Evil Awe-Inspiring 164 The Invitation From Princess Sophie

"d.a.m.n El Nino? No, no, it should be the great El Nino! Who invented the term? Thanks to this climate, several successive hurricanes in South America at the beginning of this year caused huge losses to the plantations of drug suppliers in South America. You know, the goods of the Americas have always been supplied by plantations in South America. As for us, we come from the East, and the drug market in the Americas is always not our share. But twenty years ago, we had fought to get a little market share. But the market can be developed by force, but we have no supply. America's supply has nothing to do with us, our goods have always been from the East, Southeast Asia, Golden Triangle! We s.h.i.+p goods from the Golden Triangle to North America and s.n.a.t.c.h business with those guys. But after all, in this white world, we are not the mainstream. h.e.l.l Angels control most of the Canadian market, and we can only compete with Vietnamese, Indians and Iranians for the small share of the business."

"The drug market in the Americas has been always stable. But this time, the beautiful weather gives us a good chance. Drug plantations in South America have been badly damaged in this successive hurricane climate. Now the problem is that this year's output will certainly not meet the market demand! The message I received was that h.e.l.l Angels had done their best to mobilize supplies. But don't forget there's a Unite States beside Canada. The Mafia and several big families of US are also going to nibble away some of their supplies. There will not be enough supply. h.e.l.l Angels have to share with them, and get even less share! "

"But they aren't oing to have enough supply, but we do! Because of historical reasons, we all buy from the Golden Triangle. Now h.e.l.l Angels are facing the problem of either come down off their horses and cooperate with us, or they are facing a situation in which the needs of addicts across Canada will not be met this year! "

"Actually, almost all of the Mafia forces are industrializing in a group way, and many traditional businesses have not kept up with the times. We have also been looking for a way to develop, and now we are working with the h.e.l.l Angels to commit digital crime. Do you understand digital crime? Fake credit cards, Internet fraud and so on. These things are very profitable! At the same time, the earned funds are invested in real estate and other industries to be cleaned up. After the money is laundried, it will become clean! The problems we have been facing before is that we will never belong to the mainstream society here. Many business are monopolized by h.e.l.l Angels. This time will be a good opportunity to let us grow up!"

I have been listening to Papa 8 quietly, now I just slowly opening my mouth and ask: "Papa 8, you mean: with our drug supply, to exchange for their other market share?"

"Yes!" Papa 8 sighs. He pushes a b.u.t.ton. A metal drawer pops up from a miniature cabinet in the car. He takes out a bottle of red wine and opens. He also takes out two gla.s.ses from the cabinet and fills them. Then he gives me a look slowly, "I just said, the traditional underworld activities have gradually failed to keep up with the trend and the times. Nowadays, high-end branch crime is the mainstream! We must move closer to the mainstream, take the road of collectivization and industrialization! Otherwise, we can only gradually move towards to extinction!"

I take the wine he hands over and toast with him. He drinks it all in one mouthful! Tiger, who us driving in front, looks back in the mirror and says, "Papa 8, your body…"

"It's all right. I'm happy today." Papa 8 smiles lightly and puts down his gla.s.s. I find that when the gla.s.s of wine is drunk, his face immediately shows a sick redglow.

"My only regret is that inside us, many brothers still don't see the reality clearly. My proposal to exchange drug market with h.e.l.l Angels in other markets was fiercely opposed by many people. Alas, even 7 doesn't agree with me very much. They are all afraid that h.e.l.l Angels will eat up our drug supply, afraid that they will swallow up our drug market instead. These guys... Alas, drugs make money, but it's too hot! Now the government is striking harder and harder day by day, and in the future. Organizational industrialization is a trend. We are the most deficient in this respect. This is an excellent opportunity, if we can exchange the drug supply to a part of the market, then we can use this opportunity to transform!"

He looks at me with a long focus and says slowly, "The times are changing. Now the underworld is not the same like twenty years ago!" Afer a pauses, he says. "What do you think, Little 5?"

I take a sip of wine, think better of it and say: "I think we have a long way to go."My tone is very serious.

Then I continue saying frankly, "I don't quite understand these things you said, but I think what you said is very reasonable. At least in terms of development, I feel you are right."

I put down my gla.s.s, take out my cigarette, light one for myself, and give another to Papa 8. As I brewing my words, I say slowly, "When I was at home, Ocean told me: What is the real dark? If the dark and white are all mixed up, it is called the real dark!"

