Tension crackled between GS and Schneider's Maids.
GS merely leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and took Li Xinxin's hand, examining it as though a flower had bloomed on it.
"In that case, we have nothing more to discuss!" Schneider snorted, stood, and turned to leave.
"Heh!" GS sneered. There had never been anything to discuss.
He had no interest in the Netherlands and could not even be bothered to pretend.
So what if the Netherlands was the crossroads of Europe?
In his eyes, only a few places had much value.
Japan before the nineties, the Soviet Union around 1991, and England and America.
The first two went without saying. Both offered plenty of benefits to scoop up.
As for England, it was Hong Kong Island's parent country.
Making connections with the head of the Police Force on Hong Kong Island was difficult, especially for someone of GS's standing. Even a justice of the peace could push him around.
But if he established himself in England and befriended British officials, then brought those overseas connections back home and had those officials introduce him to the head of the Police Force, things would be much easier.
"Came all this fucking way for that load of crap!" GS curled his lip, stood, and stretched.
He walked out with an arm around Li Xinxin, then suddenly paused at the door, turned around warmly, and put his other arm around Eight Fingers to lead him outside.
"Uncle Eight Fingers, whatever the outcome, thanks for setting this up. Even if the deal didn't work out..."
Just outside, they saw several people getting out of a car diagonally across the intersection.
"Boss, we're here. The food's especially good today. Apparently they've brought in a great chef!" Crow said with a smile as he opened