The Strongest Arms Dealer

"The email was not friendly."

Leona frowned and looked at the computer, sat on the table with half her buttocks, looked at the boss who was smoking on the sofa, and offered her own opinions.

This is a meeting letter. The person who wrote the letter is Kong Jie. He wrote very bluntly that he is from the Rabbit Outreach Department and hopes to meet Tang Dao.

Leona is repelled because this country is "ugly". At least according to the news media, this country is underdeveloped, and there are even slaves?

At this time, she chose to believe the reporter.

After all, everyone still has a certain fear of this overlord who has disappeared from the world's poker tables for nearly a century. In the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, it wasn't just the Yankees who fought. Sigh, all of this has been deeply fixed in the bones of Westerners under the exaggeration of the media.

However, if she dare not say racially discriminatory words, the boss will be unhappy, and if the boss is unhappy, everyone will not be happy.

Tang Dao didn't seem to hear her words, some things, he needs Qiankun to decide!

"Appoint him at three o'clock in the afternoon, I think I'll take a nap first." Tang Dao said, standing up with his knees propped up.

Leona yelled, "If the Pentagon knows, it will be very difficult for us."

Tang Dao stopped, with one hand in his pocket, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, "Leona, sometimes you are too timid. We are businessmen, not politicians. We should care about whether the customers have the desire to buy. , isn’t the president clearly marking the price as long as there is a price?”

The self-proclaimed freedom in the Western world is actually that if you have money, you can do whatever you want.

These words made Leona choke, but she soon had a helpless expression on her face, "Boss, I think you must have some misunderstanding about the United States."

"Leona." Tang Dao shouted, interrupted her, and looked at her, "I know better than you what the Savior Company needs. We don't need to leave politics, but we don't need to get too close to politics. .”

After finishing speaking, he left. Leona pulled her head with her right hand, and finally had a clear understanding of Tang Dao's stubbornness for the first time. Maybe the boss knows the depth of capital, but he absolutely doesn't understand politics. Sometimes, a curse Everything is politically correct.

The Pentagon gave too much convenience to the savior, but if the rabbit that Tang Dao dared to rely on was too close, these conveniences could also be given to others.

In the military-industrial complex, except for a few, there is nothing that cannot be lost. The influence of the Savior Company on the national defense system of Eagle Sauce is not deep enough.

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"Okay, I promise to be there at three o'clock, thank you." Kong Jie spoke fluent English with a little London accent.

After he hung up the phone, he calmly ate the fried noodles in front of him. It was hard to find a Chinese restaurant that was still open in Kyiv. The owner said that his house was sold and he planned to come to Kyiv for development, so he couldn’t go back. The compatriots around him were "bullyed" to go home during the disintegration of the Soviet Union, and he could never go back.

When Kong Jie saw the despair in the other party's eyes, the thread in his heart seemed to be pulled tight, and then... loosened again. After the millennium, the Internet ridiculed him and sold the courtyard house in Kyoto to develop abroad. , When I came back, I saw that the courtyard house could sell for 100 million yuan, which was used to mock people who immigrated abroad in this era.

But Kong Jie knew that those times were too hard. Some people struggled hard for their homeland, but naturally some people lost hope and wanted to see another place. Could it be said that they were escaping?

Kong Jie didn't know if they wanted to escape, but one could immigrate for more than ten years, and still keep the original taste of fried noodles in Chinese restaurants. At the very least, they were homesick. After chatting with the boss for a while, he mentioned Returning to the office with the packed fried noodles, I just received a call from the savior company and asked him to meet at 3 pm.

It's still a long time, take your time, let's eat some fried noodles first.

"Xiao Lu, Xiao Lu." After Kong Jie put down his chopsticks, he called out to the door a few times, and saw a very clever young man with eyes coming over, "Director, are you calling me?"

"Come out with me later, I replied to the email from the Savior Company." Kong Jie was very calm, but Xiao Lu was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes were full of excitement, "Director, he...he...he."

Kong Jie helplessly motioned the other party to calm down, "When did you have this stuttering disease? We just went to meet up and get the tie I bought from Belgium."

Xiao Lu nodded hastily, and rushed out in a hurry. Looking at the rash assistant, Kong Jie sighed softly, shook his head with a smile.

Their outreach department is also equipped with a car, a Volga, which looks ugly, at least now that the western wind has blown once on the bear land, this kind of car is not very common, and Xiao Lu doesn't know how to do it. Open, that is to say, Director Kong Da drove the car himself. It is actually very close from here, but foreigners also pay attention to ostentation. If you walk past, it will look very shameless.

After driving for about three or four minutes, Volga stopped at the door of the Savior Company. As soon as he got out of the car, the security guard at the door came over and made some inquiries. After knowing that they had an appointment with the boss, he took the key and helped them to park the car. Kong Jie pulled off his suit, looked at Xiao Lu who was holding a handbag next to him, and said, "Don't be nervous, don't make people laugh."

Xiao Lu was at a loss, as if it was the director who was nervous now.

Walking to the front desk, the good-looking staff smiled, "Gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

"Uh, we have an appointment with Mr. Nicholas." Kong Jie said.

"Please wait a moment." The front desk flipped through the registration book on the table, "Is this Mr. Kong?"

Kong Jie nodded, took out the passport and handed it to the other party. The front desk glanced at him, smiled and made a gesture of invitation, and led them into the elevator. There was a staff member pressing the elevator. I don't know what to say, he also started working not long ago, and he doesn't have as many resumes as Kong Jie. It should be said that Xiao Lu's worldview was a bit shattered by the impact of the capital society.

He could only look at the red sign on the elevator floor, using it to hide his emotions, watched it go up, stopped at the 17th floor, and looked at the leader~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Kong Jie looked solemn.

"plz follow me."

The staff took them to the meeting room, "Please wait a moment, the boss will be here soon, what do you two need to drink? We have Pu'er, Longjing, and Maojian here."

So humane?

Kong Jie was stunned by being a little polite. He has traveled to many countries, but you have to say that it is rare to be so polite, but he has rich experience. you are so good

There must be something tricky in it.

It's no wonder that Kong Jie thought too much, it was because the service of the Savior Company was too appropriate.

While they were looking around, there was a sound of footsteps, and Kong Jie opened his eyes wide, wanting to take a closer look at the mysterious boss of the Savior Company.

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