The next day, Zhong Xuan and the other two woke up and went straight to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast.
Song Zihao had already contacted Mahmud's people, and both parties agreed to make a deal at a nightclub that night.
"Brother Xuan, where's the black bag you brought yesterday? Why didn't I see him?"
The few of them rested in the hotel for half a day. On the way to the nightclub, Brony looked at Zhong Xuan and could not help but ask.
"That bag? I've already thrown it away!"
Zhong Xuan only smiled and answered casually.
"Throwing it away? From Hong Kong to India. You actually threw it away?"
Brony didn't believe it at all, but it seemed that Zhong Xuan didn't want to tell him, so he didn't ask anymore.
Not long after, the car arrived at their destination. The three of them had just gotten out of the car when they saw a man in a white suit. The nun stood where he was with the four gunners.
"Hello, Mr. Mahmud!"
"Welcome, my friends!”
Song Zihao walked over first and shook hands with Mahmud, who was smiling.
Zhong Xuan also stepped forward to take charge of the translation work.
Although Zhong Xuan was talking to Mahmud's translator on the surface, he was secretly observing Mahmud and the four shooters around him.
Mahmud's skin was dark, and he wore a large gold chain around his neck. The ring finger of his left hand was broken at the root, but he wore a gold ring.
He looked very capable. Although he was wearing a pure white suit, it was difficult to hide the hostility on his body. It was obvious that he was a ruthless character.
Then, when Zhong Xuan looked at the four shooters behind Mahmud, a smile appeared on his face, but it quickly disappeared.
"Mr. Song, did you bring the thing?”
Mahmud went straight to the point after some small talk.
"Of course!"
Song Zihao said with a smile as he raised the two suitcases he carried with him.
"Very good!"
Mahmud nodded, and a hint of gentleness appeared on his ferocious face. He then invited,"Then let's go in! After the deal is done, we can have a drink together!”
"It's all up to Mr. Mahmud's arrangements!”
Song Zihao nodded and greeted the people behind him before following Mahmud into the nightclub.
After entering, Mahmud brought them to a spacious private room. After everyone sat down, he said,"Mr. Song, let's check the goods first!"
"The goods are here. Please take a look, Mr. Mahmud!”
Song Zihao placed the two suitcases on the table and said.
"How refreshing!"
Mahmud nodded, then opened the suitcase and slowly looked through it.
Not long after, Mahmud smiled and said,""Not bad, you did it very seriously!"
Mahmud then waved his hand behind him. The people below immediately understood and brought a slightly smaller suitcase up.
Song Zihao took it and began to count the real bills inside.
Not long after, Song Zihao raised his head and said with an ugly expression,"Mr. Mahmud, isn't this number a bit wrong?”
"What's wrong?"
Mahmud's expression remained unchanged as he asked with a playful tone.
"You talked to our boss about two million for eight hundred thousand, but here is only four hundred thousand!”
Song Zihao frowned and asked indifferently.
"Pa!"
Mahmud slammed his palm on the table and said with a fierce expression,""That's what I discussed with your boss. I'm talking to you now. I wonder if you agree?”
As Mahmud's voice fell, the four gunmen behind him pulled out their guns at the same time. They did not aim and just held them in their hands.
Coupled with Mahmud's shouts, it actually had a somewhat chilling aura.
"I can't agree to this price!"
Although there were four gunmen standing behind Mahmud, Song Zihao's expression remained unchanged as he flatly refused.
"You don't agree?"
Mahmud's expression became even more vicious as he shouted angrily at Song Zihao,""When you guys traded in Hong Kong, you only charged five to one. But when it comes to me, it's doubled. Do you really think that my gun can't shoot bullets?”
Hearing Mahmud's words, Song Zihao's expression finally changed. He didn't expect his transaction price to be discounted.
Moreover, Mahmud, the person who should not have known, found out about it.
However, the situation was no better than the situation. Song Zihao gritted his teeth and prepared to agree.
After all, Mr. Yao had already said that they would double the commission for this shipment.
Usually, no matter how many people passed by, they would take 50%, which meant that the profits this time were all theirs.
If he agreed now, he would only earn a little less on his side. There was no need to be calculative with these outlaws.
"Alright, Mahmud, I agree…"
"I think the price of this transaction should be doubled. How about 1.6 million?”
Before Song Zihao could finish speaking, he heard a teasing voice behind him.
Hearing this voice, everyone turned their heads and saw Zhong Xuan speaking with a cigarette in his mouth.
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