If someone comes to your door to cooperate with a lot of benefits, then you don’t need to pay too much for him, would you dare to accept such cooperation conditions?

There is no doubt that no matter which businessman encounters this situation, the first thing to consider is what the other party intends.

Nanyi needs Berezovsky, but he cannot come to the door to seek cooperation directly. On the one hand, it will scare the other party and make the other party think randomly. On the other hand, it is not a business to do it, and it is easy for the lion to speak out.

Berezovsky cannot be rushed, and he has to go around in a circle.

Nanyi has three offices in the consulate, one on the first, second and third floors, one on the first and third floors, the third floor is where he discusses confidentiality, the second floor is where he usually works, and the first floor is where he works with Aksingya.

There are now two tables in the office on the first floor, Nanyi has a large-class desk, and Aksingya has a small secretary desk.

"Yin Fulin, please think about it. If you want to invite more than a dozen people, maybe fifteen or sixteen, and there shouldn't be more than twenty people to attend the banquet. Where is the best place to hold it?"

After Nan Yi thought about how to contact Berezovsky, he said to Aksinga that he made a little change in his name, changing his name from being named directly.

"What is the style of the banquet? Solemn or relaxed?" Aksinga asked with the pen in her hand.

Nan Yi will not let people wait for free. Aksinga has now intervened in the management of Friendship Leather City, and she needs to be responsible for handling some trivial matters.

"I want to relax with the people I know, and by the way, have a few strangers. The atmosphere of business people and politicians should not be too reserved or too lively."

Aksinga thought for a while and said, "There is a lighting bar near Magushan. It is a creative restaurant transformed from a light bulb factory building. The environment is good and the space is relatively large. It is very suitable to hold a banquet."

"Sparrow Mountain?" Nan Yi thought for a while. He had indeed seen red bricks and tiles near Sparrow Mountain, similar to buildings, but he had not seen them close to them. He couldn't help but confirm again: "Do you think it's appropriate?"

“Yes, I think it’s very suitable.”

"Since you think it's appropriate, then set it there. Today is the 6th, and it's the 17th weekend. The budget can be higher, the dishes should be as rich as possible, and the wine should be free. I will send my own wine." Nan Yi paused and continued: "Do you have any acquaintances in the singing and dancing troupe? Any one can do."

"I have people I know in the Alexander Red Flag Song and Dance Group." Aksinga said, with a disgusting expression on her face. She vaguely guessed what Nan Yi was thinking.

"Very good. Invite a few female singers and dancers. The other party should come over in private names and give as much reward as possible. Also, remember to make an announcement to them that they are just simply inviting them to perform, and there is no need to do other extra things. Of course, if someone among them wants to do something, it is their freedom."

At this point where everyone is in danger and worry about future destiny, those who are active in their brains will naturally take the initiative to attack. As long as the people from the singing and dancing troupe come, they know how to write the rest of the story themselves.

Nanyi only provides a venue and an opportunity to have a close contact opportunity for Lang Cai and Mimei. It depends on everyone himself.

Nan Yi's words made Aksinya feel a little relieved. She nodded and said, "I will get things done."

After explaining the banquet, Nan Yi explained some other things about his work. After that, he immediately rushed to the Moscow Railway Station and boarded the train to Warsaw.

Nan Yi hasn't seen his daughter for a while, so he wants to go and spend a few days with Nan Ruojin.

When he came to Moscow, Nan Yi did not take a plane, because he wanted to experience the K3 train journey in depth, and because he was scared, he was interested in the shooting down of South Korean passenger plane in 1983. In the airspace of the Soviet Revisitors, he still stopped flying in the sky, and it was safer to run on the ground.

Similarly, he did not dare to fly directly from Moscow to London, so he could only take a plane to the nearest Warsaw. As for the private plane, this area was directly marked as a restricted area and would not fly here even if he was beaten to death.

I left in the afternoon and arrived in Warsaw that night. Because the flights in the evening were a little cheaper, a short trip like Warsaw to London, which was more than two hours long, many people would seek to be cheaper. Therefore, Nanyi and his team did not buy enough tickets and could only take the earliest flight the next day.

The next day, Nanyi appeared in Bolin Castle. Catherine knew he was coming, so she waited in the castle and did not go out.

When Nan Yi wanted to wash away the bad luck in the bathroom so as not to get involved in his daughter, Catherine, as the female landlord, was afraid that he would arrears the rent, so she rushed into the bathroom and asked him to pay it first.

It was already twelve:30 noon when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, which happened to be the favorite lunch time for Londoners.

A roasted Welsh lamb with a salad and three vegetables is a lunch for Nanyi’s family of three. He and Katherine will have a glass of wine and Nan Ruojin will have a glass of milk.

There is a small farm ten kilometers away from Bolin Castle, which was bought by Catherine, raised a few cows, and built a small milk sterilization workshop. The milk that Nan Ruojin usually drinks is delivered from there.

