Chapter 209 Black Water

Chapter 209 Black Water

Chapter 209 Black Water
Entering the end of November, the weather in Seoul is getting colder day by day. Since yesterday, the first cold wave of the end of 2007 has swept across the entire peninsula. At night, the temperature finally dropped below zero, and the water on the road has already frozen. However, by this morning, the temperature has risen again, but according to the weather forecast, the highest temperature in the past two days is only about or degrees - winter has finally arrived.

In Geulyuedong, Yongsan District, An Rushong turned the steering wheel and drove the car down Hanjiang Road. After driving along the fork road for less than three minutes, he saw a five-story building on the right side of the road. On the roof of the building, there was a neon sign of "Dongyue Company".

On the right side of the building, there is a small open space, which is surrounded by an iron fence. At the entrance, there is a signboard with the words "Private Parking Lot" written on it. Below this line of words, there is a small bracket with "Dongyue".

At this time, at the entrance of this parking lot, there were two people, a man and a woman. The man was a foreigner, wrapped in a black down jacket, and looked extremely bloated. The woman was a tall young person with shoulder-length hair. Judging from her appearance, she should be Asian, and East Asian.

Compared with the foreigner, the young woman's outfit looked much simpler. It was just a black windbreaker, the hem of which was pulled down, revealing her calves in black trousers.

The foreigner was lawyer Thomson. When he saw An Rushong driving over, he waved at him and made a gesture towards the parking lot, which obviously meant for him to drive the car into the parking lot.

An Rushong turned the steering wheel, drove the car into the parking lot, and parked the car in a random parking space.

"Hey, Thompson," An Rushong shivered in the cold wind after getting out of the car. He raised his hand to rub his neck and said to lawyer Thompson who was coming towards him.

"Hey, Ann," Thomson seemed to be very afraid of the cold. He was wearing such thick clothes, but he still hunched his neck. When he spoke, his voice seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Finally I've waited for you." They have dealt with each other many times, and now Thomson has almost become An Rushong's personal lawyer. To him, An Rushong is also a potential high-quality big client, so he has always been very concerned about the affairs of this big client.

Because they were familiar with each other, they didn't have so many reservations when talking. After meeting An Rusong, Thomson said directly: "Let's go, let's go in quickly. This damn weather is too cold. I don't want to stay outside for a minute."

An Rusong looked at him, then at the young woman following behind him, and then followed him while asking, "You seem to have forgotten to introduce this lady to me. Hey, Thomson, that's not very gentlemanly."

"Oh," Thomson held the collar of his down jacket with one hand, and waved his other hand back and forth between An Rusong and the young woman, introducing them concisely: "This is Anna, my new assistant. Anna, this is President An Rusong."

"Hello, Miss Anna," An Rusong said with a smile, extending his hand from behind Thomson as he walked, "Nice to meet you."

"Hello, Mr. An," Anna shook his hand and said with a smile, "My Korean name is An Xishan, you can call me Xishan."

The girl is tall, innocent, with big eyes and a small nose. She looks a bit like the Japanese actress named Minami Hamabe. To be honest, it is rare to see such innocent girls in Korea.

What a pity that she actually followed Thomson, this ugly American. Hey, what assistant? An Rushong didn't believe that this girl was just Thomson's assistant at work. Judging from himself, if this girl was his assistant, he would definitely keep her busy day and night.

After shaking hands with An Xishan, An Rusong turned to Thomson and asked, "Hey, Thomson, why did you choose this place to meet?"

He looked at the building in front of him and asked, "Dongyue Company, what does it do?"

"This company is one of my clients," Thomson replied vaguely. "They do... well, you can think of them as brokers, specializing in connecting Korean companies with American clients. Of course, they also connect American companies with Korean clients."

Hearing his vague response, An Rushong did not continue to ask. People can have a strong curiosity, but they cannot have an equally strong desire for knowledge. No one will like someone who always likes to ask questions.

As the two were talking, they soon reached the main entrance of the company building. An Xishan, wearing high-heeled boots, took a few quick steps and rushed over to push the glass revolving door for the two.

