Morse? Uri? Dekabi doesn't like people calling him Yuri directly. Generally, he would ask others to call him Mr. Morse.
Especially after these few days... He felt like he had a weird dream.
In the dream, he stayed in the detention room of the police station inexplicably because he was wronged... But the reality is that he has been secretly planning with a guy named Brubov during this period of time. Yefim things.
In fact, the plan was eventually completed.
"Brubov, congratulations, you will soon become the new Duma, and the House of Commons needs someone as outstanding as you."
It's not in Decaby's manor, but in a restaurant box in the city.
"Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Morse." Brubov was a little more calm than Morse imagined, and he could even be described as taciturn at this banquet.
Moreover, Brubov doesn't drink at all... This seems to be very rare for Russian men.
Brubov looked at Morse at this time, and said indifferently: "The appointment should come down within the next two months. At that time, I will propose a shipping modification plan to the parliamentarians, and I will strive for more preferential treatment for you." 'company's."
"Hahahaha! Brubov, I like your pragmatic personality." Morse squinted his eyes and said happily: "However, work is work, and when it's time to relax, you still need to relax. I will give Brubov Mr. Bove has a couple of nice girls..."
"If there is nothing else, I'll go back to the company first." Unexpectedly, Brubov stood up suddenly at this moment, looked at Morse and said, "Just keep in touch."
Morse's face remained unchanged, revealing a regretful sigh. "If that's the case, then I look forward to having dinner with Mr. Brubov next time."
Brubov just nodded, then sorted out his clothes... as neat as when he came, and left just now followed by bodyguards.
"Tsk. This Brubov reminds me of the Germanic nation." Morse took a sip of red wine, "not an authentic Russian."
"Sir, Brubov is of very orthodox Russian descent, there should be nothing wrong with this." The old butler reminded in time.
Morse shrugged and said, "I said it feels... I hate this kind of guy who is almost rigid."
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Morse said in a low voice at this time: "You go and arrange some people to work in Brubov's company. I don't like what Brubov said, so I thought it was something."
"clear."
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"Boss, do you really intend to continue working with the Decaby family?" The secretary sitting upright in the car suddenly asked.
Brubov opened his eyes slowly with his eyes closed. He looked out of the car window and asked suddenly, "What is this place?"
The secretary could only say: "We're almost at Tverskaya Street."
"Stop it, I want to get out of the car and walk around." Brubov ordered softly.
The secretary had no choice but to ask the driver in front to find a place on the street and stop. After getting out of the car, Brubov said suddenly: "Just wait for me here, I want to walk alone."
"Boss, this is too dangerous." The secretary frowned.
Tverskaya Street is filled with a large number of shops, restaurants and hotels. It is a place where tourists and locals like to spend. The turnover of people is too high. Naturally, there will be many pickpockets and the like. The secretary is not worried about the safety of her boss.
"Have you forgotten what I did before?" Brubov patted the secretary on the shoulder and said calmly, "Just wait for me here."
The secretary has no choice. Of course he knew what his boss was doing before he went into business.
It's a soldier.
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If it is said that the club occupies the position of a real store in that commercial street in the city of Luoqiu, and at the same time it exists in the same location as the store in a different phase, then the club did not come Before the city where Luo Qiu was located, it should also have its own place to stay.
"Spice shop?"
"Yes, this is the address the club was before the move."
Boss Luo took a good look at this small shop that sells spices from different parts of the world... well, mainly in Europe.
Anyway, he didn't really believe that the previous boss was in such a state that he didn't leave the boudoir for half a step, so he would deliberately choose such a place as his business place.
So... it was probably chosen by the maid.
Luo Qiu looked towards You Ye curiously... The maid just blinked her eyes, then tilted her head and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"
This... is this cute
Miss Maid of the club, is she doing business here once in a thousand years
"It's nothing." Luo Qiu just buried the appearance of the maid lady in his heart at this time, unwilling to say more, preferring to quietly admire Luo Qiu smiled and said: "It's rare to come back once, go buy some spices as a hand..."
But his speaking suddenly stopped like this, with a slight movement, Luo Qiu turned his gaze.
That's the feeling of a black card... and the black card reflects the emotions of the holder.
Not too strong, but vaguely, there is a feeling of wanting to meet each other. As if sensing what Boss Luo sensed, You Ye stopped her steps and cast a questioning look.
"Build a place for negotiation." Luo Qiu ordered slowly.
The maid nodded, her dark blue pupils were like the sea, slightly bright... Looking at You Ye's eyes, Luo Qiu couldn't help thinking of the day when he was the first and only time he came to the club as a guest.
She is still so charming.
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Gradually, Brubov realized that something was wrong, and the number of pedestrians around him seemed to be decreasing all the time.
It's a little weird, it's not that he walked to a place with few people, but that people disappeared one by one in front of him, but the street is still the same street.
All around, from the ground, some gray mist began to emerge. Brubov subconsciously reached out and pressed his chest.
In the inner pocket of the suit against his chest, there is a secret that he does not intend to tell anyone in his life... He subconsciously quickened his pace, and finally came to a small shop selling spices.
This is the small shop... Every once in a while, he would subconsciously pass by this small shop, and then stand quietly for a while.
Many times, he has basically gained nothing. And this time... he saw something different.
Everything in the small shop seemed to be still... as if entering the slit of time and space.
He didn't see the owner, nor did he see any more customers... except for a man and a woman. The man had his back turned to him, looking at the merchandise on a display case.
As for that girl...
"Miss You Ye! Long time no see."
Brubov took a deep breath and looked up, as if hesitating for a moment, but still stepped into the spice shop.
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"It's been a long time, Mr. Brubov." The maid greeted her with a smile.
Brubov said seriously at this time: "Since that time, I have passed by here many times, but..."
"The club has moved away from here for a while." You Ye still said with a professional smile: "However, if the desire to trade as a customer is strong enough, it is entirely possible to come to our store ... Mister Brubov, probably just hesitates around here every time?"
Brubov smiled wryly and said, "Twenty years ago, after I spent my love and got enough funds... until now, I am still single."
He shook his head and said: "Over the years, although there are many outstanding women around me, they can't make my heart move. I think my hesitation is not without reason."
"That's it." You Ye nodded and didn't speak, but quietly turned around and looked at the back of his master.
Only then did Brubov take a deep breath, and said seriously, "Long time no see, shopkeeper."
"But I don't think we met formally. Mr. Brubov . . . did we?"
Although I only saw you a few days ago and you couldn't see me, Boss Luo still thought to himself: Long time no see with you... (.)