Half an hour later, Abram arrived at the Continental Hotel. He gave a gold coin to the guard at the hotel's side door and waited for ten minutes before meeting the lobby manager, Charon.
"Good evening, Mr. Tarasov. What can I do for you?" Charon might be black, but his etiquette was impeccable.
Abram sat in the car and apologized, "Good evening, Mr. Charon. I'm sorry, but for some reason, I don't want anyone to know that I'm here. Please forgive me for not being able to get out of the car to say hello. I'm here to see the manager, Winston. Is Mr. Winston in the hotel?"
Charon nodded and gestured for the guard to open the metal gate. Abram immediately drove into the internal parking lot and got out with a box.
Charon glanced at Abram and purposely patted the box with his hand. He saw that the box was filled with gold coins. Otherwise, Abram wouldn't have to use so much effort to carry such a small box.
"Please come with me, Mr. Tarasov. The manager is meeting with guests on the top floor. I'll inform him later. It's up to him whether he wants to meet you or not."
"Okay, thank you." Abram didn't care about Charon's attitude since he was the one begging Winston. "There are four backpacks in the car. Please send someone to help me carry them."
"Okay, Mr. Tarasov." Charon extended his hand and made a gesture of invitation. "Please come with me."
Charon took Abram to a meeting room on the top floor and personally poured a cup of coffee for Abram. "Please wait a moment, Mr. Tarasov. I'll ask the manager for instructions."
"Thank you." Abram watched Charon leave expectantly. He was thinking about what he and Vigo could offer to convince Winston if Winston wasn't satisfied with their conditions.
Not long after, the sound of a helicopter's propeller could be heard. That big shot had arrived and landed directly on the top floor of the Continental Hotel.
And from Charon's words, Winston was going to welcome him personally.
Abram was curious and wanted to go out to take a look. He opened the door of the meeting room and was stopped by two bodyguards before he could walk out. "I'm sorry, sir. Due to confidentiality, you can't leave this door right now."
"Okay." Abram walked back to the sofa and sat down.
The two bodyguards outside the door walked into the meeting room to take a look. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, they nodded to Abram and closed the door.
This made Abram wait for two hours. Just as he was about to lose his patience, there was a knock on the door.
Charon opened the door and walked in. He politely said to Tarasov, "Mr. Tarasov, Mr. Winston has time to see you now. Please come with me."
Abram heaved a sigh of relief. He had not waited for two hours in vain. He stood up and quickly walked to the door with the gold coin box. "Thank you, Mr. Charon. I can't wait to see Mr. Winston."
After passing through a long corridor, the two arrived at the top garden. The September night in New York was cool, and as soon as they entered the garden, a gentle breeze blew past them, and Abram's anxious heart slowly relaxed.
He looked up and saw the manager of the Continental Hotel, Winston, talking to a young man sitting with his back to him.
As Abram entered, Winston exchanged a few words with the young man whose back was to him, then rose and walked over to Abram.
After shaking hands, Winston smiled and said, "Good evening, Lil Tarasov. What can I do for you?"
It was a matter of life and death. Now that there were outsiders around, Abram was a little hesitant. However, before he could speak, he heard Winston say, "It's okay. If you have something to say, just say it."
Abram immediately felt Winston's impatience. He was curious about who the young man who was sitting with his back to him was, and why Winston was not afraid of him at all.
However, now was not the time to be curious. He looked at the garden and saw a round table not far away. He said, "Can we talk there? Mr. Winston, what I'm about to say is related to my life and Vigo's life. I have to be careful. "
Abram's caution made Winston curious. He knew Abram and Vigo's identity. If Abram was so careful, it must be very important. "Okay, please come with me."
He led Abram to the round table. After sitting down, Winston said, "Tell me, what is it?"
Abram placed the suitcase on the round table and opened it. The suitcase full of gold coins from the Continental Hotel came into view.
Winston looked at the gold coins in surprise. "I didn't expect you two brothers to have so many gold coins from the hotel.
If I remember correctly, you two brothers don't seem to have issued any missions in the hotel. Can you tell me how you got these gold coins? "
"Don't misunderstand, Mr. Winston. Although Vigo and I haven't personally issued any missions, we have some business dealings with the hotel, such as gathering information and dealing with some hooligans."
Winston turned his head and glanced at Charon, who was standing behind him.
Charon nodded. "Yes, sir. The hotel does have a lot of troublesome matters that require the cooperation of local special groups, especially some transportation services for members. Mr. Abram's taxi company has always cooperated well with us. He's a man who follows the rules."
"Very good." Charon's words made Winston very happy. "I like people who follow the rules. Speak, little Tarasov. Since we're partners, as long as you don't break the hotel's rules, I'll do my best to help you."
These words made Abram choke. He had come this time to break the rules, but now that the old fox Winston had stopped him, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
"What is it?" Winston saw that Abram didn't speak for a long time and couldn't help but frown.
After thinking for a moment, Abram gritted his teeth. "I'm sorry, Mr. Winston. This matter concerns my life and Vigo's, so I won't beat around the bush. This time, I brought 200 gold coins and 20 million USD. Vigo and I hope you can help us deal with some trouble."
"Trouble?" Winston lowered his head slightly and looked directly at Abram. "Just trouble? A little trouble that doesn't even cost 200 gold coins. "
"Two hundred gold coins represent two hundred missions, and twenty million dollars represents two hundred lives. Do you want to fight a war in New York?
Or do you want me to retire early? As long as I accept this mission of yours, I'll be questioned by the High Table in a few days. "
Abram felt uncomfortable being stared at by Winston. He sat up straight and put his hands on the round table and begged, "Do you think this mission can be privately accepted? Or you can tell me a few names and we'll contact them ourselves.
In exchange, we'll hand over our intelligence network to you after the mission is completed. At the same time, we'll discuss any requests you have. "
"Any requests?"
Abram turned his head and was shocked to see a young man standing silently behind him. It seemed to be the young man who had been sitting on the sofa in the reception area.
"What?" Winston was helpless against William's bad taste. He shook his head and smiled. "You're interested in them?"
"Haha, my dear Winston, I'm not only interested in them, I'm also interested in Pushkin behind them."
"Hello, Mr. Tarasov. My name is William Devonshire. I'm English. Unfortunately, if it weren't for some accidents, we would've met in Boston a few days ago."
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