Dr. Zhao did not use any skills to Chris Lee this time, and his honesty was not moved. Will Chris Lee suddenly reveal the truth in his heart, the truth?

This is so scared that it is too dazed.

After all, he knew clearly that Walt Davis was tied up from Hanoi to Hong Kong Island. More than 20 people were killed, and more than 200 people were protected.

These are hundreds of lives.

Looking at Mr. Zhao, who is elegant and elegant, he thought Mr. Zhao was a gentleman and elite, but he calmly said that Walt went to Hong Kong Island as a small misunderstanding... The misunderstanding, nothing else? Do you really don't care about the death of two or three hundred people, or are it too cold?

There are island people below who are trying to cut off the stomach, and you are so calm.

This shocked and panic to Chris Lee, who had been promoted to an elite in high-end study and worked hard to make progress.

My heart was in a mess, and after Zhao Xueyan asked, he said his true thoughts in his heart in a confused way. It was not too surprising.

It was when I woke up that Chris Lee sat in the wax.

Under Zhao Xueyan's kind eyes, he gritted his teeth and smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Zhao, I don't mean that, I... I said the wrong thing, really."

"Please believe me. I am just a worker. I am a general manager of Pepsi China and just a senior worker. Pepsi wants to enter the Chinese market and dominate the Tianfu Coke and Laoshan Coke. These are all strategies set by the headquarters."

"This kind of business competition is a pure business war, and I am just a trivial piece."

Ksri Li tried hard to explain that when he wanted to prove his innocence, a phone ringing rang again, and Zhao Xueyan did not move. This time it was Li Jiani who ran to answer the phone.

After a brief exchange, the girl Jiani smiled and said, "Brother Yan is a man named Vigo Tarasov. He came to say that he wanted to negotiate some business, so he bought Master Zhao instant noodles, including mineral water, cola and other beverages."

"He has already arrived downstairs."

Dr. Zhao touched his chin and thought for a few seconds, "Let him come up."

Vigo Tarasov came to buy this?

This is not the business scope of his mafia hero and the director of the International Killer Group. These are probably superficial excuses.

A few minutes later, Vigo knocked on the door and walked in, smiling enthusiastically and respectfully, "Mr. Zhao, it's great to see you again. I came here this time to buy all kinds of goods. Master Zhao has 100 million instant noodles, 100 million mineral water, and 100 million Tianfu Coke. I hope Mr. Zhao can meet our order."

Zhao Xueyan laughed and said, "American sword?"

Vigo Tarasov paused and waved his hand in a panic, "Mr. Zhao, I'm talking about Hong Kong dollars. But we can pay the money first. After the money is transferred, Mr. Zhao can arrange the production of the goods slowly, and we are not in a hurry."

Hong Kong dollars are fine, 300 million orders are not small. As for Dr. Zhao, who went to cooperate with Tianfu Coke the day before yesterday, today Mao Xiong came to the door... It was just 1987, and Mao Xiong's KGB is actually quite good at fighting power.

Besides, Zhao Xueyan never thought of keeping these situations confidential, they were all basic news.

Dr. Zhao nodded with a smile, "Tell me, what else do you want besides this?"

Vigo was even happier, "Eliza Donne's goods, we want a batch, just like her."

It doesn't matter, but Adeline Bowman has only given 300 ml of blood. Normal people donate blood and have to rest for a while.

Dr. Zhao's thoughtful look fell into Vigo's eyes. The mafia great man suddenly had a lot of thoughts. Should he raise the price? It's not impossible to raise the price. After all, when Eliza Tangen bought 300 ml of blood for 300 million pounds.

The only one they know about Adelin is suspected to be immortal.

At that time, everyone didn't know that Adeline Bauman actually had outrageous control over the superpowers of mind.

Mind control may not be unsolvable, such as some unique items that can be immune to control, but this is still super exciting news.

