When Dong Qiangqiang woke up again, he heard the howling mountain wind in his ears and the dark land in front of him. The black soil continued downward until it connected with the lights in the distance.

Before he could tell whether the scenery in the distance was the red light district of St. Pauli, he was shocked to find that except for his left arm, which was still on the ground, the rest of his body had been buried in the soil.

Dong Qiangqiang was shocked by his own experience. He could not remember what happened to him after he fainted, let alone how he was buried.

The wind picked up rough soil particles and hit him in the face from time to time, which made him realize that everything was not a dream.

Big raindrops fell from the sky, creating small mud puddles in front of him.

His mind was full of questions, and his throat was burning with pain. He wanted to clear his throat, but he felt the rainwater flowing down his hair onto his forehead, and then sliding down his nose from his forehead, making it extremely itchy.

He instinctively wanted to use his still mobile left hand to dig the soil around him. At this moment, a male voice fell from a high place: "Long time no see, Mr. Dong."

Dong Qiangqiang immediately recognized that the person speaking was Sergela. He couldn't help but look up, and finally saw a figure slowly walking out of the darkness, and then standing majestically a few meters in front of him.

Although the situation was terrifying at this time, Dong Qiangqiang had already deduced that the other party would not kill him before he was stunned: the two of them had no grievances and the other party would not waste time on an unknown person like him for no reason. If the other party really wanted to kill him,

He doesn't need to spend all his money

After many twists and turns, it was easier to bury him in the soil, throw him directly into his pocket and then throw him into the sea. Thinking that the other party had something to say, the strange feeling in his heart was far greater than the fear. What surprised him even more was that the feeling in his heart

There was actually a little bit of excitement and anticipation.

"Mr. Sergeyla, I don't understand." Dong Qiangqiang tried to move his body, but his body was stuck in the soil. The soil was filled very solidly, so it was not easy to move. "Why is this?"

Although his efforts to get out of the pit failed, Dong Qiangqiang noticed that the three bodyguards standing five or six meters behind him were the trio who got him into the car. One of them had a shovel in his hand. He thought they were

Use this thing to apply soil to Dong Qiangqiang.

The big raindrops gradually connected into fine lines, as if they were trying to sew the sky and the earth back together. The mud puddles on the ground gradually disappeared and were replaced by small puddles.

A bodyguard walked up behind Sergeyla holding an umbrella. Sergey pulled the umbrella and asked for it. The bodyguard wisely retreated to his original position in the rain.

Sergei asked the neighbor's elder in an easy-going manner: "Do you know why you are here?"

"If you are referring to me taking away your wine and money yesterday, then I may have made a mistake when I was drunk and not clear-headed. I sincerely apologize to you. In addition, I already took all your things as soon as possible this afternoon.

I gave it back." Dong Qiangqiang calmly said

Pretending to be confused, he knew he couldn't take the initiative to mention shorting U.S. stocks. "I put the wine and money in the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the Golden Circle Hotel. I also left a note. There should be cameras in the kitchen to prove it."

I didn't lie."

Sergei stared at Dong Qiangqiang's face for a long time. He had previously thought that Dong Qiangqiang at this time should be fearful, desperate, panicked and unable to find his way. At the same time, he was shocked and surrendered by the power he showed. But in front of him

This young man looks the same as he did when we were drinking together yesterday

He looks almost the same, even more relaxed than yesterday. He doesn't stutter when speaking, and doesn't breathe rapidly. What is revealed between his brows is a calmness and courage that is not what he should be at his age. In short, it is exactly what Sergeyla imagined.

The scene was completely different, which surprised and surprised him.

"Mr. Dong, you are a smart man and should not do such a hasty thing." Sergeila walked up to Dong Qiangqiang, looked down at Dong Qiangqiang's face from a god's perspective, and said in a God's tone, "Reject others, especially

It is very impolite and unwise to refuse a Russian."

