"Hmm? Afraid? " Martin looked at Griff in surprise. "That's why you didn't perform well today."
Griff nodded.
"But what's there to be afraid of about Mr. Devonshire? He's not a gangster from your hometown, Sicily," Martin said.
"You don't understand, it's a kind of fear from the soul. I feel that whether it's Sicily or New York's gangsters, compared to William Devonshire, they're as fierce as Italian Cassiopeia on the outside.
On the inside, they're just scoundrels, trash, and criminals, but at least they're still human. If we ordinary people are ruthless, we can still take them down with swords and guns.
But standing in front of William Devonshire was different. It felt like facing a devil that had crawled out of hell.
A devil that was filled with wailing and crying evil spirits, reeking of blood.
Although he was always smiling, I could feel that when William Devonshire looked at us, his eyes were as if he was looking at data, without any emotion.
If it wasn't for the love and affection in his eyes when he looked at Miss Ambrosio, I might have peed my pants. "
"F * ck, Griff," Martin cursed in a low voice, grabbing him by the collar and saying angrily, "Damn you, Sicilian, have you taken too many drugs? Or are you playing me like an idiot?
I thought you only thought that William Devonshire was dangerous, but now you're telling me that he's some damn devil. Do you think I'll believe your nonsense? "
"Damn it, this is a metaphor, a metaphor, you high school graduate idiot, don't you understand metaphors? Damn it, that's how you became the manager of the New York Yacht Club.
And buddy, I swear I'm telling the truth. All these years, other than the few times I lied to you about treating me to a meal, I've never lied to you about anything serious. William Devonshire really reeks of blood, "Griff explained.
"F * ck, shut up," Martin hurriedly covered Griff's mouth, "Bastard, lower your voice, don't let Mr. Devonshire hear you."
Looking at the superyacht dozens of meters away, Martin dragged Griff back to his office, let go of Griff, and cursed.
"You idiot Sicilian. Even if William and Devonshire are really supervillains who kill without blinking, what does that have to do with us? You're not a f * cking police officer.
You're just a salesperson who will be fired if you can't complete your task. Damn it. "
Martin stared at Griff with a strange look in his eyes. "After knowing you for so many years, I still don't know that you're a nosy bastard."
"F * ck you, I'm not some f * cking saintess. You don't understand why I want to find William and Devonshire." Griff slapped his forehead in annoyance.
"I don't care what you want from William and Devonshire, but don't stop me from earning my commission."
Martin waved his arms and said excitedly, "Do you know how much commission I'll get if this deal is done? 120,000 US dollars, this money is lower than ten months of my salary.
Not to mention the membership fee is just a small amount of money. As long as I serve Miss Ambrosius well and make her interested in going out to sea, I'll go out to sea once a month.
"One million US dollars will be used up by oil and yacht maintenance in less than half a year. By then, my commission will be even higher."
Martin stared fiercely at Griff. "You bastard, don't stop me from earning money to pay the mortgage. Otherwise, we won't even be friends."
Griff rubbed his cheeks with his hands. He felt that he couldn't explain it to Martin, this American idiot. He looked at Martin gloomily and struggled in his heart. After a long time, he showed a professional smile again.
"Well, William and Devonshire's hands are covered in blood. It really has nothing to do with us."
He took out his phone and dialed the number on the note.
The call was quickly connected. They greeted each other and explained their intentions. Griff and Anthony quickly came to an agreement and hung up the phone. Griff turned to Martin and nodded.
"It's done. The other party asked me to go to London to sign the contract. Lawyer Anthony has William and Devonshire's electronic authorization. He can represent William and Devonshire to sign the contract."
"That's right." Martin smiled and walked forward to pat Griff's shoulder. "Who the big shots are has nothing to do with us.
I'm sorry for treating you like that just now, my friend.
Last year, I took a loan to buy a villa in Long Island to provide a better environment for my two children. But the f * cking house hasn't even been bought for half a year and the price has dropped by half.
The industry is also in a slump. It's been almost five months since April, and our yacht club hasn't added any yachts. There's no commission. After paying off the loan with just 12,000 US dollars a month, it's not enough to support our family. "
Hearing this, Griff was happy. He pretended to be depressed and nodded in agreement.
"Sigh, isn't it the same for our Rafadi? We haven't sold a single yacht in three months since we took over the Liwa Yacht Company.
Not only are we unable to sell it, but many customers who ordered the yachts before are also not willing to pay the follow-up fees. Otherwise, we wouldn't be in such a hurry to sell the Liwa 50MT.
Many people in the company are worried that this super yacht will be parked in the shipyard for a year or two. If that's the case, this yacht will really be scrapped. "
Martin sneered. "You're taking advantage of us. It's good enough that we can sell it now, and we've heard so many suggestions for improvement.
Although Mr. Devonshire's words don't sound good, he's right. The customers have no obligation to help you test new technologies and ideas. "
After pausing for a moment and seeing Griff smiling silently, Martin continued, "Don't tell me that your company's next 50MT will cost 18 million US dollars. With your experience, it shouldn't be a problem to lower the cost by 30%, right?"
"More or less. With the current price, it might be lower. Many raw material companies are having a hard time now. Some of the high-grade wood prices have dropped by more than 60%."
"God, it dropped by that much?" Martin was shocked for a moment before suddenly thinking, "FK, I said that no matter how bad your company's economy is, you wouldn't be so desperate for 10 or 20 million US dollars. So you used the funds to buy raw materials at the bottom?"
"Hehe, Martin, you bastard, you're really a hyena. You'll understand the reason just by asking," Griff carefully looked at Martin's office. "Is it safe?"
Martin thought for a moment, then stood up and took a bottle of wine and a glass. He said to Griff, "Let's go to the outdoor coffee table."
"Okay," Griff nodded.
The two of them went to the outdoor coffee table. After sitting down, Martin hurriedly asked in a low voice, "Tell me?"
"Okay," Griff replied and began, "You should know about the Bahamas' guaifu, right?"
"Of course, as long as it's related to ships, who doesn't know about guaifu? It's a rare and important shipbuilding material in the eyes of all shipyards."
Griff said in a low voice mysteriously, "I don't know the reason. I only know that two months ago, our head office, Rafadi Company, and a few directors of Liwa Shipyard, who hold 40% of the shares, were secretly buying Bahamas' guaifu in small batches.
The wood was piled up in the material warehouse of this 50MT yacht. If it wasn't for the mission to test the navigation and sell the 50MT yacht, I wouldn't have had the chance to check the warehouse alone.
You wouldn't believe it even if I told you. Those idiots in Northern Italy did such a secretive thing and changed the password of the secret warehouse to the password from a year ago. "
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