The target ability has increased, and it is still so terrifying and perverted, and it seems reasonable to raise prices.

Thinking of this, Vigo said decisively, "Mr. Zhao, we have a large number of operational personnel in New York, but my international killer group can pull out hundreds or thousands of killers in New York or Los Angeles at any time."

"KGB can also mobilize hundreds of elite troops to do things at any time. Don't you want to enter the Coke industry? We can arrange some special activities, such as middle and senior executives like Walt Davis, and random assassination."

"Tie a few more directors' children to blackmail, then kidnap others to ask for the recipe, produce fake Coke in multiple countries to disrupt market credibility, etc.... Poisoning fake Coke, killing a group of people at will. Play it on the media platform, and Keku and Pepsi are busy and busy."

"If you hit it with a string of punches, Mr. Zhao, your Tianfu Coke can successfully harvest the market."

Vigo Tarasov is just one of the directors of the InterContinental Hotel. He is the only one who can never afford giants like Pepsi and Delicious. In the original trajectory of the future, this guy will become the boss of the New York City branch killer group.

His own son killed John Wick's dog, and John came back to take revenge. He wanted to pick the bears alone, and Vigo only paid two million to instigate John's old gay friend to assassinate John, and then spent several million to allow the killers in the InterContinental Hotel to siege John.

It is related to the foundation of the Maoxiong faction and the lives of himself and his own son. This guy can only use millions of cash to cause trouble.

This is enough to prove how "thick" Vigo's foundation is.

Facing the directors of Delicious and Pepsi-based soda industry giants, you can kill the Vigo family by just giving some money.

It's different now, Vigo Tarasov is talking about the terms on behalf of KGB.

He even felt that he was working for President Zhao, and some were supporters or helpers.

Then you can do things without any restraint and play whatever you want.

With Vigo's words, Pepsi China General Manager Chris Li was stunned and shrank weakly, wanting to be invisible, but unfortunately he doesn't.

What did he hear? Someone was planning Pepsi and Delicious, but they mentioned KGB!

It turns out that this big Russian who wants to place an order of 300 million Hong Kong dollars actually represents KGB?

After all, the big hairy bear has not yet broken down!

Chris Lee was frightened and wanted to become transparent. He hoped that when Vigo would remember it, Dr. Zhao wanted to swear and waved his hand to stop Vigo's words, "Okay, stop, my entry into the Coke industry is a serious business development. Isn't it funny if you tell me these?"

This is a business war, not...

Well, some weird information or memories popped up in Zhao Xueyan's mind, that is, in the era of the Internet.

What you think is a business war vs. the real business war.

Do you think the business war is all Ye Rongtian and Xu Wenbiao, secretly planning other bigwigs to fight back and forth, and they stood aside and passed three levels in the stock market?

Yes, that is one of the models of business war.

But in the real business war, there are dozens of strong men who have taken the company's seal and business license, high-level internal fighting to poison the other party, and the chairman has a hammer and beat the general manager... There are so many things, but in fact, the real business war also has a simple side.

In high-end business wars, some people often take simple measures, and the way is simple.

With such a string of memories coming out of my mind, Dr. Zhao wanted to laugh a little, and even thought that Vigo was a little talented and was very slutty.

Almost laughed at Bengbu, Zhao Xueyan spoke again, "Don't mess around with me, I will arrange the goods order. As for the other transaction you mentioned, I have time to call and ask."

After this, Vigo Tarasov's eyes lit up, "Mr. Zhao, do you really not think about it? I think in the island country, or ink, choose a batch of delicious or Pepsi, and the next wave of poisoning will poison hundreds or thousands of island people or monkeys. This is very sensational."

"Let's find a few more media... How about Niu Buluo's Chatwen? There's a multinational media group in his hand."

Doctor Zhao smiled with a mercy and pointed at Chris Lee and said, "This is the general manager of Pepsi China. After you wait to go out, you will be chased by Pepsi senior executives all over the world."