As for the usual ingredients, the farms and ranches in the UK are distributed by Houji Agriculture and Nuwa Animal Husbandry, and high-end ingredients are distributed by SGF. SGF's cold chain has created a skeleton, which can currently meet the needs of its own family and some high-end customers.

Not counting the value of the ingredients, since the delivery volume is small, there are naturally fewer people who share the cost. A customer needs to pay an additional shipping fee starting from US$300 each time, so it can only serve high-end customers.

Just as Nan Yi helped Nan Ruojin cut the steak, Catherine suddenly said, "Robert Maxwell is dead."

"who?"

"The owner of Maxwell Communications, Mirror Group and the New York Daily News."

"so?"

"I want to receive the Mirror Group."

Nan Yi put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin, "If it is your personal behavior, I will not express my opinion. If you want to acquire it in the name of Bolin Investment, sorry, I am not interested in the newspaper group."

"Why?" Catherine said in confusion: "Adam, you don't know the benefits of holding the mouthpiece of public opinion in your hand, right?"

"Of course I know that it is precisely because I am very clear about the energy of public opinion that I don't want to touch it. Public opinion is a double-edged sword that can hurt the enemy and hurt yourself. If it's just for a certain product, brand, and you can pay for it, you don't need to own a newspaper group yourself.

I have no interest in organizing and smearing enemies in newspapers. Commercial problems can be solved by commercial means. If you make enemies in other aspects, you can also use corresponding means;

If someone attacks us in the newspaper, that's OK..."

Nan Yi's words came to an abrupt end, looking at Catherine's face, giving her a look that she could understand.

Catherine understood Nan Yi's eyes, but she had different opinions. "Adam, some things do not have to be too intense, but can be solved with gentler means."

"Well, maybe what you said makes sense. If you want to acquire, use your personal name. No, you should find an agent to come forward. Catherine, you are already silly enough to be the chairman of the club, and you can stop at it."

After Nan Yi finished speaking, his eyes were facing Nan Ruojin. Seeing a smear of sauce on the corner of her mouth, he picked up a napkin to help the little guy wipe it off.

Catherine glared at Nan Yi, maintaining her noble etiquette, straightening her waist and cutting the steak. She was a little dissatisfied with Nan Yi's arrival, which ruined her daughter's training.

Nan Yi waited for Nan Ruojin to eat and drink, put on her coat, put on a red scarf around her neck, and a red woolen hat on her head. She took the little girl out shopping and strolled by the Thames River for a while. The little girl proposed to go to the place where Jack lived.

After taking it back, I had to question Catherine's thoughts. Nan Yi took Nan Ruojin to Whitechap District in East London, which was the area where Jack the Ripper committed the incident.

Obviously, what happened more than a hundred years ago has no trace yet. Nan Yi took Nan Ruojin, who was a little disappointed, and admired the bizarre graffiti on the walls for a while, and then came to the Old Spitafod Market, an ancient red brick building that has existed for nearly four centuries.

Old Spitaford is a very large indoor market with many entrances. When you enter from any intersection, you can see the market in a flash and plan the route in your mind. There are various small stalls scattered in the middle of the market, and there are fixed shops around it, including cosmetics stores, clothing stores, accessories stores, coffee shops and even barber shops.

Passing by the burger shop in the market, Nan Ruojin saw the hand holding the customer tore the pork burger. She looked up at Nan Yi, her eyes were watery and shining. As Nan Yi didn't buy one, she was about to cry.

There was no way, Nan Yi could not resist the eye attack of his daughter, so he could only buy her a burger, and waited for her to take a bite, and a sauce shot on Nan Yi's nose.

Seeing his sauce run away, Nan Ruojin stretched out his little hand that was already covered with the sauce and scraped Nan Yi's nose. The sauce fainted, and Nan Yi's nose was evenly shaped. Looking at Nan Yi's ugly appearance, the little girl smiled on her face, took her fingers and put them in her mouth and licked them.

Nan Yi smiled helplessly, reached out to take out a handkerchief from Nan Ruojin's pocket, put a bib around her neck, took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose clean, held the little man and continued to walk forward.

I stopped in front of the stall selling personalized cups for a while, picked up a cartoon snake-like cup for Nan Ruojin to see it. Nan Ruojin shook his head and said he didn't like it. Nan Yi put down the cup and continued to move forward; personalized wine bottles, personalized snack boxes, personalized accessories, several stall owners are very young, and the things they sell have a little artistic level. At first glance, they are people who love art.

Nan Yi originally planned to donate the money and buy one high or low, but unfortunately he didn't see the one that was particularly exquisite and liked. The little girl had no eyes glowing. She passed by a stall selling some old things. Nan Yi's steps were fixed again, and her eyes were deeply attracted by a sword.