"Mr. Sergeyla, I... I really don't like wine, and I didn't know there was money in the box... I think there must be some misunderstanding. Can you pull me out of the dirt first?" Dong Qiangqiang begged for mercy,

"My body seems to be unconscious, please help me..."

"This is the first time. You don't know me well, so my methods may seem a bit radical to you, but I'm actually an approachable person." Sergey smiled and knelt down, dusting off his face without smiling.

Dusting the dirt off Dong Qiangqiang's shoulders, "I have had the skill of being able to talk about differences with others calmly since I was a child. I have always believed that this is a talent that surpasses others, so I believe that we can reach a consensus on cooperation."

Dong Qiangqiang knew what he meant by cooperation, but he and Duanmu had already reached an agreement: they would not take each other's money. But the question is, can they do it?

He does not think that he and Duanmu can do this, but he does not intend to give in. He hopes that by showing his "mediocrity", the other party will change his original intention of investing in them.

"Mr. Sergeyla, you are engaged in transnational business, and I am just a poor student. Maybe I can be a tour guide or catch wild boars, but other things may be beyond my ability. I hope to make this clear. If this

It's far from what you expected, so I apologize to you."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Sergeyla put his right index finger between his lips and made a silent gesture. At the same time, he stood up, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and started dialing.

In the dim light of the dark night, Dong Qiangqiang recognized that it was his mobile phone. His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

The first person dialed was Lao Bai's number: "Lao Dong, I'm here in Milan. If you have anything to say, please tell me. A member of the group was stolen just now..."

Sergeyla shook his head and hung up, his fingers continuing to press the keys.

The second caller was from Lei Lanting. Lei Lanting's curse came from the phone: "Old Dong, you came just in time. I was about to ask you if you still remember the shop where you went to repair your car last time? The car was damaged again.

A bunch of bad black guys got smashed..."

Sergeyla dialed the third one again, and this time what came was Du Lan's cautious whisper: "I'm in the library. Phone calls are not allowed here. I'll call you back in a minute."

What surprised Dong Qiangqiang was that Sergei greeted him in blunt Chinese: "Hello!"

Du Lan was obviously confused when he heard the voice was not Dong Qiangqiang's: "Is it you Dong Qiangqiang?"

Sergeira threw the phone back to the bodyguard and twirled it in the air with his index finger. The bodyguard nodded knowingly.

"We have an old saying in Russia that people with similar odors will attract each other." Sergeyla knelt down again and stuffed something into Dong Qiangqiang's hand, "I hope you can put it away this time, and I also hope you and your partners

Don't do anything that hurts our cooperative relationship. This is also for the good of you and the people next to you."

Even though Sergeira's English was poor, his demeanor and tone clearly conveyed a threat that could not be rejected.

Dong Qiangqiang saw clearly that what he was holding in his hand was a business card.

The bodyguard walked up quickly from behind and handed Dong Qiangqiang's mobile phone to Sergeyla.

Sergela held the phone with three fingers, looked at it over and over for a few seconds, and then threw it away out of the reach of Dong Qiangqiang's arms.

"Anderson will tell you what to do in the future." Sergeyla stood up, handed the umbrella to the bodyguard beside him, and took the shovel from the bodyguard, "If it happens again..."

Before he finished his sentence, he waved his hand and the shovel sank into the soil with a sharp sound of wind. A thin branch in the mud had been cut into two ends by the sharp edge of the shovel.

Dong Qiangqiang felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart. Only then did he truly understand why Duanmu would warn himself to be careful of risks before doing this. He always thought that risks would only occur during due diligence, but he never thought that there would be risks because of

A certain kind of success becomes a fat sheep in the eyes of others.

The endless wind and rain made the lights under the mountain shine brighter and brighter.

Dong Qiangqiang truly realized that the biggest crisis in his destiny was waiting for him at a certain corner ahead, and he was about to meet it on a narrow road.

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Chapter completed!