Chris nodded, "Someone provided them with weapons and equipment, and obviously added some chips?"

"Is it the Chinese soldier's death?" the mayor speculated.

"I'm afraid," Chris said, "but I have a good idea." Chris said with a ghost smile: "This may be a good negotiation price code."

"Negotiation price code?" The mayor opened his eyes wide, "Are you going to negotiate with China?" Then the mayor helped out and said, "You businessmen have only money in their hearts."

Lin Qiang followed Tan Ping and stayed in a hotel in Sangniu Market. Although it is known as the most luxurious hotel in the city, it is still much worse than the five-star hotel in China. This is really a terrible thing compared to the private residences of local chaebols.

"Do you only have women's underwear in your boat?" Tan Ping scratched his head, looking in a difficult look.

"There are some other textiles, which I think are almost the same." Lin Qiang spread his hands and expressed helplessness.

"Actually, underwear is pretty good, it's tropical here." Tan Ping comforted, "The demand for underwear is pretty good. Let's do this. I'll contact you with the boss of the chaebol and let him talk to you."

"Discuss business with me." Lin Qiang's face looked a little ugly, "I don't know how to do business."

"Have you learned the art of disguise when you were in the army?" Tan Ping looked contemptuous, "No matter what the superior thinks, he can't even disguise him, and he even disguises himself as a businessman."

Lin Qiang was belittled like this but could only give up a smile. He did not tell Tan Ping about the Chameleon plan. The task assigned to them by the troops was only to ask Tan Ping to be responsible for some foreign affairs of Lin Qiang in Moby, as a guide. Tan Ping only knew that he wanted to win over the government and chaebol people to negotiate with Lin Qiang, and he was not responsible for anything else.

"Let's do this, we will share the money for the underwear sold equally." Lin Qiang gave Tan Ping a begging look, and Tan Ping's eyes instantly shined and immediately came to Lin Qiang.

"Really? How many underwear do you have here and how much do you want to sell? How much do you want to sell?" Faced with Tan Ping's series of eager greetings, Lin Qiang held his forehead, and this guy was really jealous of money.

Tiyek is one of the few rich people in the Sang Bull Market. He said he has few because his house is the largest building in the Sang Bull Market. It has a swimming pool and a golf course. It covers an area of ​​nearly the area of ​​two city center squares. Tiyek, like other chaebols, runs his own industry, but he does not have any fixed resources. What he has is a chain shopping mall spread all over the country.

The merchants who could make money in Mobi rely on their own resources, and constantly obtain a lot of money through trade and then expand to other industries. This practice remains unchanged for thousands of years. However, Tiek is an exception. If a merchant in Mobi wants to make money, he must first obtain his consent. For foreigners, if they want to sell goods into Mobi, they must also use Tiek's permission, because he has the lifeblood of Mobi's sales in Mobi.

On this day, Tijek's assistant told him that a businessman from China wanted to see him and seemed to want to sell something in his country. Tijek hummed, and he kept scoring at the yellow people who came here to do business. In his eyes, they were no different from those white people who wanted to plunder the resources of Mobi.

But the mayor actually found himself and told Tiek to receive this businessman from China, try to meet all his requirements, and pay attention to what this Chinese really wants to do.,.
Chapter completed!