Chapter 75: My answer is sorry

An extended Cadillac limousine parked in front of Hotel Number One, attracting a crowd of onlookers. After all, even though Krisko is the capital of a superpower, it is not a place like Dubai, built entirely with money; the country is only strong in military strength, and it does not mean that everyone here is a millionaire. Especially during this economic crisis, when the ruble and prices have reached an unreasonable level, and there are still so many ordinary people struggling to survive, they all yearn for wealth and luxury, which is human nature.

'I know this car. It's the car that the rich people in the Western countries drive. This is truly the Number One Hotel, it's amazing! Yesterday I heard that there were lots of daily necessities on sale at the Cherv Market, and the President even went there in person to have a look. I'm afraid these people were the ones who did it. Only these Western tycoons could have made such a big deal of it!'

Many people looked at the limousine and commented on it, each one voicing their own guesses.

At the limousine, the assistant in front helped open the door, and then three well-dressed Americans got out of the car. They didn't linger at the entrance, but walked directly into the hotel.

After the three Americans had gone in, someone suddenly exclaimed, 'I think I've seen the second person inside before. It's in that castle on this street. So they're the owners of that castle? They're so rich and cool. I knew they weren't ordinary people!'

They really were not ordinary people. The three Americans were none other than Mr. Meta, David and William, the people in charge of the Tower Project.

'Mr. Meta, do we really have to go find the Chinese guy?'

David whispered, his reluctance clearly audible in his voice. Meta said to him, 'I don't want to go find him either, but for the sake of the Tower Project, we have no choice but to go.'

'This Chinese guy is really a pain in the ass. We should have killed him in Villa 8,' Davie said unconvinced.

'But I've got news that he's still accompanied by a high-ranking military officer from Yanjing. I'm afraid that someone like him is also an important figure in that country, and if we really kill him, there will be problems,'

Meta thought for a moment and then said, 'But the trouble he is causing us now is also a good reminder that it shows me that my plan for the tower is not so thorough. At least on this ruble, we have attached too little importance to it. It also shows that the country in the East is probably not as we thought.'

Meta and Davier walked upstairs while talking, while William did not say a word. He was a little bit confident in the face of Davier, but in front of Meta, he was completely afraid to make a mistake.

They arrived at the café on the third floor. A tall and beautiful Northern Russian woman was waiting here. When she saw Maita and Davier coming up the stairs, she bowed deeply to them and said, 'Welcome Mr. Maita, Mr. Zhou Ming is waiting for you in the café.'

Maita looked at her with a complex expression and said, 'It seems that you have found someone worthy of your trust, Katerina?'

The Northern Russian woman was none other than Katerina, who had been assigned to Zhou Ming as a guide. She replied to Maita, 'Yes, Mr. Maita, thank you very much for assigning me to Port City in the first place. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't have met Mr. Zhou Ming.'

Maita nodded, "Okay, I understand. So you're not going back in the future?'

Katerina shook her head gently and said, "I'm very grateful to you, Mr. Maita, for taking care of me in the past, but I'm sorry, I'm now Mr. Zhou Ming's interpreter.'

Mata didn't react much to Karelina's answer, but Davier and William, who had followed him, immediately looked extremely distressed.

The reason was none other than that, as people with status behind them, they both knew what kind of person Mata was, what kind of status he had, how much wealth he had in his hands, and now he was doing something even more earth-shattering. More importantly, Mr. Mata attached great importance to Karelina and even paved the way for her future.

But in the face of such a clear path, Karolina ultimately chose the Chinese man, preferring to work as his translator rather than return home. This made David and William unable to figure out no matter what, what kind of magic the Chinese man had to be able to do this. Could being a translator for a Chinese man be better than working for a future super-rich man who controls 20 trillion in wealth? How could this be possible?

'Okay, I understand. I respect your choice. Now please take me to meet this Chinese person you have chosen,' Maita said to Katerina.

Katerina replied with a nod, and then led Maita into the café. Zhou Ming was sitting by the window with the best lighting, enjoying his coffee.

Zhou Ming did not immediately stand up, but first took a look at the people who came over. Whether it was Karelina David or William, Zhou Ming had seen them before, so the one he had not seen before must be that Mr. Mata.

Speaking of meeting this Mr. Meta today, Zhou Ming was actually very excited. After all, it would be false to say that he was not excited about meeting a legendary figure who controls 20 trillion in wealth. And more importantly, although Zhou Ming found a lot of information about him in his previous life, there was never even a photo. Deep down, Zhou Ming really wanted to see what Mr. Meta looked like.

