Merchant In the Sea Chapter 7

And what about all this for David Ringo?

nonexistent!

If possible, he didn't want to have anything to do with his family anymore.

For the next two days, David Ringo turned off his call phone and devoted himself wholeheartedly to Grace Yang . He accompanied her shopping, bought her a lot of skin care products, made soup and cooked for the family, and enjoyed the rare warm time in the evening.

It wasn't until the third day that the calling machine was turned on again.

Hundreds of text messages have been left.

Most of them were sent by his parents.

After watching it, I felt relaxed all over.

In the past two days, the principal wife, the first wife, and the second wife jointly exerted pressure on him, brought out the family rules, held three meetings in a row, and forced him to resign from all three positions and hand over all the businesses he was in charge of.

The Lin family’s assets no longer had anything to do with him.

"Not bad, passed smoothly."

"This is the best possible outcome."

"I wonder what the loss is at home?"

Thinking of this, David Ringo’s long brows finally frowned.

It’s really hard to describe what’s going on in the family.

If his third wife doesn't give up some of the benefits, this matter won't be easy to get through.

I picked up the phone, called the Chinese paging station, and only sent a text message to my mother.

"I, Adong, tell my father that I am fine and don't be alarmed. I won't let him down."

David Ringo was in a good mood and losing some money was really nothing.

Delete the text messages one by one.

A beep.

Another text message.

"I'm Caiwei, from the Baihua Dessert Shop. I left something for you, come get it quickly."

Lin Caiwei, his dearest little sister.

David Ringo did not dare to be careless and rushed to the Baihua Dessert Shop.

I took an envelope from my third aunt.

When he opened it, he saw a letter from Caiwei to him.

In terms of content, he talked about the situation at home. The third room suffered a great loss this time, and his father decided to give up the most profitable rubber factory and asked him to make preparations early.

As for the rubber factory?

This wave is a bit of a loss.

This factory was previously managed by David Ringo, and it mainly dealt with industrial waste and recycled rubber. In 1988, it merged with an old state-owned factory and recycled rubber waste to synthesize EPDM and rubber powder particles.

But there is no market for it at the moment.

Of course we can’t let others get away with it so easily.

Empty the warehouse first!

I flipped through the phone book, found a line marked in red, and went to a public telephone booth to make the call.

"I'm Brian Lam. Please contact Mr. Charles at 269 Foreigner Street, Forty-Eight Group Club. Tell him I want to see him."

"OK, please leave your contact information."

David Ringo left his call number.

Afterwards, we found a shop to eat some sweet soup.

Ten minutes later, I received a text message in Chinese: "Appointment has been made. Mr. Charles is waiting for you at 11 a.m."

Shamian Street, No. 623 Road.

No. 269, an ancient, pointed European-style building.

There is an inconspicuous nameplate on the door lintel.

Home | The 48 Group Club.

Forty-eight Group Clubs.

At the semicircular arch stood two Indian achakras, wearing green military uniforms and Sikh turbans.

Seeing someone stop by, the two police officers stood up and said in awkward Chinese: "Friend, you are not allowed to visit here."

"I'm Brian Lam. I have an appointment."

"Are you Mr. Lin?"

"this way please."

The two men led me to the second floor. A red-bearded foreigner was already standing at the stairs, speaking fluent Chinese: "Who is this? You finally remembered me, my best friend."

Open your arms towards David Ringo.

However, David Ringo's expression changed drastically.

He is gentle and restrained, but there is a bit of arrogance and sharpness on his face.

Slap the other person's arm away.

"Don't blame me for this, you screwed up, Charles."

When I entered the office, I saw a cigar burning on the table, emitting a lingering aroma.

Charles pointed at the sofa and twisted his cigar and took a puff: "Tea or coffee?"

"Tea."

Charles was extremely casual. He cut off the end of a cigar and threw it directly over from mid-air.

"Try it, it's good stuff, made in Cuba."

David Ringo took it and put his legs on the coffee table.

A pair of stinky feet dangling on the table.

He was not in a hurry and lit up his cigar and started smoking.

