"It was like this. After our investigation, we found that Qiming Pharmaceutical Group's manufacturing plant had significant ties to this CIA assassin. So I wanted to speak with the person in charge of Qiming Pharmaceutical Group, and I came to give Mr. Fernandez a heads-up first," Yun Tao said immediately.
Fernandez understood in an instant.
There was no way this "talk" was really going to be a talk. Qiming Pharmaceutical's plant had clearly clashed with them, but the factory was important to the city. After all, it supported a large number of labor-intensive businesses. That was why they had come to notify him, the mayor.
It was a gesture of mutual goodwill, so he had to agree. Besides, even if they had not told him and simply gone to speak with the other side, could he have stopped them? No, he could not.
Even after the talk was over, whether the other party would dare report it to the police was still unknown.
Not to mention anything else, anyone who had spent enough time in this city and held even a little status knew who Yun Tao was—or rather, who the city's underground emperor was.
"No problem. Mr. Yun Tao, yours is just ordinary business interaction, like treating someone to dinner. Naturally, I cannot stop a normal gathering between legitimate businessmen," Fernandez said decisively.
Yun Tao immediately smiled and nodded. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he took his leave.
Once he left Fernandez's place, the smile vanished from Yun Tao's face. He took out his phone and made a call. "Please invite Mr. Mike to a café near their factory."
"Yes."
After hanging up, Yun Tao's car drove directly to a café near the factory. By the time he arrived, Mike, a fat foreigner, was already there.
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