Chapter Eighty-Three Restaurant Story

  Gao Yang gently waved his finger, with a faint smile on his face, and said in a soft voice, "No, Enzuba Chieftain, what you said is not right! We are not our own people, but just mutually utilitarian people, please remember this!"

  "Stretching out his right hand on his thigh, he lightly tapped and said faintly, 'I can help you fulfill your wish to overthrow the current government. As a reward, I don't want anyone to disturb any business my company does in your country. Of course, reasonable taxes will absolutely not be owed. What do you think of this suggestion?'"

  "Chief Enzuba smiled, showing his white teeth, and said 'No problem, happy cooperation.'"

  Gao Yang smiled and shook his head, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes as he said, "Chief, you agreed so readily that it makes me feel like there's no sincerity behind it!"

  The chief of the Nzu tribe was slightly taken aback, and after a brief moment of stunned silence, he smiled and said, "So, Mr. Gao, what kind of sincerity are you looking for? How about we sign a formal contract?"

  Gaoyang shook his head and said in a low voice, "Any contract in this world can be torn apart. I never believe in contracts!"

  Several people opposite looked at each other in confusion, completely unable to understand what Gao Yang wanted. For a moment, the atmosphere on the scene was somewhat awkward.

  Carlos looked at Gao Yang who was sitting with a nonchalant expression, tapping his fingers, and cleared his throat to say something. Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Enzuba Chieftain.

  "Then, Mr. Gao, what do you think we should do to make you feel at ease and satisfied?" The words were already tinged with a hint of anger.

  Gao Yang lightly smoothed his hair, smiled and didn't say anything. He got up and went to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of whiskey and poured several cups. After gesturing for the bodyguard to send them to the tribal leaders, he said faintly "I don't need any kind of guarantee! I don't believe in promises or contracts, I only believe in my own strength!"

  Walked to the side of the sofa and sat on the armrest, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he said quietly in a detached tone: "Since I can help you up, I can also pull you down! Before doing anything, think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences of doing this thing! You only need to remember this sentence!"

  He finished speaking in a gentle tone, put on a smile and slightly raised the wine glass in his hand to gesture "Cheers to our cooperation!"

  When they left the town, the sky had already begun to darken, and the sun was hanging far away on the horizon. Gao Yang's party rushed straight to Liberville Airport.

  Gao Yang sat quietly in the passenger seat, opened the window and let the wind blow, looking at the primitive scenery outside the window, wondering what he was thinking.

  "Why don't you go to China to buy arms?" a voice asked from the starting point of the road.

  "The benefits are too small, not enough to make the Chinese government decide to trip up the French, after all, this is the French's turf. And I don't want to publicize this matter either, after all, the Americans are now keeping a close eye on China! It's not time yet to provoke the Americans." Gao Yang replied quietly.

  "So where are you going to buy arms to equip these anti-government elements?" Yuan asked further.

  Gao Yang took off his sunglasses, curled up the corners of his mouth and lightly spat out three words: "Ukraine!"

  In September, Ukraine was high and refreshing, with a gentle breeze blowing over the Dnieper River, and a golden scene in the fields, which is the season of harvest.

  The current temperature in Ukraine is maintained at over 20 degrees, giving people a comfortable feeling, which cannot be compared to Africa.

  Gao Yang wore a sky blue jacket, black casual pants, and camel shoes, wearing sunglasses as he walked out of Kiev airport. A military arms dealer who had previously contacted him quickly came up to greet Gao Yang's group.

  "Mr. Smith, hello. I'm Nazarenko." "Ah, hello." After the exchange of pleasantries, Nazarenko, stroking his large mustache, led Gao Yang and others towards several Mercedes-Benz business cars parked by the side of the road.

  Gao Yang nodded and looked up at the sky before getting straight on the car.

  As a battleground between NATO and Russia, Ukraine has never been at peace since its independence.

  Society is in a state of utter chaos, the political situation is turbulent and unstable, all sorts of violent crimes are rampant, and unemployment rates remain high. Many young people who can't find jobs have joined street violence, while young women just want to leave the country. Ukrainian blonde beauties are as famous in Europe as those from Romania.

  Nazarenko has arranged a hotel for Gao Yang, the InterContinental Kyiv Hotel located in the business center of Kiev. This is one of the top hotels in Kiev, surrounded by many famous tourist attractions, with excellent geographical location, good security and excellent service. Of course, the price is also not cheap.

  After Gao Yang and his party checked in, Nazarenko bid farewell and left. Before leaving, he said that everything had been arranged and that he would come to pick up Gao Yang for inspection and price negotiation after breakfast the next day.

  After a quick wash, Gaoyang went to the hotel restaurant to have some dinner. For such a long time, he had been flying back and forth in the sky, and he was really tired and hungry.

