PDLP Chapter 51 You want a car with just one sentence?
Chapter 51 You want a car with just one sentence?
As soon as Lin Ximeng finished speaking, the three Japanese were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and laughed, their laughter full of undisguised sarcasm.
The man with the buzz cut couldn't help but sneer, "Are you kidding me? One serving of caviar for each person?"
The woman in the blue dress next to him smoothed her hair and looked Lin Simon and the brothers in red and blue pants up and down, her disdain almost overflowing.
"Do you know what caviar is?" she asked, raising an eyebrow with a hint of superiority in her tone.
"Not just any fish roe can be called caviar. Have you ever heard of 'black gold'?"
Caviar, a delicacy in Western cuisine, is considered one of the world's three most luxurious foods, along with foie gras and black truffles. It is also known as "black gold" due to its scarcity and glossy black color.
They are further divided into three grades: Chinese paddlefish, Ossetia sturgeon, and swan sturgeon. Among them, the Chinese paddlefish must grow to be 18-20 years old before its eggs can be retrieved.
The process involves steps such as egg extraction, washing, weighing, and pickling. The salting process requires strict time control to maintain the elasticity of the fish eggs.
Therefore, it is expensive, and most people buy it in units of a small spoonful.
The caviar from the Sea Sturgeon at this restaurant starts at $200 per serving.
She believed that even if Lin Ximeng and his fellow homeless people pooled their money together, they might not be able to afford a small spoonful, let alone a portion for each of them.
Miguel, emerging from the private room, couldn't help but frown upon hearing Dorian Simon's words: "What the hell? A serving of caviar for everyone? That's too extravagant!"
Even as the director of the shelter, he only ordered one serving when he was on a date with his lover.
Miguel said to Gray, who was standing beside him, "Ignore him. That kid is just greedy. We just talked about cooperating, and he makes such unreasonable demands. Who knows how difficult he'll be to deal with in the future."
Gray's lips twitched involuntarily, and he felt a pang of heartache.
A serving of caviar starts at $200 per person, which adds up to nearly a thousand dollars. Anyone would feel the pinch.
He makes a lot of money finding corpses for the company.
But he has a lot of loan payments to make every month!
But Gray pushed up his glasses, thought for a moment, and then had a different idea: "He's testing me to see if I'm a valuable partner."
Miguel looked bewildered and was about to ask another question.
Gray continued to explain:
"After we brought Jason back, I had someone investigate his background."
Aside from the few things he did in the slums these past few days, his past is completely blank; not a single trace can be found.
At this point, Gray's tone became more serious.
"This shows that he has extremely strong intelligence counter-surveillance capabilities. I sent people to investigate him, but he may have already found out."
He paused, then added:
"Inviting him to dinner this time was meant to explain that we had no ill intentions and wanted to make friends with him."
It seems that this level of sincerity is not enough.
I don't care why someone as capable as him would become a homeless person, as long as I can reach a cooperation agreement with him.
"Eliminating Dylan and monopolizing the carcass resources from the Black Penguins' side makes this caviar expense a necessary investment."
Having figured this out, Gray immediately said to the waiter waiting at the door, "Do as Mr. Horus says, bring us all a serving of caviar."
The waiter's eyes lit up instantly, and he put on an even more enthusiastic smile, quickly replying, "Yes, sir, we'll arrange it for you right away."
At the same time, he was overjoyed. He could earn more from this meal than he usually earns in a week.
Within minutes, several exquisite dishes of caviar were served, served with silver spoons and seashell dishes, the glossy black caviar gleaming.
The two brothers in red and blue pants were so excited that their hands trembled slightly. They picked up their small spoons and carefully took a bite, the delicious taste exploding in their mouths.
Even before they became homeless, they had never eaten anything this expensive!
The two brothers exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with admiration for Lin Simon.
The man with the mustache, holding his plate, thought to himself: "Last time when we were distributing canned food, I thought Mr. Horus was generous, but today he's handing out caviar worth hundreds of dollars a serving. I guess I underestimated him. What do those black penguins have to compare to him?"
Lin Ximeng casually picked up a dish of caviar, shook it, and said to the three Japanese, "If you want to eat it, pay for it yourself. If you can't afford it, leave now."
He paused, then continued, "Just a touch, and you're already hitting me? Is this your first time eating caviar?"
The three Japanese men blushed instantly upon hearing this, but when they saw the neatly arranged caviar in front of Lin Ximeng and his group, they were stunned by the "one serving per person" attitude.
They had never seen this way of eating before and were at a loss for what to do.
At that moment, the same waiter from before strode over, still smiling, but speaking firmly to the Japanese men: "Gentlemen, please enjoy your meal and don't disturb the other customers. With so many people in the restaurant, minor bumps and scrapes are inevitable; that's normal. If you continue to cause trouble, we'll have to ask you to leave."
The waiter knew perfectly well: the purpose of opening a shop is to make money. It's not easy to encounter a generous customer like Lin Ximeng, so he had to serve him well and not let these poor guys ruin the business.
We Americans are a long-established capitalist country; whoever has money is the master.
The three Japanese were furious, but fearing they would actually be kicked out, they could only slink back to their seats.
After resolving this minor incident, Lin Ximeng and his group returned to their private room to continue their discussions.
Gray cut to the chase: "What are your thoughts on disrupting the meeting between Black Penguin and Dylan?"
Lin Ximeng said calmly, "I'd like to help you with this too. But as you can see, I have to lead the team to do this, and we need to give everyone a plausible reason."
Gray laughed and said, "I understand. Feel free to ask for anything, as long as it's within my power."
Upon hearing this, Lin Ximeng's gaze immediately turned to Miguel, who was standing to the side.
Miguel had just gotten a free serving of expensive caviar, which improved his opinion of Lin Simon considerably. Seeing him looking over, he was about to give him a friendly smile.
Simon said slowly, "Our team recently started a same-city delivery business and we're short of a vehicle to transport goods. I think the blue pickup truck from the shelter is perfect for us."
Miguel's heart skipped a beat, and his smile froze on his face.
Those blue pickup trucks, he bought them for $12500 each, and you just want one with a single word?
Before Miguel could even process what was happening, Gray immediately made the decision: "No problem, it's settled then."
As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass on the table and clinked it against Lin Ximeng's: "Wishing us a pleasant collaboration."
Lin Ximeng nodded slightly. "It's a pleasure working with you."
Miguel, standing to the side, looked helpless.
He was able to get the position of director of the shelter entirely because of Gray's behind-the-scenes maneuvering; he simply couldn't refute the other party's decision.
He looked down at the caviar in front of him. Just moments ago it had tasted sweet and delicious, but now it suddenly tasted somewhat bitter.