qiao calmly drank his beer: "What's wrong? Did you drink too much last night and now you feel sick?"
John wiped the corner of his mouth and didn't answer. He looked at Luke suspiciously, but saw that he was smiling.
John looked at the whiskey in his hand again and said hesitantly, "Luke, this... isn't your 'surprise' for me? This joke isn't funny at all."
Luke shrugged. "No, the whiskey here has always been like this."
John was stunned.
Joe also noticed something unusual, took the whiskey and smelled it, then laughed out loud: "Except for the color, this is similar to whiskey in every other way."
Luke then took out a few hundred dollar bills and threw them all into the glass jar: "Here, bring me all the wine you have."
Visso didn't move this time.
Luke raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you discriminating against us customers? Then don't blame me for complaining to you."
Weisuo frowned, his eyes wandered for a moment, but he could only serve the wine.
He probably understood that Luke was looking for trouble.
If he directly kicks people out, the other party can actually complain about him.
No one here takes the law seriously, but this is New York after all, not the wilderness, and basic social rules must still be followed.
After more than ten minutes, John and Joe were having a great time.
"Hmm, this doesn't smell like oak, but it smells like rubber. It's amazing."
"Here, try this. Plastic-tasting tequila, I've never had anything like it in my life."
"Hey, this actually looks like it was mixed with laundry detergent."
"What the hell is this? Why do I feel like I'm drinking toilet cleaner?"
"Oh, you drank toilet cleaner. No wonder your body looks more and more like a toilet."
"You should drink toilet cleaner because your mouth stinks like a toilet."
Wisuo's face was full of black lines, while Luke and Selina were smiling as they watched the two middle-aged men with a bad taste talking nonsense there.
Wade felt that the atmosphere was not good, so he stood up and slipped away, but was stopped by Luke: "Wait a moment, it will be good for our future cooperation."
Wade hesitated for a moment, but finally succumbed to the financial power of his big customer.
Having been a mercenary for so long, he certainly knows the truth that things happen in front of people and behind their backs.
Since the two of them hadn't met, he could have simply not answered the phone and could have just said his phone was broken.
If you do something wrong after meeting each other, it will lead to a fall out.
He hasn't even warmed up the ten thousand dollars in his pocket yet. If he falls out with Luke now, he might lose his big customer.
No matter who he falls out with, he never wants to fall out with money.
After John and Joe had enough fun, Luke said, "Let's get down to business."
The smiles on John and Joe's faces disappeared, and they no longer paid attention to the strange-tasting drinks.
Luke: "Do you remember what I mentioned to you in the text message?"
John glanced at Wiseau, raised the corner of his mouth, and said in that classic nonchalant tone: "Is this the guy who wants to cheat you?"
Qiao also looked at Visuo: "He is indeed a habitual offender of selling fake goods. None of the wines are real."
John coughed: "The beer you drank must be real."
Qiao Hehe: "When it comes to stuff that's priced at 5.99, how does he cost it? Does he add water to it? That won't even cover the labor costs."
The corners of Visuo's mouth twitched, and he was speechless.
This is indeed the case. If the price difference of beer was not that big, he would have poured fake beer into the beer anyway.
John turned his head and looked at Luke: "What do you want to do? Let him go to jail or take him back and teach him a lesson?"
Luke shook his head. "We are law-abiding citizens. Well, I heard that you have old friends in the ATF (Agency of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives)?"
John didn't take it seriously: "Though those with whom I have a very good relationship are useless, there are still three or five people who can say hello."
Luke pointed to the pile of fake wine in front of the group and said, "This stuff should belong to them, right?"
John scratched his increasingly upward hairline. “The ones I know are mainly in charge of weapons and explosives, but I can call them and ask.”
As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and made two calls.
The first one hung up after a few sentences, and the second one said several sentences before he looked at Luke and asked, "How far do you think it will go?"