After entering the lobby of the building, An Rushong saw a reception desk on the left side of the hall. Two young women wearing gray vests and white shirts were sitting quietly at the reception desk.

But Thomson ignored the front desk's intention. He took An Rushong directly to the elevator and pressed the up button.

While waiting for the elevator to come down, Thomson seemed to warm up. He said to An Rushong: "Over the past period of time, Blackwater arranged for some investigations on you, and finally approved your client qualifications." An Rushong secretly complained. Damn, in order to hire two bodyguards, not only do you have to spend a lot of money, but you also have to let others verify their qualifications. That means, not everyone can spend this money if they want to.

That's right. An Rushong wanted to hire two bodyguards from Blackwater through Thomson, and then Blackwater would first examine his qualifications. They probably wanted to see what kind of person he was, how much risk his bodyguards would need to take, and whether he had the ability to pay the fees.

Thomson had communicated with him before and was told that such an examination would not be very strict or troublesome, but the fact was that the entire examination process lasted five or six days and the results were not announced until now.

"Yesterday, they arranged for two representatives to come over," Thomson continued, "One is the lawyer who will sign the agreement with you, and the other one... You can think of him as a security expert. You will need to have a good talk with him later, and he will develop a temporary security plan for you."

When he said this, the elevator came down and the three of them got in. Before Thomson could continue speaking, An Rusong said, "My Thomson, did you fail to communicate well with Blackwater? I just need two bodyguards, competent bodyguards who won't cause me any trouble."

He spread his hands. "Although I don't like this damn Republic of Korea, this is not a place like Afghanistan or Iraq. I'm not La Deng or Saddam. Not many people want to kill me. So, isn't the security plan a bit exaggerated?"

"Ann, don't be nervous," Thomson said with a smile, "It's not as complicated as you think. This is just a necessary process. You know, you paid a lot of money to seek this security guarantee, so all kinds of terms of service, well, you may not need them, but Blackwater still has to go through the process, otherwise."

He didn't say what would happen otherwise, but his meaning was very clear - otherwise, if An Rushong came back to complain about Blackwater's high charges and inadequate service, wouldn't that damage their reputation?

An Rusong was very disdainful of this. What reputation does Blackwater have? If it really had a reputation, why did it have to change its name because it was too notorious?

"Ding!"

The elevator arrived at the fifth floor. As the elevator door opened, Thomson stepped out immediately and then walked quickly to the left along the corridor, looking at his watch as he walked.

An Rushong followed him and after walking about ten steps, Thomson stopped in front of an open double door.

An Rushong also stopped with him and turned his head. He saw that the open double doors turned into a spacious conference room with an oval conference table in the middle. At this time, on the right side of the conference table, there were two blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners sitting. In addition, there was a middle-aged man in a suit standing beside the two of them, bending over and talking to them.

Seeing Thomson and his two companions coming in, the two foreigners stood up. One of them, a middle-aged man with half his hair white, spoke first and said in English, "Hey, Thomson, you're late."

"Only one minute," Thomson said, spreading his hands. "But I still want to say sorry."

An Rusong took a step forward and wanted to explain to the other party that he was the one who was late, but before he could open his mouth, Thomson beat him to it: "Okay, Johnson, I'll introduce you."

Before An Rusong could speak, Thomson said with a smile: "This is the president of NGN Company, An Rusong, Mr. An. The person who needs your security services is Mr. An."

After saying this, he turned to An Rusong and said, "This is Jason, lawyer Jason Oliver."

He turned his gaze to another middle-aged man with a square face and sharp facial lines and said, "This is Mr. Marcus Blaise, the security strategist of Blackwater."

He only introduced the two Americans, but did not introduce the middle-aged man who had been standing next to them, as if the other person did not exist at all.

An Rusong took a step forward, walked to the front of the conference table, extended his hand to the two Americans, and said with a smile: "Hello, welcome."

After all, he was a client of Blackwater, a "god" who had to pay real money to buy services, so the two Americans were quite enthusiastic about him. The three of them shook hands one after another, exchanged a few simple courtesies, and then Johnson, a lawyer, invited An Rusong and the other two to sit down and get down to business.

(End of this chapter)