"Oh, it turns out that Dassault was opened by your family!" Fang Yuanshan felt shocked after saying this.

After he introduced himself, Fang Yuanshan to Fang, he realized that he was the young owner of the French "Dassault" group. The next generation heir of a large consortium company integrating weapon production and aircraft manufacturing. His name is not Greenwell, but "Thomson Dassault".

"Sorry, I didn't mean to deceive, but my identity is quite sensitive, and it was the first time I came to attend such a party, so I changed my name. But Greenwell is my mother's surname."

The so-called name of a person and the shadow of a tree, the next generation helmsman of such a world-renowned company, gave him a different feeling than the rich second generation just now. Where is the family background? It is considered a top figure in France. It has been polite to him until now, which immediately makes Fang Yuanshan feel "flattered".

A "flattering" smile appeared on his face and said, "Don't you know what Mr. Thomson is asking me for?" That's a world of difference from the previous love.

Thomson Dassault, opposite, almost forgot to eat the piece of veal that was delivered to his mouth, and then thought with a depressed look on his face: "If I had known, I would have told him about my background."

"Can you find a place to chat alone?"

"Of course"

With a few hours left before Li Fugui's afternoon game, Fang Yuanshan replied with a smile, and spooned the caviar in front of him into his mouth in a few seconds, and then followed Thomson to his accommodation area on the cruise ship.

As the saying goes, people have to die, and goods have to be thrown away. It is also a accommodation. Fang Yuanshan feels that his room is already good, but when he sees Thomson's room that is comparable to President Hilton's set, his feeling is immediately not so wonderful.

After several men in black left, Thomson smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, please sit down."

Without too much greeting, Thomson waited for him to sit down, his expression on his face no longer had the shy look he had before, showing the rigor that the heirs of the world's top large companies should have. He leaned forward slightly, looked at Fang Yuanshan with his fingers crossed and said, "I want to ask Mr. Fang to help our company deliver a batch of goods. I wonder if Mr. Fang is willing?"

"Help your company ship goods?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yuanshan's mind was already wandering around quickly. The companies that produce weapons in this way helped them transport goods were nothing more than weapons and ammunition. There is no doubt about this. There are two problems now.

Fang Yuanshan's face also became silent, staring at Thomson's face and said, "Answer two questions from me, first, how did you know me; second, why should I believe you?"

"The first question is very simple. De Beers' diamond theft incident was a big deal a while ago, so I went to find out. As for the second question..."

As he spoke, Thomson, who did not act like a young man in his twenties, thought for a while and said, "Cooperation is based on mutual trust, so I will talk about why I found you, Mr. Fang. Something happened to a weapon dealer in our company before, and all underground channels collapsed, resulting in a large number of goods being kept under the company and could not be transported. After understanding Mr. Fang's abilities, I found you with a try-and-see attitude."

"How is it? Are Mr. Fang satisfied with my two answers?" Thomson asked with his eyes straight at Fang Yuanshan.

"It's okay, I barely passed the test."

He paused and continued, "It's no problem to help you deliver goods, but you have to know one thing: my handling fee is very high, especially for goods like you."

The heir of Dassault thought for a while before asking: "Can you say it?"

"Ten percent of the value of the goods. Don't look for me for goods less than 50 million US dollars. My subordinates are very busy and have no time."

Thomson thought for a while before saying, "The total price of the goods is about 200 million US dollars. I wonder if Mr. Fang is willing to help us?"

When Fang Yuanshan heard that the goods were only worth 200 million, he felt a little disappointed. However, he thought of the other party's identity. This time he asked for help, and he would inevitably encounter something in the future, just treat it as making friends.

Thinking of this, he stood up, stretched out his hand and smiled, "Mr. Dassault, I wish us a happy cooperation."

“Happy cooperation…”

"The players who are about to play are Li Fugui from China and Belarusian player Phillips. Please..."

After returning to the top level of the cruise ship, Li Fugui's game also began two hours later.

Since Li Fugui came on stage, a shadow was surrounded by Fang Yuanshan's heart. The 37 or 38-year-old Phillips looked at Li Fugui as if he was looking at each other's friends, full of smiles. And his four-dimensional image could clearly see that the other party's upper muscles were slowly bulging.

"Wow, he's actually a little monster who can transform."

As he said, he had already started to flip the information album. After finding the information of Phillips, his brows frowned even deeper, just like Li Fugui, with only a simple sentence: from Siberian training camp.

His eyes then turned to the ring below. Neither of them stood quietly spoke. Li Fugui's eyes were faintly mad. Then he leaned forward, his hands were lit up with tiger claws, and he rushed forward.

The moment the two of them were in contact, Fang Yuanshan's four-dimensional image could be clearly seen. The inside of Phillips's clothes looked like an inflatable balloon, and with a burst of energy, he bounced Li Fugui's fingers that poked him over.

Fang Yuanshan's eyes then condensed. This was the second time he had seen a kung fu master who was similar to that of Chinese domestic martial arts. The first time was Japanese Kuromu Teng, and Phillips. Both of them were very powerful.

"Bang"

Li Fugui, who failed in one move, was immediately beaten. Phillips' fist was very heavy. When Li Fugui was unable to pull out, he was punched hard on his left arm, which made him retreat repeatedly. Looking through the four-dimensional image, his arm became red and swollen quickly.

"Bang bang bang"

As the saying goes, "Being reasonable is unforgivable," Phillips' heavy punches kept hitting Li Fugui who was retreating. Li Fugui, who tried to fight for injuries several times, could not find a chance to withdraw.

That Phillips knew how to control the rhythm very well and did not give him a chance at all. He was close to him. As long as he dared to fight, the fate would be that he would be attacked by Adam's apple, the sun and other key parts, and he would not dare to do so at all.
Chapter completed!