Vigo Tarasov was stunned and looked at Chris with a confused face.

Chris stood up and waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm not, I don't... Yes, Mr. Zhao, I used to be the general manager of Pepsi China, but I've resigned just now."

Immediately afterwards, Chris Lee almost cried and begged for mercy, "Mr. Zhao, I am Chinese. Although my family immigrated decades ago and I grew up in Amei's house, you listen to my accent and speak Mandarin so skillfully."

Vigo was confused and finally found Huadian, "Mr. Zhao, why do I think my Mandarin accent is more authentic than him? This is a banana person."

"Why kill him first?"

Zhao Xueyan spoke speechlessly at Vigo, "Get out!"

Vigo immediately turned around and walked out of the guest room with a smirk.

However, when he left, he still felt that his Mandarin accent was more authentic than Chris Lee. After all, it was after Vigo escaped from Hong Kong Island, and watched the fate of the Anthony family in the bear, and began to learn and practice.

Still the kind of learning that is hard-working.

Vigo disappeared, Zhao Xueyan stretched out his hand and patted Chris Li on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you won't have anything to do. That guy just now was a fool. He wouldn't have to do anything nonsense. We are all serious people. You can only rely on reputation and strength in the mall. There is no need for so many low operations."

Zhao Xueyan comforted her, Chris Li's mood finally calmed down, while Li Jiani assisted, "It's right, our brother Yan is innocent and does business, and he can't spend all the money he earns. Who would be idle and ask for trouble and jump into the quagmire with no need to do anything?"

Chris Lee was moved, yes, the first pot of gold of many rich people may have been stained with a lot of black and gray, but who would have been successful and prominent in the world, who would still want to stain himself with black and gray?

Mr. Zhao... Who dares to say that the current Master Zhao Food Group is not a prominent party after success? Such a big shot, how can you cause trouble for yourself?

Pepsi and Ketu team up to kill national brands in each country, and they are all within the legal scope, investing and spending money to kill each other.

After a while, under the comfort of Dr. Zhao, he walked out of the guest room in a daze. Chris Li Zheng walked towards the elevator in a relaxed to find...

A waiter came to guide him with great enthusiasm, pressed the elevator, and took him downstairs.

It was not until he was taken to the gate by the waiter all the way, Chris Lee smiled politely, "Okay, it's okay, I..."

The waiter had already walked away and arrived in front of a man under the canopy, which was Vigo Tarasov.

Vigo smiled and took out a hundred-dollar Hong Kong dollars and handed it to the waiter, then walked forward, "Chris, I didn't know you seriously before. I'm so sorry. Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal of authentic Beijing cuisine."

Although Vigo's smile was sincere, Chris was still frightened, "What do you want to do? Zhao is always serious businessman."

Vigo nodded cheerfully, "Of course, the whole world knows that Zhao always does for the upright, kind, kind and friendly entrepreneur. What I do has nothing to do with Mr. Zhao. Even if he kills people occasionally, it is also the sin of me, a godfather of the mafia. When God comes, he will only settle the score with me."

"I am really sincere and want to ask you how to help Mr. Zhao go smoother in the Coke market."

"If you think the proposals I mentioned before are a bit inappropriate, why not help me modify them?"

Chris Lee was confused again, "Are you a mafia? Not a KGB?"

Vigo smiled even brighter, "See what you said, isn't it the same thing? CIA can support its own criminal group in the island country and South Korea. Of course, KGB can also support some subordinate forces. You can use black life, black pot and other things to fly."

"Li, you friend, I really want to hand over it. I am familiar with murder, kidnapping and extortion. They are all my basic business, but I don't understand the business wars you are playing. I really want to ask you for advice."

Chris Lee collapsed, “Can I refuse?”

He is an authentic three-generation immigrant. He grew up eating the food of Amei's family. He finally graduated from a prestigious university and became an elite in the middle and senior management of PepsiCo.
To be continued...