The Strongest Arms Dealer

"Hey, Mark, you've met a generous guest."

The lame Asian was holding two hundred dollars in his hand, and he was still a little dazed when his partner who was also a doorman shouted, he came back to his senses, smiled reluctantly and nodded in response.

He'd never seen such a generous...Asian.

Even, he hasn't seen too many rich Asians in Boston. In this day and age, Asians outside are very low-key, and the one just now had a direct confrontation with the Yankee, and the other party looked at him with obvious fear. Will this kind of person be an unknown person?

But he is also very smart, don't ask some things that he shouldn't ask.

Or don't know too much, the two hundred dollars plus the previous money is enough for him and his little sister to have a good meal.

Mark put the money in his pocket, took a towel from the front desk, and went to wipe the car.

Seeing his diligent appearance, one of the black doormen pouted and sighed to the colleagues beside him, "Li is really a lucky guy."

Mark Lee? !

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Faneuil Hall has been one of Boston's premier venues for important venues.

This charity auction is a donation from the local charity federation to "African Peace Hope", which mainly helps some war-torn people rebuild their homes and guarantee basic medical care and food.

Now this society...

I like to use this kind of charity as a gimmick.

Sitting here, who the **** has clean money?

Tang Dao felt that Africa needs ak47. Of course, he couldn't say that. Instead, he said to Charlie beside him in a serious manner, "I think we must make a name for our consortium in this auction. We love Peaceful merchants, not some slave-trader nobles!"

Just at this time, Lu Bixien and others were not far away, so the voice could definitely be heard.

The fat man's face turned green. If it wasn't for Marin Locke who pulled him, he would have retorted now. The latter pulled him to the seat belonging to the Boston consortium. As soon as he sat down, Lubixien complained, "Why did you pull me? ? Don’t you see how arrogant that Asian is? This is Boston, not a slum!”

He has a hundred ways to get people missing on his own turf.

Unless there are bodyguards all the time.

Marlin Locke language, do you think that he is so mad at us just for a pure verbal victory? That way, I don't think we need to pay too much attention to an egotistical person. "

He doesn't think that Nicholas, who came out of the bottom fight, is a fool.

Marinlock admitted that if he were him, he might not be able to do so many things alive.

Never underestimate anyone.

But why did he do that? He didn't notice that Tang Dao in the corner not far away looked at him with meaningful eyes and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The beginning of this auction was nothing new, just a speech by the leader, but for a few hours, it was just a symbolic thank you for your help to Africa, what a mess, thank the public for their support for his work.

Behind him was an auctioneer with silver hair and white gloves.

He first introduced himself, "Gentlemen and ladies, my name is Arnold Keelan, and I am the auctioneer for this auction." Gold Medal Auctioneer of the Year.

"The first auction item is a donation from Mr. Bill, a beautiful handicraft..."

Tang Dao listened to the bidding price in his ear, while flipping through the auction list in his hand. There were basic information on it, which was made into a book and distributed to every rich man who participated in the auction.

"what?"

Tang Dao suddenly opened his eyes, and in the middle, he saw a picture, a knife! The figure is slender and old, and the knife is dark red with colorful cuts. It looks like an ancient knife. It looks old, but for some reason, he has an inexplicable love for this cold weapon.

Perhaps, since the invention of Maxim, the nomads have become good at singing and dancing.

But almost every man has a dream in his heart, a gold and iron horse, holding a new weapon and raising a whip. After all, hot weapons lack the "artistic style" of cold weapons!

Below this picture, the basic introduction is marked.

"Tang Knife! It originated from the general name of the ancient Sui and Tang military knives. The blade is narrow and straight, with a sharp blade! It has a history of nearly a thousand years. It is a treasure and was donated by the Lawrence family."

Tang Dao?

Tang Dao!

And this one looks like a barrier knife, similar to the rib gap in the Daoguo knife, which is convenient for melee combat. The length is about 35 cm to 70 cm, and most of them are held by ancient school captains.

This knife with the same name as my own makes people feel a sense of intimacy naturally.

The name Tang Dao was actually given by his grandfather. He asked his grandfather when he was a child. At that time, the old man was sitting on a rattan chair, looking north, and said something he didn't understand at the time.

"Gai used barriers to defend against the enemy, and the men and horses were all smashed! Be afraid, the world will shake!"

At that time, he didn't understand what it meant. Perhaps, the old man hoped to use this name to express some meaning.

The name is too sharp.

But if you hide, people always think you are easy to bully, Lao Tzu said: With a sharp knife in hand, the murderous intention suddenly arises!

What you have to do is to make others afraid of you. Only when you are strong, the kindness you give is called kindness, otherwise, you are called the Holy Mother!

"The fourth auction item, a weapon from history, the Tang knife... The starting price is 1 US dollar."

Because this is a charity auction, the auction price is not high. Tang Dao raised his eyes, and saw the hostess lady holding a box, and asked Tang Dao from it, but the scabbard obviously did not match.

"100 dollars..." Someone raised his hand in front of him and shouted.

"200!" Someone followed.

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In the end, it was 6,000 US dollars, which was called by a big fat man.

"What? Do you want to take pictures too?" Charlie asked when he saw Tang Dao's face showing some emotion.

"I still have a lot of feelings for cold weapons." Tang Dao didn't deny it, said with a smile, and then raised his hand, "7000 dollars."

Many people looked over. They were already curious about Asian faces, mainly because they had never seen this person in Boston, and it was the first time they heard of or—a's name.

This is also a new consortium?

And next to him sat Charlie of the Longfellow family.

The old foxes are all part of this consortium?

Many people here looked surprised, and then looked in the direction of the Boston Consortium. They know some secrets. This Charlie was invited by the Boston Consortium three times, but was rejected. Now... it is in someone else's pocket. This is not a slap in the face ?

The imprint of this consortium in this city is too deep, and they are doing a lot of money making.

You always give someone some soup.

But for so long, all attempts to challenge him have failed.

One of the top ten consortiums, do you think it's a joke?

At this time, the auction was quiet, no one was asking for a price~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Auctioneer Kieran: "Third time, deal!" knocked down the hammer, "Congratulations, sir." Clap.

Many people below slowly applauded sporadically, diluting the atmosphere.

"It seems that they are preparing to see our joke." Charlie said with a helpless smile.

"They're just not used to it. Once they get used to it, it's fine if Boston has or—a. We need to make our voices heard more."

"Are you really going to tear yourself apart from the Boston consortium?"

Tang Dao smiled, "Humans are not the most dangerous creatures in the world, but why can they occupy the earth? Because we are united enough."

The meaning is obvious.

It depends on what the Boston consortium thinks.

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(Recent update is weak), the body is too tired, I haven't rested for a long time, I will rest tomorrow and update more. Thank you for your support.