Qin Chu's Strategy of Sowing Discord (7)

In Turkey, Istanbul.

Two golden-haired women wearing almost transparent golden chiffon dresses knelt on the ground, holding red wine in their hands.

Ian seemed to be in a good mood. He had recently signed a huge contract and earned more than a billion yuan just from selling firearms alone.

He had always known that he was a vulgar person who loved money.

Only with money could one have everything.

Now, in addition to all kinds of illegal underground transactions, he also controls the Middle East Bitcoin market.

Without Lu Yan finding trouble with him, his business was much better, but… he felt like his life lacked passion.

"Brother Ian… you've earned so much this time. Aren't you going to treat me to some good wine?"

The religious fanatic, Leavis, smiled cunningly. It was not an exaggeration to say that he and Ian were in cahoots.

"Of course, you can choose whatever you want from my wine cabinet…"