At a glance, it should be a sword of ancient Chinese style. However, the gilded pattern on the scabbard can show a little Tubo style. It is not right. It is somewhat similar to the architectural style of Huaguocheng that I saw two days ago, and it should also have a bit Mongolian style.

He glanced at the guard sword grid, and a face that was probably a divine beast. It looked like a stone lion. His eyes were inlaid with rubies. With a single guard sword grid, Nan Yi felt a little Persian. He didn't recognize what kind of beast the divine beast was, but he was definitely not a lion.

After asking the stall owner, Nan Yi put Nan Ruojin down, picked up the sword from the stall, held it in his hand, and observed it carefully.

The iron tool used in the hilt of the sword is very strange. It uses special craftsmanship to create fine particle bulges on the hilt. Nan Yi touched it with his hand, but he didn't feel what material the bulge particles were.

There is also a protrusion in the middle of the two sides of the hilt, decorated with irregular small flames; the end is a more rounded trileaf shape, and the outer ring is a curly sea wave shape floating.

The scabbard is made of wood, and there is a layer of gilt iron sheets and leather on the outside. The combination of the three makes the scabbard look more classy. If you look at the pattern of the scabbard, Nan Yi is sure to be in the Tubo style, which is almost the same as the decorative style on the hidden sword he has seen.

After pressing the sword buckle, Nan Yi pulled the sword body out of the scabbard. As soon as he pulled it out, an ancient seal inscription immediately appeared on the sword body. There was no need to identify it. Judging from the shape of the characters and combined with the sword itself, it was certain that it was the word "sword".

After further unzipping, two other ancient seal script inscriptions were revealed. The word in the middle is easy to recognize. It looks like a lamp stand with several oil lamps at high and low. It is clearly a word "le". Look at the first word, it is crooked, two horizontal and three vertical, and five lines are put together, like an abstract painting expressing a river. It is difficult to associate it with the text.

However, when Nan Yi saw this word, he felt a little uneasy. He happened to know this word. When he helped Luo Qianqian and the others crack the tomb robbery two years ago, he studied the "Yongle Encyclopedia" for a few days. The word on the sword was clearly the word "yong".

"Yongle Sword? Zhu Di's accessories?" Nan Yi murmured in his heart, "No, how could Zhu Di be equipped with a sword that combines so many alien styles?"

Regarding antiques, Nan Yi was half a bucket of water in half a bucket of water, and there was not much ink in his belly. He inserted his sword body back into the scabbard and said to the stall owner: "How do you sell it?"

The stall owner with an old British character on his face heard Nan Yi’s question, shrank his right palm into his sleeve, raised his hand and said, “Take the hand.”

"Fuck!" Nan Yi cursed in his heart, "Mom Xipi, Chinese, with a jealous smell of old Xi, and he still holds hands. This damn British old man not only speaks authentically in dialect, but also knows how to swallow gold in his sleeves and covers. I am a sheep."

"No need to be so troublesome. Let's just omit the ten-digit number." Nan Yi said, and his left hand gestured to show a two-digit position, "Is this number sold?"

The stall owner glared at Nan Yi like a fool and said in a disdainful tone: "At the beginning of the 15th century, Emperor Yongle ordered the royal weapon workshop of the Ming Dynasty to cast a sword. This sword was a gift to the Tubo Living Buddha and was called Yongle's sword by the world.

During the Qing Dynasty, this sword was sent into the Forbidden City. Later, the Old Summer Palace was built and the sword was placed in the Old Summer Palace. This sword was purchased by the descendants of soldiers back then, and it would not be sold below this number."

After the stall owner finished speaking, he raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gave Nan Yi a few words on the front and back.

The stall owner said something very well. Nan Yi guessed that the stall owner gave him two fives, absolutely impossible to be two fifty, five hundred, or five thousand. This is obviously two fifty, fifty, or ten thousand pounds. This British man is obviously going to be accustomed to Nan Yi.

"One thousand?" Nan Yi asked tentatively.

The stall owner rolled his eyes to Nan Yi and took out a piece of felt to wrap the Yongle sword.

At this time, silence is better than sound, and the stall owner is really aware of it.

"Wait." Nan Yi stopped the stall owner and looked at the other party's eyes and said, "Is this London?"

“Yes, what’s the problem?”

"So, the rules of the Chinese antique business are invalid here. If the sword is fake, I will look for you." Nan Yi said in a warning tone.

"OK, do you need to look at my national insurance number?" the stall owner said confidently.

Nan Yi was very depressed. He didn't like the current situation at all. He had the initiative in the hands of others, so he could only let others control it.

He took out the phone, called Ke Jianzhen, and described the characteristics of the sword to the other party.

"There is a divine beast in the sword grid, and its eyes are ruby?" After hearing Nan Yi's description, Ke Jianzhen confirmed.

"Yes."

"Like a lion?"

"Like, the ghost spirit in the ghost, I think it should be related to religion."
To be continued...