The Strongest Arms Dealer

There was an explosion in the Lockheed exhibition hall!

Eleven people were seriously injured, but no one was killed.

The news spread throughout the United States through the news media the next day, and then gradually spread to other places.

Tang Dao has received the news immediately that the latest aircraft exhibition hall exploded. I don’t know why it exploded. The cause of the explosion is still under investigation, but according to current guesses, someone should have brought explosives into it, but why? It exploded at night, which is a bit mysterious.

"Boss, the outside is surrounded now, we can't see inside, but I saw the FBI and CIA, and I should have an answer soon." The little angel looked at Tang Dao, stood aside, and said softly.

"Who would want to die so much? Get something out of Lockheed's territory?"

Tang Dao crossed his legs and held a cigarette in his hand. After taking two puffs, he squinted his eyes and spit out smoke rings. He also felt that this was quite disturbing. Lockheed is completely famous now, and Lewis may feel uncomfortable now, no He will definitely come down from his position, but with so many people seriously injured, it is a difficult thing to deal with.

Boom boom boom.

Just as he continued to talk to the little angel, there was a knock on the door, and the bodyguard pushed in, "Boss, Mr. Lewis is here."

"Oh? Please come in," Tang Dao hurriedly said with a frown, pressed the cigarette **** in the ashtray and twisted it hard a few times, and said to the little angel, "At this time, he doesn't think about solving the problem, come to me What are you doing?"

Lewis walked in, his face was exhausted, and his face was not very good-looking. The first thing he said when he came in was, "Nicholas, I need your help."

"???" Tang Dao helped him to sit down first, and asked someone to pour two cups of tea, which can refresh people's minds. He waited until the other party seemed to be a little distracted before asking, "If you need my help, you can say, As long as I can."

This sentence is actually the biggest bug. If you are in trouble, say it can’t be done.

Hypocritical fake politeness.

But Lewis couldn't hear it, he just said in a low voice, "Those FBI are stinking dogs, they are useless, and even said they can't do anything, Falk!" The more he said, the more excited he became, "They let me understand as much as possible by myself What happened, do we pay taxes for medicine for those idiots?"

"Calm down, Lewis." Tang Dao hurriedly comforted the other party and helped him smooth his lower back.

"Nicholas, you are the most caring."

Lewis sighed, and the sudden remark shocked Tang so much that he could only smile awkwardly, walked to the sofa, bent down and dusted it a few times, then sat down and listened Go on talking with the other party.

"I would like to ask your company to help us investigate this matter." Lewis finally made his purpose clear.

Tang Dao spread his hands helplessly, "Sir, I have a security company, not a private detective."

"I know that many of your subsidiaries are retired from intelligence agencies. They have this ability. We will bear the expenses incurred and if there is a result, we will also pay a reward."

As long as you give money, you can say anything.

tell me sooner

Tang Dao only paused and hesitated for a while, and nodded, "We are friends. Since it happened to you, I, including my company, will help you through this difficulty no matter what."

It was the great doctor Ling Ran who spoke righteously and waved his hand, "I will definitely solve it for you."

Lewis was almost moved to tears when he heard this, and after a few more pleasantries, Tang Dao personally sent him to the hotel entrance, watched him get into the car, and waved his hands. After he left, he calmed down and turned to the little angel. Order, "Let the umbrella company send a team of professionals over, and make money again."

He thought of something after he finished speaking, "Also, come back after the physical examination, including those with abnormal body temperature are not allowed to come."

"Okay, boss."

After Tang Dao took one last look, he took the little angel back to the room. He also saw Xia Mo in the elevator. At this time, the other party was in the elevator, Huhe Ha Chi, cleaning the elevator?

"Why are you working here?" Tang Dao asked with a frown.

Xia Mo was obviously still very timid, grabbed the rag and stood in the corner, and said softly, "I will make more money if I do more."

Tang Dao didn't continue to talk, just stood like this, Xia Mo saw that the other party had nothing to say, then wiped the elevator vigorously, meticulously, living in the penthouse suite, but doing dirty work here, it is unavoidably surprising.

There is no distinction between high and low work?

It's just a deception full of positive energy or the public opinion is correct. A career determines a person's life. Why is there no distinction between high and low? In the eyes of many people, the social status of cleaners is low, and it will always be so.

Under the notice of the elite, the society caring for other classes is nothing but pity?

The elevator opened with a ding-dong, and after Tang Dao walked out, he still said, "Arrange to go to the subsidiary tomorrow to see ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Where cleaning personnel are needed."

It's not that Tang Dao has any thoughts about Xia Mo.

Perhaps this is pity.

"Hurry up!"

On the runway of the Savior company base in Somalia, two Il-76 transport planes painted in cute pink are parked, with a big Mickey Mouse painted on them. After eating a lot, he bit off Mickey Mouse's ear, and then the beard grew longer.

This should be Doraemon, right? These two full-time transport planes are flying on European routes, mainly to transport daily necessities, but this time the full medical supplies, vegetables and meat were pulled down by employees and piled up into mountains, which needed to be refrigerated. The condition of the base is getting better and better. Now there are cold storages with a few tuna in them, and several generators to generate electricity 24 hours a day to ensure freshness.

"Masks and disinfectant should be distributed to every employee, and there is a daily physical examination. This is the boss's order. Don't mess around. If you let the boss know, I'm afraid you will be in the desert tomorrow. It's here, do you hear clearly?" Mist said in a deep voice.

Several middle-level managers standing next to each other looked at each other and nodded, not so bold.

"Also, have you told the employees about Ebola? How many people are willing to leave?" Mister asked again.

After looking around, there was still a man with an old-fashioned face, who also came from the Arctic Fox, and smiled, "Boss, the boss's salary has been raised. Everyone is here for the money. Who will go back?"

This is also true when Mister thinks about it, but I still have to say, "This matter is very important. If something happens, I don't want to see a second voice. This is your own choice. You can't blame anyone. .”

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