coming from your guy in Venezuela. They’re
excellent. But we don’t think we can sustain moving thirty
kilograms of cocaine a month. We have no legitimate market for
cocaine outside of Seattle, which is your market, but we have a huge
market with opium. Our network stretches from here to Philadelphia,
but it is only an opium market for us.”
“But we’ve already had blue prints drawn up for the new
warehouse down at the port,” Phillip said in frustration as he
went and stood beside his father. “We were all set to go
because you two had us under the impression that the deal was as sure
as done. Everything that transpired from our meeting two months ago
was supposed to be mere formality because you two said you needed
time to set up the buyers.”
“My godfather and Phil is right,” Grover followed as he
went and stood on the other side of JunJie and slid his hands into
his silk suit jacket. “We’ve offered you in on our
network at eighteen thousand per kilogram and are giving you
unlimited access to our warehouses and trucking. That was the deal
and you agreed to it in exchange for allowing us to use those ships
you own. We had a deal in place. Honor it. Because now isn’t
the time to catch cold feet.”
“We can reimburse you the fifty thousand dollars for the blue
prints, JunJie,” Hayate bargained. “But as far as
shipping we can’t help you there.” he then stressed.
“We think it is best we all stay in our respective places so as
not to step on one another’s toes.” Isao added as Grover
and Phil looked over towards JunJie.
Hayate and Isao had grown hot under collar the moment they’d
stop speaking because the look on the faces of JunJie, Phillip and
Grover was neither pleasant nor inviting. Rage lay just beneath
surface and the Onishi brothers knew it; the best thing for them to
do, they both surmised, was to get up and excuse themselves. Before
the men rose completely, however, Phillip walked from behind the desk
and pinned Hayate’s face to the top of it; Grover quickly
grabbed Isao and forced him to sit once more.
“Stay a while longer,” Grover said in a forceful tone.
JunJie, as his son held Hayate's face to the desk top, got up close
to the struggling man and said in a low angry tone, “You double
cross me for some people back home who have no interest in coming
here to do business with us? You think that will stop me from getting
what I want from you two? I need those boats you own.”
“JunJie,” Hayate called out. “This is not how
business is done!”
“In this world these things are sometimes necessary,”
JunJie said calmly as he went and sat back behind his desk. “You
can renege on the cocaine deal if you like, but you will give
me access to those ships, and you will give me complete control of those docks or you will have no business
to tend to.”
“When hell freezes over you son-of-a-bitch! You kill us you
lose everything, JunJie!” Hayate said as he struggled to free
himself.
“Wrong,” JunJie remarked as he leaned back and crossed
his legs. “If I were kill you two I would have everything to
gain, but let’s not take things to such an extreme.” he
said as he nodded towards Grover and Phil, who released their grip on
Hayate and Isao and calmly stepped back.
“We come here in peace and this is how you treat us? We are all
men of honor ! But this is not honor ! This is
savagery!” Hayate said as he straightened his suit.
“You’re right. My apologies.” JunJie said as he
stood up to shake the brothers' hands. “We are men of honor.
Although I wish you two would not be so hypocritical and honor the
deal we’ve already made, Hayate,” JunJie chuckled.
“Nothing is guaranteed until contracts are signed.”
“We do not sign contracts. We shake on matters. And you two
shook my hand with smiles across your faces. You can save face,
though, because I have what is called a counter-offer.”
“A counter-offer? What do you propose, JunJie”
excellent. But we don’t think we can sustain moving thirty
kilograms of cocaine a month. We have no legitimate market for
cocaine outside of Seattle, which is your market, but we have a huge
market with opium. Our network stretches from here to Philadelphia,
but it is only an opium market for us.”
“But we’ve already had blue prints drawn up for the new
warehouse down at the port,” Phillip said in frustration as he
went and stood beside his father. “We were all set to go
because you two had us under the impression that the deal was as sure
as done. Everything that transpired from our meeting two months ago
was supposed to be mere formality because you two said you needed
time to set up the buyers.”
“My godfather and Phil is right,” Grover followed as he
went and stood on the other side of JunJie and slid his hands into
his silk suit jacket. “We’ve offered you in on our
network at eighteen thousand per kilogram and are giving you
unlimited access to our warehouses and trucking. That was the deal
and you agreed to it in exchange for allowing us to use those ships
you own. We had a deal in place. Honor it. Because now isn’t
the time to catch cold feet.”
“We can reimburse you the fifty thousand dollars for the blue
prints, JunJie,” Hayate bargained. “But as far as
shipping we can’t help you there.” he then stressed.
“We think it is best we all stay in our respective places so as
not to step on one another’s toes.” Isao added as Grover
and Phil looked over towards JunJie.
Hayate and Isao had grown hot under collar the moment they’d
stop speaking because the look on the faces of JunJie, Phillip and
Grover was neither pleasant nor inviting. Rage lay just beneath
surface and the Onishi brothers knew it; the best thing for them to
do, they both surmised, was to get up and excuse themselves. Before
the men rose completely, however, Phillip walked from behind the desk
and pinned Hayate’s face to the top of it; Grover quickly
grabbed Isao and forced him to sit once more.
“Stay a while longer,” Grover said in a forceful tone.
JunJie, as his son held Hayate's face to the desk top, got up close
to the struggling man and said in a low angry tone, “You double
cross me for some people back home who have no interest in coming
here to do business with us? You think that will stop me from getting
what I want from you two? I need those boats you own.”
“JunJie,” Hayate called out. “This is not how
business is done!”
“In this world these things are sometimes necessary,”
JunJie said calmly as he went and sat back behind his desk. “You
can renege on the cocaine deal if you like, but you will give
me access to those ships, and you will give me complete control of those docks or you will have no business
to tend to.”
“When hell freezes over you son-of-a-bitch! You kill us you
lose everything, JunJie!” Hayate said as he struggled to free
himself.
“Wrong,” JunJie remarked as he leaned back and crossed
his legs. “If I were kill you two I would have everything to
gain, but let’s not take things to such an extreme.” he
said as he nodded towards Grover and Phil, who released their grip on
Hayate and Isao and calmly stepped back.
“We come here in peace and this is how you treat us? We are all
men of honor ! But this is not honor ! This is
savagery!” Hayate said as he straightened his suit.
“You’re right. My apologies.” JunJie said as he
stood up to shake the brothers' hands. “We are men of honor.
Although I wish you two would not be so hypocritical and honor the
deal we’ve already made, Hayate,” JunJie chuckled.
“Nothing is guaranteed until contracts are signed.”
“We do not sign contracts. We shake on matters. And you two
shook my hand with smiles across your faces. You can save face,
though, because I have what is called a counter-offer.”
“A counter-offer? What do you propose, JunJie”
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