By the time the tea was ready, the room was filled with thick smoke from the two big pipes.

After sending the police away, David Ringo blew out a puff of smoke and asked in fluent English: "What is the situation in the Middle East recently?"

Charles also switched to English: "Same old, terrible."

The Gulf War marked the beginning of the second round of economic sanctions against the Middle East.

David Ringo: "How bad is it? What about the situation at sea? The joint blockade won't affect you, right?"

Charles grinned, twitching his big red beard.

"How could that be? We are also one of the sanctions."

His eyebrows raised, and his small eyes began to get impatient: "What about you? My time is very precious. What good news do you bring me this time?"

David Ringo chuckled.

This old guy has not been seen for decades, but he is still in such a bad state.

No nonsense: "One hundred tons of butyl rubber granules, are you interested?"

Charles' pupils shrank slightly: "How much?"

David Ringo: "One hundred tons, can you eat it?"

Charles' eyes sparkled with excitement.

He has already seen a lot of Franklins waving at him.

When the rabbit dies, the fox mourns. The Iraq War made the world witness the terrifying crushing power of electronic warfare. The anti-American regimes in the entire Middle East were in a panic. The subsequent comprehensive blockade made it difficult for a number of oil-producing countries to breathe.

No one knows who will be the next Iraq.

Even Kuwait is the same.

Rubber granules are really hot commodities nowadays, and people are scrambling to get them.

As long as it is transported into the Arabian Sea, it will be a profitable business.

And in terms of shipping, who else can compare with the British Empire?

"This is really great news, but you have to give me some time."

Charles walked into the inner room and started making calls one after another.

A few minutes later, Charles came out with a red face.

"I think we can have a good talk."

He had no doubt about David Ringo's ability, but was also surprised at his courage that he dared to sell so many goods at once during this period of time. However, he didn't care about it at all and let him die.

"Where are the goods, my friend, can I have a look at them first?"

David Ringo: "The quality is easy to talk about, but the price is what I care about most."

Charles: "Very good, I can offer up to $500 per ton. I always do things with integrity, so I can't offer any higher."

David Ringo: "1,000."

Charles looked at David Ringo exaggeratedly: "Oh, no! I think you must be crazy. Only a fool would believe that you are telling the truth for $1,000."

David Ringo smiled.

"Is this how you do business?"

Ordered a table.

Emphasized the tone.

"Who else would be willing to give you a notorious smuggler at this time?"

"Oh, Sh!t!" Charles looked at David Ringo with an exaggerated expression: "You actually said I'm notorious? You are the smuggling boss behind the scenes, you are a devil, B@st@ard, I am far from chasing you away."

David Ringo: "Shut up, Charles. We have been good friends for many years. That's why I'm letting you do this. If you don't want to do it, then we can break up. I'll give it to Schubert Russell. Ask him how much he can offer."

"No, no, no, if you don't mention that B@st@ard Russell, we are still good friends."

Charles held a cigar in his mouth and put his long and thin hands on David Ringo's shoulders, massaging them shamelessly.

"1,000 dollars is impossible. I think you are talking in your sleep. Considering our long-term cooperation, I will offer you a maximum of 700 dollars, no more."

David Ringo pushed it away with his hand and said, "Get lost. This won't work with me. 1,000 US dollars is my limit. I can't change it. This is my last chance."

Charles: "Deal!"

He rolled the cigar in his mouth twice, creating a hazy cloud of smoke.

Charles looked at David Ringo and was indescribably satisfied.

Who would have thought?

The original market price of recycled rubber was US$200, but it increased tenfold due to the Gulf War.

In just one year, due to the export embargo and economic sanctions imposed by the multinational coalition, the price skyrocketed to 2,000 US dollars.

such a pity!

Charles sighed inwardly.

It is truly a country of treasures.

Abundant resources, sufficient production capacity, and full determination for independence can also ensure that one stays away from war.

If possible, he really hopes to stay here forever.

but...

Time is running out for the British.

Pour the whiskey on the table into two glasses: "Cheers, cheers to our cooperation."

The two of them clinked their glasses happily.

"Where's the goods? When can I see them?"