More than an hour later.
Atlanta Foreign Affairs Desk.
Jasmine successfully arranged for the honorary Duke Cyril Sack and his servants, and walked out of the reception door with a cold face, followed closely by her subordinates.
At this time, Jasmine was in a very bad mood. As she came into contact with Cyril Sack more during the arrangement process, she found that he was friendly on the surface, but the hidden meaning of his words was always making things difficult and stumbling, making it difficult for people to guard against. Typical old fox style.
The process of arranging the other party only lasted an hour, but she got angry at least three times in her heart. If she hadn't suppressed it in time, she might have torn Cyril Sack's bones on the spot.
Standing outside the reception desk, Jasmine's eyes were cold, obviously her anger had not dissipated, and she was very unhappy.
Her subordinate, the sturdy Hulk, walked up and took a look at Jasmine's expression. He was obviously dissatisfied with Cyril Sack. He looked up at the sky and asked, "Princess, it will get dark in a while. Do you want to sneak in while it's dark and kill that nasty old white-haired man inside to relieve your anger? Anyway, this is Atlanta City, it's our territory, and the reception desk is also full of our people, escorting each other The soldiers who came were left outside the city, not afraid of failure.”
"Don't mess around with me!" After hearing this, Jasmine glared at Hulk angrily, "I am indeed angry, and I do want to kill him, but this time is different from the special envoy last time. I really want to kill him. The chaos will be huge. So, even if you are angry, you must endure it. If you dare to make your own decisions for me, I will kill you first, do you understand?"
Hulk shrank his neck and nodded obediently: "I know... I know."
"Princess."
At this time, the wizard Su slowed down for a while, walked out of the reception door, shouted and walked to Jasmine, holding a piece of paper full of words in her hand.
Jasmine glanced at Su, frowned and asked, "Didn't I ask you to stay in and watch Cyril Sack? Why did you come out?"
"I don't want to do this either, princess." Su shrugged, "But the guy inside didn't like me at all. He felt that my strength was not worthy of 'protecting' him, so he kicked me out. Of course, to put it nicely, it was 'Sending' me out is the same as 'sending' you, princess."
"Then what is that in your hand?"
"This." Su raised the paper in his hand and said with a mocking smile, "I almost forgot to mention that although the guy inside kicked me out, he didn't forget to ask me to bring you a list. Everything written on it is He feels that our reception needs improvement, and he hopes that we can improve it as soon as possible, otherwise it will be very unsuitable for people of his status to live."
"Hmph, there are a lot of problems. I really don't know if I would still have requirements for a coffin if I died..." Hulk snorted.
Jasmine's eyes widened, and Hulk quickly shut up.
"Princess, do you want me to read this to you?" Su asked from the side.
"Read it." Jasmine responded expressionlessly.
"Okay, cough." Su Qing cleared her throat and started reading, "First of all, there are the small aspects. For example, the wood of the floor is not good, it is too old, it makes strange noises when you step on it, and needs to be replaced. The walls are uneven, the paint is uneven, and there is a musty smell. , the walls should be cleaned and repainted. The decoration is too cheap and needs to be replaced with more precious ones... Then there are the bigger aspects, the garden vegetation is too few and too ordinary, and has no relaxing effect at all. The bedroom is too small and needs to be expanded... bigger In terms of safety, the stone slabs paving the ground in the yard are all too smooth and easy to fall... "
Su kept talking.
Jasmine heard half of it and said with a cold face: "It seems that the honorary Duke of Xia Yalai is not satisfied with the reception area we arranged and wants to tear down the entire reception area and rebuild it."
"That's more or less it." Su spread his hands, "Actually, I think he did it on purpose. He wanted us to arrange for him to meet Lord Richard as soon as possible."
"I can think of that."
"Then princess, what are we going to do with these requests of his?"
"Don't worry about it." Jasmine said coldly, "There are too many problems. I can't help but love you. Just let it go."
"Really, princess?" Su blinked and said hesitantly, "Isn't this a bit too... disrespectful?"
"That's true..." Jasmine pondered for a moment, then thought about it, "I still have to give you a superficial face, but you can't really satisfy the other party. Let's do this. I'll find a way to meet all the other party's requirements, but I can't give more than a day. He is satisfied with one thing. For example, today, I will change the floor for him first and try one floor after another until he is satisfied. But before the floor change is completed, I will hold off all other requests. If you ask, Just tell him we have limited manpower.”
"Yes, princess, I understand."
"Well, let's do it like this." Jasmine waved her hand and muttered to herself viciously, "I don't believe that I can't defeat Shalin in my own territory? You want to cause trouble for me, huh, I see this You’re just asking for trouble.”
After finishing her words, Jasmine quickly walked away into the distance.
…
In the blink of an eye, a few days later, it was July.
Atlanta Foreign Affairs Desk.
In the reception area, in a luxurious living room with new floors that had just been replaced, Cyril Sack stepped on the floor and paced back and forth.
After walking around for a few times, he stopped and looked at the waiting servant with his light blue eyes.
It was a dark-skinned man, very strong. When he noticed Cyril Sack looking at him, he quickly bent down and made a listening gesture and asked: "Sir, do you have anything to tell me?"
"Ako, have you not received any news from Salin yet? What are the arrangements for my meeting with Lord Richard?" Cyril Sack asked.
"Sir, I just called you again this morning, but... Salin kept saying that they would try their best to make arrangements and continue to contact Lord Richard, but they refused to tell us an accurate date, saying that they would just let us wait patiently." Ke's servant said.
"Patience?!" Cyril Sack snorted coldly and said angrily, "I'm already patient enough. It's just a small matter like changing the floor. I've been fiddling with it for a week, laying it out, dismantling it, and laying it again. Did I say something? But having said that, no matter how good your patience is, there is a limit. I can't wait indefinitely. After a while, you can urge Sarin's people again and ask them to arrange a meeting in the near future at all costs. this matter."
"Understood, sir, I'll hurry up right away." The servant Akko said. Then he thought of something and reminded, "By the way, sir, it's already noon. How about... you have lunch first?"
"That's fine." Cyril Sack nodded, sorted out his mood, and walked towards the dining room connected to the living room.
"jingle!"
The servant Akko pulled the rope hanging in the corner of the restaurant. Immediately there was movement outside the door, and a group of servants quickly brought the prepared meals to the table.
Cyril Sack sat down at the dining table and took a look at the things on the table. He found that they were all ordinary items such as capons, roasted birds, stewed meats, etc., which were not in line with his light taste at all. He frowned and said: " I didn’t ask you to tell Sarin that I don’t like eating these things, why are you still cooking them like this for me, are they deaf?”
"My lord, they are not deaf." After hearing what he said, Akko showed an embarrassed expression and said hesitantly: "My lord, actually... this is made by our own people. Yesterday at noon, you took the chef at the reception After a scolding, Sarin withdrew the other party and did not send a new one. He said that he was working hard to select a chef who meets your requirements and it will take some time."