"If a mafia wants to have long vitality and grow, it can't always make a fuss. Some traditional business do make money. But the business models are doomed to make a fuss! Especialy the drugs, this kind of thing will never last long, not to mention publicity! But if we want to grow, we must be civilized and close to the mainstream society. So I think you're right. Maybe we'll give up some of our drug supply and lose it in the short run, but in the long run, it's an opportunity." After I finish, I laugh, "I'm just telling you something about my own opinion. Of course, I don't know enough about these things yet. So..."

"That's all right." Papa 8 shakes his hand and laughs, "I'm satisfied that you have such an opinion. Now I can explain your doubts..."

I'm embarra.s.sed to face his eyes at me. Frankly speaking, I'm surprised by his words of I would be one of the most powerful people in Vancouver.

"I need someone, preferably a new face." Papa 8 sighs: "I said, this business, many old brothers do not agree. But most of them have been fighting for all their lives. So we are still very united and there will be no mess. But it's impossible for them to do this thing. I have to find someone to help me as my a.s.sistant. This person must have no prejudice about this kind of business. You qualify for it. Secondly, I need someone who can satisfy me, at least now I still like you very much."

I nod with the serious face.

"Little 5, I've asked Ocean to send me all the information about you at home in the past few months. I know all your grievances. If I leave this business to other old brothers, I don't feel relieved because they have prejudices about it! If I give it to a new person, I'm not sure too! Our new generation are all born and raised here, have not had too many concepts about mainland. I myself still tend to believe in brothers from mainland. It's just my personal inclination. You are my temporary a.s.sistant. You can rest a.s.sured that I will not give you power at once, I am not so bold!"

"But if you can satisfy me, I promise you will get everything you want here! Unlike the local traditional gangs, we came to North America 20 years ago, relying on blood and guns in our hands, we fought so hard to open a new world! We don't care about seniority. In my place, as long as you are your own person, as long as you have the ability, I will ensure that you can get ahead!" He takes a slow smoke, looks at me and smiles, "The precondition is: if you can live!"

The car is running smoothly. Papa 8 pulls out a small table under his seat, dips his finger in the wine gla.s.s and draws four circles gently.

"We need to cooperate with h.e.l.l Angels. The first thing we need to solve is four troubles...

"First, Vietnamese. Second, Indians. Third, the Iranians. Fourth, the local traditional gangs."

"Basically, we don't worry much about Indians, because there are some extremist groups in India behind the Indian drug trade. Those guys are terrorists! Terrorists have always been a.s.sociated with political movements. But we are only the gang, nothing else. Likewise, h.e.l.l Angels are reluctant to get involved with terrorists, which can cause serious trouble! So it's hard for Indians to compete with us."

"Then the Iranians. The Iranian gangs have a strong religious color, and they are all religious fanatics. Now the diplomatic relations between the United States and Iran are not good. If Uncle Sam is chasing us, the consequences are serious. So, in order to avoid these risks, h.e.l.l Angels will not cooperate with Iranians. At the same time, Mr. Sorin told me privately that he himself did not like religious fanatics too."

"The third is the Vietnamese. Vietnamese gangs are powerful in Canada. In fact, when we came to North America 20 years ago, Vietnamese gangs were insufferably arrogant here. Even those local gangs need to watch the Vietnamese's face and are bullied by them. Vietnamese also have obvious advantages, their country's geographical is in Southeast Asia, can easily draw on the relations.h.i.+p with the Golden Triangle. And their personnel quality is also very high, many guys have military service background, many are veterans. And over the years, we have been fighting with them. Don't know how many people died. Overall, we have the upper hand."

"As for the fourth..." Papa 8 says, shaking his head and sighing: "Fourth, the local gangs. Most of these gangs come from mainland, but many are second or even third generations. They have been separated from mainland for too long and too far. Emotionally, I hate to fight with them. But we have to do it! Because, in fact, when we first came to North America, it was these guys who were most excluded us!"

Papa 8 takes a strong smoke, then extinguishes the cigarette, slows down his breath, and restores a little calm: "Chen Yang, you are the person I value. You are young, have potential, and experienced quite a lot, Ocean said you are a potential talent. I believe it now! You have pa.s.sed my test too... Now I've decided to let you be my a.s.sistant. Whether you can satisfy me in the future depends on your performance."

He smiles: "Our negotiations with h.e.l.l Angels will continue, but you don't have to deal with it. You don't need to wash cars from tomorrow. I'll have Tiger teach you something every day. When you've learned enough, I'll let you take charge of something. If everything goes well, in this year's transaction with h.e.l.l Angels, you will be in charge of contacting h.e.l.l Angels directly as my representative. Simple to say, you will be my plenipotentiary representative."

My heart is trembling.

