Young Master Genius

Chapter 4

When the task of helping his family in Russia was completed, Hanz returned to Switzerland and continued his activities as usual.

Tonight in Kafi Dihei. There are only a few visitors who are enjoying dinner and coffee.

Mark has a close friend named Gerald. They know that Hanz works here. They purposely came just to humiliate Hanz.

“Hei, Server!” pekik Mark, even though there are three waiters, but only Hanz.

Hanz is approaching. Feeling familiar, Hanz inevitably continued to serve these two bengal people.

“Serve us!” tell Gerald to raise his leg.

“Babu can study in ETH anyway?!” syndicated Mark. “We order the most expensive food and recomendation. You can order anything, Babu, we pay!”

Gerald's flashing the menu book. Plaque! “Ya, the most frequently ordered people. You know right, we're rich kids?”

Mark glared at Hanz. “Why are you silent ha? Quickly work!”

Hanz flipped his body casually, then inched away from them. After their order was delivered, Hanz wanted to serve the other guests immediately, but the two people had a lot of will.

“Woi here first! Serve us!”

“This fork and knife please wipe with a tissue!”

“You pour this drink!”

“You clean the table!”

For an hour they were both engrossed in raping Hanz, if they refused, they had both spoken before to the manager to do so. Hanz is not struggling.

Mark looked down and said, “It's only natural that my girlfriend Alyona doesn't want to have any more contact with you, pathetic man. How could the Lukinovs accept a lowly person like you! Scram!”

Hanz sighed for a while, looked into Mark's eyes quite sharply, then said, “Mark, aren't you called an unlucky bearer by Mikhailovic Lukinov, the person you said was your future in-law?” jolt Hanz while putting his hands into his pants pocket.

Mark was shocked. His forehead immediately shriveled. “What are you talking about? You never even spoke once with Mikhailovic Lukinov.”

Looks like Hanz should teach Mark a lesson right now. If left unchecked, this guy will run. Hanz said coldly, “You can't possibly forget. You got word of being an unlucky bearer by Mikhailovic, Alyona's father, in the Oilzprom parking lot.

Mark became clumsy, even though it had passed, he couldn't possibly forget. At that time, Mark seemed confused because he was scolded by Mikhailovic, even though Mark only knew Alyona.

The real incident is that Alyona only uses Mark so that Lukgaz can get oil rations from Oilzprom. However, in fact, his father Mark as one of the managers in Oilzprom very no influence.

Back then, Mikhailovic was very disappointed with the useless Mark. In fact, Mikhailovic chided his own daughter for being so upset. To him, Alyona and Mark are indeed unlucky bearers.

Hanz had already forgotten Alyona in his memories. He is good at making peace with the past. However, it seems like Mark accidentally opened the excavation that he had buried.

Hanz looked at Mark straight, then said very coldly, “Mark, I know that you are currently in a vacillating relationship with Alyona. If you can't help Lukgaz to get ahead, you're a piece of trash in Mikhailovic's eyes! In a moment, you'll be trash!”

Mark's eye seeds are perfectly rounded. His mouth was wide open. There was an expression of disbelief in him over Hanz's words just now. Unexpectedly, Hanz was this brave. At the beginning of the meeting, Hanz looked calm, so Mark was quite brave.

During the talks, Hanz told his father to contact Harry Gorbachev immediately to allow Lukgaz to receive oil, not for six months, but one month.

Oilzprom immediately contacted Mikhailovic to immediately go to Oilzprom's office tonight. Despite the one-month ration, for Mikhailovic who is currently on the brink of collapse, it is clear to him like a fresh breeze.

However, Hanz gave the terms and conditions that must be done right now. Mikhailovic who was in the middle of a beard fire faced a crisis in the body of his company willing to do anything as long as Oilzprom immediately provide assistance.

Ten minutes later, Hanz returns to Mark and Gerald's desk. Hanz dragged one chair and brought it closer to the two people. Right now, Hanz's appearance was indeed the lowest among the three of them.

Hanz tidied up his apron, then said coldly, “I want to join you guys. I ordered one coffee, according to your gift, but thank you, I can pay for it myself.”

Drrt....

Mark's cell phone vibrated and rang.

Before Mark answered the phone, Hanz said, “Let me guess. You're going to separate from Alyona. Because you're a pathetic man!” jolt Hanz expressionlessly.

Hearing that, Gerald was emotional and wanted to deal a blow to Hanz, but Gerald was just bluffing. Hanz smiled bitterly. He folded his hands on his chest and couldn't wait.

“Halo?” greet Mark with a normal face. His way of speaking was still relaxed.

“Mark! I'm Mikhailovic Lukinov, Alyona's papa!”

Hearing a high voice like that angry person, Mark shuddered. Just now he wanted to greet in a polite voice, instead now his face was deathly pale. His eyes radiated a sense of worry.

Mark tried to talk. His voice was glistening and blinking. “Iy-yes, Om. What's up?” Mark is so clumsy. The ambush is worse than the drug dealer getting hit by a police raid.

“You useless trash! You are not reliable in business! You don't deserve to be my son's lover and my son-in-law! YOU'RE AN UNLUCKY CARRIER! Stop you from connecting with my son. Just die you!”

It was not in-loudspeaker, but the sound vibrations were still clearly heard by Hanz and Gerald.

Mark's face turned pale as a corpse. He was killed by too much taste and could not be described with words.

“You'RE THE UNLUCKY CARRIER! Never be arrogant in front of anyone, anyone! You're wrong in judging people! Scram!”

CLICK IT!

Mark immediately leaned limp. The coffee tastes like oil and the bread is like sandals. His lips were shaking violently. His eyes turned red but did not want to cry.

Gerald's down. Don't know what he's gonna say. Concerned, but also unable to help. What kind of friend is that?

Hanz went up and picked up his coffee, then said, “The knife is still a lot. Free for customers. If there's anything you two need, please call me.” Hanz smiled blandly.

It feels, Mark's face is better to be grinded using a car truck tronton only. He was confused about putting where his face was.

Mark is too young to be faced with a problem like this. Bully, number one. Funny thing is, he is proud of his status as the son of Oilzprom's manager.

Hanz wasn't quite satisfied with the thing just now. He had to teach Mark another lesson.