Chapter 6874
A Generous Gift
Cole's gaze seemed to be fixed directly on Di Lang's face, his eyes filled with sincerity and expectation, as if he truly regarded Di Lang as the key figure in this deal.
However, in reality, his peripheral vision had already been like radar, keenly and accurately locking onto the two "supervisors" with their eyes closed to Di Lang's right.
These two "supervisors" appeared to be resting with their eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to everything around them, but Cole knew very well that they were the key figures in this deal.
He knew all too well that the real trading partner was never Di Lang, the puppet who was completely controlled by the Black Phoenix Organization.
Di Lang is merely a pawn on the surface; every move he makes and every word he utters may be acting on the instructions of someone behind the scenes.
The two figures hidden behind the scenes, who wield the true power of the Black Phoenix Organization, are the key to making the final decision in this deal.
Once he convinces them and gets them to approve the deal, the deal will be a great success, and he will be able to successfully complete the task assigned to him by the organization, and obtain generous rewards and a higher status.
Di Lang's fingers, resting on the mahogany table, curled slightly, as if drawn by an invisible force, involuntarily contracting.
Then, he slowly loosened his grip, as if trying to control the turmoil in his heart.
Cole's terms were like the devil's babbling, each word carrying the weight of a counterweight, pressing heavily on his nerve endings.
Those tempting conditions were like a giant whirlpool, constantly drawing him in, making it almost impossible for him to extricate himself.
But he also knew that there might be huge risks and conspiracies hidden behind this, and once he got involved, he might be doomed.
He was constantly struggling and hesitating, unsure of what to choose.
The immense profits, like a glittering mountain of gold, radiate a dazzling light, enough to make anyone lose their mind in an instant; the cutting-edge weapons, like countless razor-sharp blades, possess the power to rewrite the battlefield and determine life and death; the priceless equipment, like rare treasures, contains endless technological mysteries and limitless development potential; and then there's the support of the vast empire behind it, a terrifying force capable of shaking the world, providing a solid backing and a continuous stream of resources for any operation.
These tempting conditions, like surging, molten lava, churned and surged wildly within his chest.
That scorching heat relentlessly burned the thin ice called reason.
Faced with this powerful temptation, reason, like a fragile layer of ice, began to show fine cracks, threatening to collapse at any moment.
However, the words "treason" hung coldly over his head like an ice pick coated with deadly poison.
The biting cold seeped down his scalp, making him shiver involuntarily.
He knew perfectly well that once he took this wrong step, an abyss of no return awaited him.
That abyss is filled with endless darkness, agonizing torment, and eternal infamy.
His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, as if it had been sanded dry.
His gaze, involuntarily carrying a hint of helplessness and confusion, fell upon the two "supervisors" on his right, who seemed to be meditating old monks.
The two "supervisors" remained quietly with their eyes closed, as if everything happening around them was irrelevant; they were in a tranquil space that belonged only to themselves. The withered old man's black fingernails lightly traced the mahogany table surface, leaving a few tiny, almost invisible scratches, much like the subtle ripples deep within his heart. The red-faced old man maintained a long, steady breathing rhythm, so stable that no external temptation or pressure could shake his inner resolve.
Their silence was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on Di Lang and making it hard for him to breathe.
This silence itself is an attitude, an attitude of completely throwing the power of decision, or rather, the responsibility of bearing the consequences, back to Di Lang.
They seemed to be silently telling Di Lang: "You choose your own path; you bear the consequences yourself."
Hook-nosed Cole kept a close eye on Di Lang's every move, clearly taking in the struggle and greed in Di Lang's eyes.
He was secretly pleased with himself, knowing that his plan was working step by step.
He leaned forward slightly, like a patient hunter who had finally waited for the most vulnerable moment of his prey, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
A confident smile curved his lips, a hint of cunning and treachery in his grin.
His voice was lower, yet it carried a stronger penetrating power, as if a venomous snake had pressed its sharp fangs against the carotid artery of its prey, ready to launch a fatal blow at any moment: "Di Lang, to express our utmost sincerity, Black Hawk has decided to add another gift."
Ten 'Titan' series ultra-high precision five-axis CNC machining centers.
He paused deliberately, his eyes fixed on Di Lang, admiring Di Lang's frozen breath and slightly dilated pupils.
"I think this will be a great boost to Nanlai Group... or rather, to Hei Luan's strategic layout in the field of cutting-edge manufacturing."
With these advanced processing centers, you will be able to significantly improve your manufacturing capabilities in a short period of time, produce more and more advanced weapons and equipment, and further consolidate your position in the martial arts world and your sphere of influence.
Isn't this what you've always dreamed of?
Cole's voice was deep and seductive, like an evil sorcerer tempting Dillon into the abyss of depravity.
The Titans series!
When those three words exploded in Di Lang's ears like a bombshell, his mind went blank for a moment, as if a thunderclap was exploding wildly in his small skull, making him dizzy and his vision went black.
That's not just a simple astronomical figure of 500 million!
Five hundred million might be an unattainable fortune for an ordinary person, but it seems so insignificant in the face of the "Titan" series.
It's important to know that the "Titan" series is a national strategic asset that is on the strictest embargo list!
That is a top-level piece of equipment that the country has spent countless efforts and invested massive resources in, and that was developed by a top scientific research team after years of dedicated research.
It represents the most advanced level of technology in the world today, and is a strategic entity that is truly "valuable but unavailable"!
On the black market, even if you're rolling in money and have a mountain of cash, you can forget about buying a single "Titan" series device.
Because its existence concerns a nation's core interests and security, no country would easily relinquish it. (End of Chapter)