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    0708?  debate

    "Why is it only for such a short time?"

    Isabella originally wanted to have an all-day interview, but when she heard that there was only more than an hour left, she suddenly panicked.

    "I am not so free every day, Ms. Isabella."

    Paul smoked a cigar and smiled.  But under his ferocious face, this smile looked very strange, as if there was a knife hidden in the smile, as if he was planning some terrible conspiracy.

    Isabella couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if someone had cut the softest part of her soul with a knife.

    This emotion continued to spread, leaving Isabella with a thorn in her back.

    She concealed her emotional anxiety and said, "Then let's interview right away!"

    "OK."

    If you just listen to the voice, you will definitely feel that the person being interviewed is an amiable and handsome man.  But when I open my eyes, I find it hard to rest in peace of mind.

    "To be honest, what we are most curious about is what the personal life of a person like you is like. I came here today to conduct a targeted interview on this aspect, and I hope you can clear up my doubts.  "

    ¡°My life?¡±

    Paul smiled and gestured, "This is my life, right in front of you."

    "That's it? Reading every day?"

    ¡°Reading books, watching movies, and occasionally having some daily communication and interaction with friends.¡±

    He thought for a while and gave an example, "Like many American friends, I also like to play baseball. Therefore, I often play baseball with my friends."

    "So will you play baseball today?"

    Isabella¡¯s eyes lit up. A drug lord who likes to play baseball. Such a title seems to be good for the American people!

    "of course not."

    Paul sighed, "Although this is a very nice city, it is still too dangerous for a Mexican like me. Therefore, some of my activities cannot be carried out until I return to Mexico."

    ¡°Then you don¡¯t have any daily activities in New York?¡±

    Isabella asked, "For example, go to Broadway to watch a play or something like that."

    ¡°I really want to try this kind of high-end thing.¡±

    Paul was very interested. He put his finger on "Roger's Massacre" and said, "Agatha's books often mention the life of British aristocrats. I have to say that I have some yearning for this kind of life and tradition.  . Unfortunately, my identity is very sensitive, so I can¡¯t do many things here. In fact, for me, life in the United States is more like a kind of self-improvement. I can live and study more focused here. Return to Mexico  , I will live more like myself.¡±

    "Do you like New York?"

    "Of course I do."

    Paul¡¯s answer was without question, ¡°This is a great city, there are great things here, baseball, football, Broadway, Hollywood Mexico doesn¡¯t have these, which makes me sad.¡±

    "Then you just read here every day?"

    ¡°Of course, there¡¯s also business to talk about.¡±

    Paul did not hide it, "As we all know, New York is extremely rich."

    "Not everyone can make money hereOf course, this kind of thing is not the focus of today's discussion."

    Isabella paused and continued to ask, "I originally wanted to conduct a more comprehensive interview with you, but time is limited. I would like to start asking some more direct questions. Do you think that's okay?"

    "It depends on what kind of questions you ask."

    While Paul was speaking, there was a gentle knock on the door, and then the butler walked in with a bottle of wine.  He placed an exquisite crystal goblet of red wine in front of each of Paul and Isabella, and then poured a little red wine into it.

    Paul shook the wine glass gently, and the red liquid swayed in the glass.  He tried hard to imitate the appearance of a high-ranking nobleman, but the scars on his face and the white suit made them look a little ridiculous.

    ¡°90 was a very good year.¡±

    While he tasted the wine carefully, he kept a close eye on his family treasures. ¡°This year¡¯s red wine tastes very good. Although it is not as good as that of 1982, it is still a rare treasure.¡±

    "Thanks."

    Isabella also took a sip of the red wine, and then smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that people like me can't taste good wine."

    "It doesn't matter."

      Paul doesn¡¯t mind, ¡°Red wine and beautiful women are a good match in itself. You don¡¯t need to know the history and taste of the wine, because you are the wine yourself.¡±

    "You have such a sweet mouth."

    Isabella's wariness slowly relaxed.

    "However, I still want to know, when you are tasting wine, have you ever thought about the people who are being harmed by your drugs, their chaotic lives, and their broken families, who are all suffering."

    "To be honest, I really haven't thought about it."

    A smile appeared on Paul's face, but unfortunately this smile was also split in half by the scar.

    "This is a commodity society. I just provide the goods that those who need them want."

    ¡°Drugs cannot be called commodities!¡±

    Isabella put down her glass and refuted Paul seriously, "Commodities bring satisfaction, needs, and joy to people, allowing them to improve their material and even cultural foundation. But drugs are different.  It brings harm to people, it brings destruction to families, it brings turmoil to cities it brings destruction to culture!"

    "I do not think so."

    Paul is very confident, "History has proven that Europeans used opium to open the doors of some backward countries and bring them a better culture. China, for example, is a good example."

    "If my historical memory serves me correctly, it was plundering."

    Isabella continued to retort, "We can see that during the Opium War, China's overall level regressed for who knows how many years! Even the entire society fell apart, its sovereignty was deprived, and its territory was divided!"

    ¡°When you knock on someone¡¯s door, you always cause some damage.¡±

    Paul disagreed, "But China also immediately accepted advanced ideas. This is also an indisputable fact, right?"

    "Are you using China to defend yourself?"

    Isabella wanted to be sarcastic, but considering the identities of both parties and the maid next to her holding a P90 submachine gun, she tried to use a very calm tone to ask the question.

    "I don't need to defend myself."

    Paul took another sip of red wine and said slowly, "I'm just a businessman, dear Miss Isabella. I provide those people with the products they crave and satisfy their needs I even feel like a philanthropist.  "

    "Philanthropist?"

    Isabella took a deep breath, resisting the urge to curse.

    "You are not a philanthropist, Mr. Paul!"

    "Is there any difference?" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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