Someone said that life always gives you a magnificent turn in an inadvertent moment.

I think I have a chance now!

A big chance!

I really don't need to wash the cars. Although I still live in the dormitory building, Silo and I continue to live in the same room. But every day during the day, I'm called into the office inside, and Tiger teaches me a lot face to face.

What I first learned was how we came to North America! I read the material and listened to Tiger a whole day. Both of us kept smoking in the house. Tiger was the first generation to come to North America. As he rolled up his sleeve and chatted with me, I saw the bullet scar on his arm. They did fight a lot to get today's position.

"Tiger, can I ask you a question?" I stare into his eyes: "Papa 8 is going to arrange an a.s.sistant, why not look around... For instance. You. You should be the one he trusts."

Tiger is silent for a moment. He is just stuffy smoking, then he suddenly laughs and comes to pat me on the shoulder and says, "Boy, this problem is only known by Papa 8 himself."

At that moment, I see a trace of helplessness in his eyes, or a trace of unwillingness.

I begin to learn English. Papa 8 arrange two teachers to teach me English systematically. Two teachers, one teaches p.r.o.nunciation and the other teaches me grammar.
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In fact, there are many language schools, but many of them are cheaters. They just cheating the gold diggers who have just come to North America. However, the two teachers who are teaching me are obviously not.

To be honest, I'm miserable.

Even learning killing skills with Old Cat and Konny, I did not feel so tired!

As G.o.d testifies, reading and studying is the most annoying thing in my life.

But I know the importance of learning English for me. Now I just have to work hard for it.

A month later, my conversation is almost all right, but I still can't write it.

This afternoon, I'm lying to hear the music poems. I become more and more like to hear it recently.

Suddenly my mobile phone is ringing. I look at it. It's a strange number. After receiving it, I hear a delicate and beautiful voice.

"h.e.l.lo, baby!"

I'm stunned, then I smile: "h.e.l.lo, highest princess Sophie!"

"I'm not good." At the other end of the phone, Sophie's voice suddenly falls low: "I'm not good! I'm angry with you! Why haven't you looked for me since that time?"

I smile and apologize, "Sorry, I've been busy all the time these days, and I don't have your number either."

"That shouldn't be an excuse." She immediately punctures my excuse: "I don't have your phone either, but I can find it. And you just didn't even check it."

I pout.

Indeed, I never wanted to find this woman again. Although she has a perfect body that almost drives men mad, an angel-like face and a devil-like coquettish technique for making love, it's enough to have that kind of stimulation once.

Seeing me silent, she wisely does not continue to ask, but changes her tone: "Baby, I have always missed you. Really, you are amazing. I was really impressed that day. After that, I can't forget you. Even if I try to find other men, but they're too far behind you..."

I frown slightly.

Her words let my interest to her reduces a lot once again.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" I ask.

"I need your help." Sophie says in a charming voice on the other end of the phone, "Right now, immediately!"

I misunderstand that as she's anxious to have s.e.x with me. I say with a bitter smile, "Your Highness Sophie, it's really not a convenient time. I don't have much interest today."

"My G.o.d!" Sophie gives out an exaggerated scream and then laughing, "What are you thinking of? I don't mean that... Ah... But it really reminds me! I think if we have time tonight, we can try again! "

I'm just holding my cell phone grinning. I really can't communicate with this western girl and her att.i.tude towards s.e.x.

"Well, I'm really looking for you." Sophie stops laughing and says slowly, "Can you accompany me on an occasion tonight? I'm going to meet someone."

I'm curious, "Who is that?"

"It's..." Sophie hesitates for a moment: "It's... Her!"

I smile bitterly and speak nothing.

Sophie is pleading in that end, "Just to ask you to be my partner. Maybe I'm sorry to say that. I just want to protect myself! You should be able to understand this feeling. I just want to show that I can't be looked pathetic! Let her think that without her I am still happy!"

Seeing I'm still keeping silent, Sophie's tone is more gentle: "I heard that you and my father are talking about a business recently. If you would give me a little help, maybe I would make some compensatory returns at the right time in future!"

I don't hesitate this time and agree immediately.

Everyone knows the position of this highness princess in the heart of Mr. Sorin, and no one denies the influence of this beautiful Princess Sophie on her father too.

"Well, time and place, tell me, I'll get ready right away."

"Oh, great! Baby!" Sophie is screaming excitedly, and then quickly says, "Oh, on the street, there's a restaurant where Chinese food is very good. You know, she likes you, black eyes, yellow skin..."

I put down the phone, do not stay, immediately begin to dress.

It's a little boring, but sometimes people have to do something boring, right?