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Although Zhang Feng put down his gun, the muzzle never left Ambrose's body.
He casually pulled a chair over and sat down. He took out a cigarette from his pocket with one hand and lit it. He took two slow puffs and then said with a sneer: "Mr. Ambrose, you should be able to guess my identity, right?"
"Are you the killer hired by that woman from China?" Ambrose asked.
Zhang Feng shook his head slightly and said: "No. If I had been the killer she found, you would be a dead person now, and we wouldn't be sitting down and chatting so calmly now."
Ambrose's eyelids twitched twice, and he cursed in his mind. It's a shame to have a gun pointed at each other during a good chat.
Ignoring his reaction, Zhang Feng continued: "To be precise, that jewelry company belongs to me, because the Chinese woman you mentioned is my woman. Can you understand what I say?"
Ambrose frowned slightly. No wonder he wanted to kill Carnegie and Dominic and make Alden useless, and now he was targeting himself, so that's it.
He said in a deep voice: "My adopted son Alden was too reckless in this matter. I will punish him well so that he will not think of the jewelry company again." He said this and directly took all the responsibility. It was all thrown onto Alden. The implication was that this matter had nothing to do with him, Ambrose.
"Hahaha." Zhang Feng laughed twice, but did not expose the lie that both of them knew well. He said with a smile: "That will cause trouble for Mr. Ambrose. However, this time I came to see Ambrose. Mr. Ross has something very important to talk about."
Ambrose frowned and said, "What exactly do you want to negotiate?"
"Actually, it's nothing. I'm often abroad, so if I want to find someone to help me keep the jewelry company safe, I think Mr. Ambrose is a very good candidate. What do you think?" Zhang Feng shrugged. He said casually.
Ambrose became more and more confused as he listened. He had made plans for a jewelry company, but now he wanted to keep the jewelry company by himself
"Can you trust me?"
"Of course
Believe it or not, after all, everyone has only one life, what do you think? Godfather Ambrose! "The smile on Zhang Feng's face has disappeared, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and his eyes are filled with murderous intent.
The reason why there is no plan to kill Ambrose is because if he kills Ambrose, the underground world in Paris will definitely be in chaos. A second godfather will appear by then, and someone might want to touch Zhuo Zhaoyun's jewelry. company. On the contrary, it is better to teach Ambrose a lesson and let him understand that there are some things that he cannot do.
"Are you threatening me?" Ambrose's face also turned cold, and his sinister eyes were firmly fixed on Zhang Feng. He was the godfather of Paris. When had he ever been threatened like this
Zhang Feng did not deny it, nodded and said: "You are right, I am threatening you with your life. As long as the jewelry company is harassed by the Paris underground world, regardless of whether it was instigated by you Ambrose or not, I will count you among them." on the head.”
Ambrose was about to speak, but Zhang Feng interrupted him and said, "Shut up! Ambrose, I don't have much ability, but I have many brothers who are desperate for their lives. And what about you? Your family is big and you have a big business. Parents, wives, children, and you, what about the first failure? What about the third time?”
Ambrose was so angry that he was shaking all over. He felt that the person in front of him was even more rogue than himself, and what he proposed was a domineering clause. As long as anything happened to the jewelry company, it would be on his head regardless of whether he did it or not.
"How about it? Godfather Ambrose. You have one minute to think about it." Zhang Feng's face regained its playful expression.
What Ambrose was secretly thinking about now was to kill the man in front of him in this way. Only in this way could he avoid future troubles. He could not risk his own safety, let alone the safety of his family. If he really allowed the man in front of him to leave safely, then he would have no choice but to succumb to his domineering terms.
Zhang Feng waited, knowing that Ambrose would definitely agree. As the old Chinese saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.
"Mr. Ambrose, you have ten seconds. Do you particularly want to kill me now? It's no use, my brother is in Africa, do you understand what I mean?"
Zhang Feng
The words were like the straw that broke the camel's back. Ambrose let out a sigh of relief and understood the meaning of Zhang Feng's words. Africa was a paradise for mercenaries.
"I can promise you! But I want 10% of the shares of the jewelry company!" Ambrose also showed his true nature as a tycoon. I can promise you to protect the safety of the jewelry company, but you can't give up everything.
"With ten percent of the shares, are you really a lion?" Zhang Feng's brows knitted together. Although the diamonds and gold obtained from Africa were considered a cost-free transaction, it still hurt to give him 10% of the company's shares.
Although hearing what he said, Ambrose knew that his life was saved, so he said: "As long as you give me 10% of your efforts, I guarantee that your jewelry company will not lose any jewelry from within. Moreover, I have been operating in Paris for 30 years, and the distribution channels I have in hand are not comparable to those of your women, and no one would dare to deliberately lower the price.”
Zhang Feng thought about it quickly. If he could really do this, then 10% of the shares would not be much.
After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "I'll give you 10% of the shares. Tomorrow you go to the jewelry company to sign the contract in person with the contract."
As he said that, he put down the pistol in his hand, stretched out the pistol stained red with blood, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ambrose, wish us a happy cooperation? I believe there are many areas where we can cooperate in the future, what do you think?"
The sinister look in Ambrose's eyes disappeared. He stretched out his hand without hesitation and held it with Zhang Feng's blood-red hand. He said, "It's a pleasure to work with you. I don't know what to call you yet?"
"Just call me Mr. Feng." Zhang Feng said casually.
Zhang Feng was sent out of the manor by Ambrose, and the two of them were more like close friends. The guard guarding the door stared at him in disbelief.
There are no permanent friends, but there are eternal interests.
In the face of sufficient interests, friends can turn against each other, and enemies can also shake hands and make peace.
Zhang Feng got into the car, started it, and drove quickly towards the hotel. Now that the jewelry company's external problems were solved, it was free to deal with the internal problems.