The Strongest Arms Dealer

Oh!

This is a big order.

Hassan's ambition was fully exposed at this moment, and he sighed emotionally and said, "Somalia has been divided for too long. My compatriots live in pain and death every day, and I feel distressed." Speaking of this, he He also pinched his left chest hard, where the heart is, and frowned, "I want to bring them out of the darkness, this is what God told me last night."

Entrust... entrust a dream?

Tang Dao's cheeks twitched slightly, is this planning to start the divine right of kings?

Although highly educated, he thinks this is a kind of idealism, but it has to be said that in this barren land of Africa, the highest ranks are often those "wizards!" If Hassan really said that he had received a revelation, he would definitely receive a certain degree of support.

But Tang Dao...doesn't want to!

If two dogs are kept, they will fight for favor, but if one dog is unscrupulous, if it becomes aggressive, it may even bite its owner.

Somalia cannot be leveled, and even Tang Dao is planning to support one side. No matter which side fluctuates in the three-legged confrontation, there will never be a problem with his own interests here.

"Sorry General."

This sentence made Hassan's face stiff, and he listened to Tang Dao continue, "I am a regular businessman, I have credit, and I can do business with anyone in the world, but I can't kill my buyers." Home, in this way, I will lose a lot."

Even though he said that, it was quite funny when he said it out of his mouth.

Regular businessman Nicholas?

The world is absolutely insane.

"I can compensate you for your loss." Hassan said unwillingly.

"Sorry...this is my principle. God doesn't like believers who break the principle. I can't let him down." Tang Dao looked at his watch, stood up with his hands on his knees, "I plan to go back to Mogadishu tomorrow, the company There are still many things waiting for me, good night, general." With his right hand in his pocket, he left.

Hassan behind him didn't speak, but it could be seen from his expression and eyes that he was very unhappy.

He has prepared a large sum of money, hoping to buy Aidid's life, but who knows that this Asian is not upright at all, sitting on the sofa, his right hand is tightly clenched into a fist, and he can hear the cracking of bones. There was a snap, and then it let go.

Tang Dao walked out the door of the living room, feeling that Hassan was just whimsical.

"Mr. Nicholas."

A person flashed out from the corner, and at a glance, it was the old butler standing beside Ben Longfellow, with his hands flat in front of him and his body leaning slightly.

"Oh? What's the matter? Where is that kid? Where is he hiding to drink milk?" Tang Dao asked with a smile.

Guy's old face was indifferent, as if he felt that the other party was not his boss at all, and there were still faint smiles on both sides, "I just want to apologize to you for my boss' impulsiveness just now."

Um?

Tang Dao blinked his eyes, and then waved his hand generously, "I never care about children." After finishing speaking, he was about to walk around Guy, but he was stopped by the latter, "And What's the matter?"

"May I invite you for a drink?"

After pondering for a while, Tang Dao still nodded, "Of course."

…

Hassan's official residence has a special small bar, which covers an area of ​​about 200 square meters. For this purpose, a winemaker is specially hired. It is very luxurious, and there are ambient lights in it. You think you are in New York. Bars, not war-torn Somalia.

This may be the rich man.

"Cheers!!"

Holding a glass of cocktail, Tang Dao gestured towards Guy, and took a sip. The taste was very strong, not his favorite type, so he put it down, and Guy just took a small drink.

"Can you tell me now, what can I do for you?" Tang Dao leaned back, knocked on the table with his right hand and asked.

"Actually, I just passed on the word that my boss' father hopes that you will have time to visit Cambridge, Massachusetts. He would like to see you."

to Cambridge?

But I don't seem to have any connection with the Longfellow family.

Ben Longfellow's father didn't even know him.

Perhaps sensing Tang Dao's doubts, Guy explained, "The current patriarch of the Longfellow family is Charlie Longfellow. He is a member of the Massachusetts State Assembly. Of course, he may be looking for you for business matters."

"But I don't know Mr. Charley at all."

"Maybe, but he knows you. His only son is in Somalia. Of course he cares. After all, this country cannot avoid you."

There is a bit of respect in this sentence, but it is embarrassing to give Tang Dao a whole lot, especially when this hat is brought up, it still makes people feel a little bit flustered.

Guy moved the glass to the side. He doesn't really like to drink, and the smell of the wine made him a little unbearable. He wrinkled his nose and continued, "Charlie Longfellow likes to be friends with interesting people the most. .”

But is Tang Dao short of friends?

What he needs is a partner who can bring him benefits. After deep thought for a while, thinking a lot in his head, will the other party know that he has "played" with his son, and wants to trick him and hack him to death?

or…

Do you really have a business to talk to yourself?

Tang Dao still prefers to go to Massachusetts, because the other party is a congressman!

This state congressman is already considered a high-level member of Yingjiang's political system. Their proposals and suggestions can even affect the laws of a state. To achieve Europe and the United States, political participation is essential.

He is also preparing to expand the umbrella business.

For the dollar, the potential risk is acceptable.

After thinking about this, he nodded towards Guy, "Yes, but it will take a few days."

"Of course, we will go together when the time comes."

Tang Dao nodded and looked at his watch. The old housekeeper understood what he meant, and stood up, "Mr. Nicholas, then I will take my leave first. By the way, my name is Guy."

The old man still smiled, and it looked a little creepy.

Watching the other party leave, Tang Dao got up and straightened his clothes, "Let's go too, by the way, call John after you go back and ask him to bring Pierce (the vice president of the umbrella) to bring some people over."

"Okay, I'll tell him."

…

And that Ben Longfellow was very angry, when was he punished like this? If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat the bodyguards around Tang Dao, he would have taken a gun to kill them. He had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only vent to the bodyguards.

"What am I raising you for? You need tens of thousands of dollars a month, why not raise a dog, at least it can bite!"

The faces of the three bodyguards turned red. They were not private soldiers of the Longfellow family, but belonged to an American bodyguard company called "Basalt Stone". For little angels and others, I always feel like a wolf is facing a tiger!

The most important thing is that the aura of those people is overwhelming them.

They were bodyguards, and the other side was more like... mercenaries?

After Ben Longfellow was tired of cursing, he picked up the mineral water on the table and drank half a bottle with his head held high, "Go!"

Several bodyguards looked at each other, and pushed open the door full of resentment, and it happened that Guy was at the door.

"where did you go?"

"I went to see Nicholas~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Your father, Mr. Charlie Longfellow invited him to Cambridge."

"What? Walter, what is that old man up to?"

Ben Longfellow looked excited.

Guy shook his head, "I don't know, but I think the boss, you'd better not conflict with him now, this is Somalia, he will really kill people."

These words made the former's face darken instantly, and he gritted his teeth, "What did you say? He's going to Cambridge?"

"Yes, this is Mr. Charlie's order."

Ben Longfellow screwed his teeth, and could hear the sound of teeth grinding, but in the end, he seemed to think of something, and his eyelids drooped.

"Of course I welcome him, and entertain him well."

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