But now that he had seen him, Zhou Ming's heart had calmed down. This Mr. Meta did not look extraordinary at all. He was of normal build, slightly overweight, and a balding middle-aged man wearing glasses.

After they had walked over, Zhou Ming took the initiative to stand up and say, 'Welcome Mr. Meta, I'm very happy to meet you, I'm Zhou Ming.'

Meta also looked up and down at Zhou Ming a few times, smiled and said, 'So you are Zhou Ming? It's true that no matter how many stories you hear, it's not as good as meeting you in person.'

'Mr. Mata, I've also been wondering what kind of person could come up with a plan like the Dota Project,'

Zhou Ming replied. In fact, their conversation carried both positive and negative meanings, depending on how the listener interpreted it. A confident person would take it as a compliment, while an insecure person would take it as a mockery.

'Mr. Zhou Ming is truly amazing!'

Meta said sincerely, while giving Zhou Ming a thumbs-up, and then lightly touched hands with Zhou Ming before sitting opposite him. Karelina sat next to Zhou Ming, while Davier and William sat to Meta's left and right. Meta looked around, at the empty café, and gave Zhou Ming a puzzled expression.

Zhou Ming explained to him at this time: 'The whole café has been booked today to facilitate our conversation.'

'Mr. Zhou Ming is considerate,' said Maita, and then asked a question: 'But why did Mr. Zhou Ming choose to sit here alone in such a large café?'

'Because this is by the window, and I like the sunshine very much,' said Zhou Ming, and then pointed at the window again, 'From here you can see Gole Street and the Mlini Palace in the distance, and you can feel the pulse of this city.'

'It seems that Mr. Zhou Ming really likes it here?' Meta asked.

Zhou Ming answered as a matter of course: "This place has allowed me to make so much money, I don't think I have any reason not to like it.'

Meta nodded and said: "Indeed, since Nikolaevich took over the country's power and launched the privatisation reform, and with the opening up of the capital market, in this city, as long as you have a certain amount of capital in your hands and can predict the future direction, you can indeed make a lot of money. However, Mr. Zhou Ming, your goal is much greater than that.'

Zhou Ming did not say anything, and then Maita continued, 'Transporting 10,000 tons of daily necessities and gathering rubles in a short period of time is a layout that I did not expect from Mr. Zhou Ming.'

Zhou Ming then smiled and said, 'Mr. Maita is too kind. I don't think this can be considered a layout. Compared to Mr. Maita's Dota project, this is just a small business.'

'The Chinese are indeed an implicit people,' said Meta. "But I hope that Mr. Zhou Ming's business is really a small business, because if it were, I don't think I would have come here today. But since I'm here, there are many things I need to discuss with you face-to-face.'

Meta paused for a moment, then asked Zhou Ming, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Zhou Ming first participated in the Dota Project as a replacement for Tao Guoling, right?'

Zhou Ming nodded and said yes, without saying anything superfluous. Meta then sighed and said, 'I know that something happened later that made you leave the Dota Project, but that was also our biggest mistake. But then you also made a lot of money in the Dota Project, and even now your plan to control the ruble through daily necessities is inseparable from the Dota Project...'

Before Meta could finish speaking, Zhou Ming interrupted and asked, 'Mr. Meta, do you want me to return to the Dota Project?'

Hearing Zhou Ming ask this question, the expressions on the faces of Davie and William all froze, because to them, this was a disgrace.

On the one hand was the Dota Project, which had gathered the wealth and wisdom of the entire Western world, and on the other was Zhou Ming, who had only half the knowledge. No matter how you looked at it, the Dota Project should be suppressing Zhou Ming, but now it had instead turned the other way around.

Especially for Davie, he knows that it was his decision to dare Zhou Ming to leave in the first place, and now he wants to call him back, isn't this slapping him in the face? If possible, Davie really wants to pull out a gun and shoot Zhou Ming to death, so as to save listening to him ask these questions here that make him want to go berserk.

If it were up to David, he would definitely not agree, but now that Mr. Meta was here, he thought for a moment before nodding to Zhou Ming and saying, 'I do have this idea in mind, it's called a strong alliance, I just don't know what your plans are.'

'I'm sorry,' Zhou Ming replied to him, 'I'm sorry, Mr. Meta, my answer is sorry.'

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