  There's no energy left to savor these high-end dishes, it's just a matter of gobbling them down like a gust of wind sweeping away the remaining clouds.

  It was when he was eating the top-grade black caviar that the bursting flavor in his mouth made Gao Yang pause for a moment to savor the delicious taste. The surrounding diners, all high-society people, looked at Gao Yang with eyes that seemed to say "look at this nouveau riche" as he ate the black caviar with a spoon.

  A hungry person only sees the food in front of him, and is completely immune to these gazes. Besides, he has never learned Ukrainian, doesn't want to know how others discuss him, and even Russian was just temporarily used.

  Just as he was enjoying his meal, someone behind him suddenly spoke in English with a condescending tone, "What a tasteless nouveau riche, it's really a waste to give him such high-end caviar. These Asians are truly the parasites of this planet."

  Gao Yang's hand holding the spoon suddenly stopped, his face suddenly sank. The corners of his eyes slightly **, his eyelids lightly drooped, and when he opened them again, they were already icy cold!

  He casually tossed the spoon into the plate, "Clang!" The ceramic plate was shattered. Everyone in the restaurant was shocked and turned their heads to look at Gao Yang. Even the orchestra stopped playing.

  Gao Yang leaned back in his chair, turning his head to look in the direction of the sudden voice. A ordinary dining table, a young white couple stared at Gao Yang in surprise.

  Gao Yang flashed a smile at the two, but his eyes were icy cold. He turned around and lit a cigarette. This immediately triggered a wave of discontent from the other customers in the restaurant, which was non-smoking!

  The restaurant staff hurried over to Gao Yang, but before he could get close, he was blocked by the bodyguard.

  The waiter, a tall and sturdy bodyguard with a cold face, swallowed his saliva and whispered to Gao Yang, "Excuse me, sir. Smoking is prohibited in our restaurant. Could you please put out your cigarette?"

  Gao Yang rubbed his chin and said calmly, "Speak English!" "Uh..." The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then repeated himself in English.

  Gao Yang continued smoking and said calmly to the waiter, "How many servings of caviar does your restaurant have left?"

  The white man who had just made a sarcastic remark about Gao Yang was already being watched warily by Gao Yang, and upon hearing this sentence, he felt a tightening in his chest, thinking to himself "Oh no, isn't this targeting me? Weren't these Asian people supposed to be unwilling to get involved?"

  I wanted to leave quickly, but looking at the beautiful woman sitting across from me, I couldn't bear to leave. Besides, having just sat down and ordered food, leaving like that would make me seem very cowardly.

  This white man is called Hahn George, a British. His father was a publisher in London and he can also be considered a rich second generation. George was also a small celebrity playboy in London, relying on his wealth to play with many women.

  The past two days suddenly had a strange idea to come to Ukraine for tourism and relaxation, actually just wanted to come once.

  After arriving in Kiev, relying on his still somewhat handsome face, the honey-like eloquence honed from long-term wandering among women, and the red and green pounds in his wallet, he easily hooked up with a very beautiful Ukrainian beauty Natasha.

  Tonight George brought this beauty to this very famous hotel for dinner, originally thinking of opening a room with the beauty after dinner.

  Natalia expressed her desire to try the top-grade black caviar when they were ordering, but George didn't dare respond after taking a look at its price.

  Unexpectedly, he saw Gao Yang devouring the black caviar that George himself couldn't bear to eat, and on top of that, Gao Yang was a yellow-skinned person.

  George, who had been harboring various feelings of envy and resentment towards Natasha, suddenly burst out with sarcastic remarks in front of her. He never expected to encounter a tough cookie this time.

  "Sir, you..." The waiter was somewhat taken aback. Gaoyang exhaled a ring of smoke and said coldly, "How much caviar does your restaurant have left? I'll buy it all! Don't make me repeat myself!" The low, indifferent voice made the waiter's legs tremble slightly.

  The waiter stood there, at a loss for words. The restaurant manager hurried over and bowed slightly to Gao Yang, saying "Sir, our service didn't meet your expectations, we're really sorry."

  Gao Yang coldly snorted and didn't respond. The manager gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, we currently have 13 servings of caviar left in our restaurant. Shall I bring all of them to you?"

  "Hmm." Gaoyang's face was cold as he nodded slightly.

  George's intuition, honed from years of being in the playboy circle, told him that something was very wrong. He picked up his water glass and took a sip to cover up his expression. Putting down the glass, George smiled at Natasha and said "Natasha, sorry, I'll go use the restroom."

  Just as George was calmly getting up to quietly leave, two large black hands suddenly pressed down on his shoulders, with such great force that he was pressed back into his seat!