When it comes to trading, sometimes it is better to be simple and direct, especially for smart people. Smart people tend to think crookedly and too much, and a slight mistake may lead to a huge difference between expectations and results. To put it simply, being smart can lead to mistakes.
"I want Continental Hotel North American Branch to leave the headquarters." Winston glanced at Mike appreciatively and considered what he thought. This incident made him realize that after serving a big hotel all his life, he was just a worker after all, and he didn't even get the basic respect.
Winston's mood can be described in two words: chilling.
"High Table probably won't let go easily."
"Of course they won't let it go easily. They are the ones who make the rules, and they are the ones who break the rules. For the organization, the Continental Hotel is a business after all. Since it is a business, if there is a major loss or even becomes a hot potato, they will I will consider stopping the loss." Winston showed a sarcastic smile, "People are different. The promises and beliefs we protect with our lives are worthless in the eyes of some people. They don't deserve the Continental Hotel."
Mike will not comment on this, everyone has their own ideas.
"You want the Continental Hotel, what can I get?"
Winston took out a USB flash drive and put it on the table. "It contains the time and place of the landing of the plane sent by High Table, the equipment of the armed forces, common tactics, and detailed information on members with special abilities. If the first battle fails, High Table will send out a second elite unit depending on the situation, or directly issue a high reward."
Winston knows the time and place of the arrival of the elite troops. This is normal. After all, he is a local snake and is responsible for arranging all reception matters. The question is, how does Winston know the configuration of the elite troops?
It can't be that High Table stupidly told Winston.
Three feet of ice did not freeze in a day, and Winston's intention to establish his own business was not a day or two. This incident was just a trigger, or Mike's force allowed him to see a glimmer of an opportunity.
"Wouldn't this be endless, one wave after another?"
"No matter how many subordinates die, it will only be a loss of money for the people of High Table. They have plenty of money. As long as their own lives are threatened, they will feel that they can talk about anything. However, it is impossible for me to give you the information of High Table's top executives. Although I can get it, it is against my oath. The information is stored in an offline server in the basement of the hotel, and it is generally impossible to steal it."
Meaning: I won't give it to you, but if someone steals it, there's nothing you can do about it.
It's like taking off your pants and farting.
Winston continued, "The offline server also stores the details of the killer orders, including the employer and target. High Table used Bullseye's recent orders to determine a list of suspicious persons, among which your presence is the most dazzling."
"No?" Mike feels a little happy inside. He obviously likes to keep a low profile and likes to make money quietly.
Winston laughed, "Not only did you survive from Bullseye's gun, you also protected others. There are very few people who can do this. And... it is especially incredible that a powerful and conceited madman can be scared into the Continental Hotel to seek asylum."
Oh, have you started commercial promotion? Well, it sounds pretty cool, but it's far from making Mike's head hot...
Mike shook his head.
"What's the problem?" Winston asked.
"The problem is huge." Mike said seriously, "On the surface, you and I each get what we need, and it's fair and just. But... the premise of all this is that everything goes well."
"First of all, there is no denying the role of intelligence, but I don't know anything about the Continental Hotel. Let me give you a name - John. Wick. Since I know something about it, I still dare to provoke him. To put it bluntly, I am not afraid."
John. Wick was a member of the Continental Hotel and played for High Table, nicknamed "The God of Killing". How strong is the God of Killing? Mike thinks it should be at the level of Bullseye and Punisher.
John alone can turn the Continental Hotel upside down. By the way, he destroyed the leader High Table. Is it possible that Mike can't compare to him?
The information is useful, but not as important as Winston thinks. At most it can help Mike save some time and energy.
Perhaps Winston put in a lot of effort to collect intelligence, but in actual operations, only Mike was in danger.
"Secondly, everyone gets what they need based on success. Once it fails - although I don't think it will fail, What If...? fails, I will either die or be on the run, and you... mostly will be fine. The prices paid are different. This is the inequality under the surface of equality, what do you think?"
After a moment of silence, Winston knew that he had lost the trust of the organization. Once Mike was dealt with, the next step for the organization was to remove Winston from his position. For Winston, losing the hotel meant losing everything.
So Winston doesn't quite agree with Mike's statement about unequal heights. But he doesn't want to argue on this issue. "What do you want, I think, people like you don't need money..."
Mike:"..."
When did you start treating money like dirt?
Is there any misunderstanding?
At this time, two balls of energy floated out of Winston's body.
System prompt:
[Winston's long-cherished wish: The Continental Hotel]
[Commission: US dollar]
[Task description: Help Winston gain control of the Continental Hotel.]
"This can generate commissions, isn't it too far-fetched?"
"The charge is one million... Stark only charges that little, Stark is so shameless!"
I complained a few words in my mind.
"Ahem, the fixed price is one million US dollar. I will help you gain control of the North American branch. My proposal will be valid until the elite troops launch an attack. You can consider it." Mike was slightly embarrassed.
What the hell doesn't require money...
"Deal!"
Winston didn't think about it for long. He stood up and shook hands with Mike again, and then said goodbye to Old Earl. As for the USB flash drive containing the information, he "forgot" it on the table.
Mike Open the notebook, plug in the USB flash drive, and read the information inside carefully.
The mobile phone text message reminded that one million US dollar has arrived in the account.
Mike calls Coulson.
Connected.
"Hey, Mike..." Coulson's voice sounded slightly tired. He had just completed the task and was on Quinjet. "When I received your call, I felt on tenterhooks. My intuition told me that something was up."
"Are you a woman? You speak intuitively. As an enthusiastic citizen, I have news: around 11:30 tonight, a private plane landed at LaGuardia Airport. There were 25 elite armed personnel on the plane, including two Mutants."
"..." The intuition was indeed correct. Coulson asked, "How do you know?"
"Hahaha..." Mike laughed, "Because their target is me!"
Coulson:"What the hell..."
Could it be that he was injured secretly while performing the mission? Otherwise, why would he want to vomit blood so much?