The Strongest Arms Dealer

The second half of the reception ended with a slightly negative attitude.

Originally, Lewis was about to say a few words to Tang Dao, but when he saw that Bilson held him back, and there were many people below who were planning to lean in, Lewis shook his head, took Albert and left first, and then When the latter left, he took a deep look at Tang Dao.

He felt that the other party's idea of ​​being the king of this channel was very good, and he could make a lot of money.

"Mr. Nicholas, I want to talk to you..."

"Sir, I want to ask, can you sell the warehouse of World War II?"

"As long as there is a war, I can sell sticks." Tang Dao was struggling in the crowd, answering questions with a wry smile, "Gentlemen, we should find a place to have a good chat instead of being crowded here on."

Everyone agreed, surrounded by Tang Dao, walked to the rest area, and kept talking about the problem.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when Tang Dao returned to the hotel, very tired, but with joy in his expression.

Those people were so enthusiastic, they kept pulling him and talking for four or five hours, and the dinner was delivered by someone else. Of course, there is no need to do it before the meal. Any salmon and brandy are invited, which is fine. The professor of success, Tang Dao told those people a lot, meaning nothing more than to follow him to make money, and to place an order before shipping, which allows everyone to maintain a certain degree of adaptation.

For each batch of goods, the Savior Company will send different types of transport planes to pick up the goods according to the quantity. Of course, the fuel and labor costs are paid by themselves, but the channel fee cannot be reduced by 30%.

Let them taste some sweetness, and then increase the channel fee, Tang Dao is so insidious.

"Mr. Nicholas, Ms. Xia is awake."

When Tang Dao was about to go to the room, she happened to meet the waiter who was taking care of Xia Mo in the lobby, so she trotted over and said to Tang Dao who was walking into the elevator.

"Ms. Xia?" Tang Dao thought that he should have "bought" the girl, so he nodded, thanked him gently, looked at his watch, and said to the little angel next to him, "Did you have anything to eat tonight?" , go eat something and rest early."

"Okay, boss." The little angel and the bodyguard nodded.

The elevator goes all the way to the top floor. The Wilton Hotel in Montgomery County is considered famous in Maryland. There are only six rooms on the entire first floor, all of which are covered by Tang knives. The average price of a room is about 800 US dollars. Each bodyguard has a room , the benefits are considered excellent.

Tang Dao came out of the elevator, unbuttoned the squarest button of his suit as he walked, unfastened his watch, stood at Xia Mo's door, hesitated and knocked on the door, Tang Dao still had basic courtesy.

There was a pattering sound from inside, and a cautious inquiry, "Who...who."

A very vigilant girl, Tang Dao tried his best to make his voice gentle. Of course, he is so gentle to everyone, as long as it is not something that touches his interests, his face is always smiling, "I picked you up at noon." That's probably the only way to describe it.

There was a moment of silence inside, and about a minute later, just when Tang Dao thought he was too scared to open the door, the door lock clicked, and he heard the sound of the door chain being untied, which made him very helpless. How insecure is she? Carefully stuck out his head, just right on Tang Dao's chest, raised his head, glanced at the latter, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the clean and immature face flashed nervously, "Please...please come in. "

Instead, Tang Dao was embarrassed to go in, and shook his head, "I'll just stand at the door, I'm just here to take a look." He thought for a while, and asked, "I'll buy you a plane ticket tomorrow and send you back ?”

When she said this, panic flashed in Xia Mo's eyes, she didn't dare to speak out, and lowered her head, "I didn't make any money, I can't go back, I want...stay here to make money."

"This place is not suitable for you." Tang Dao frowned. The other party looked like someone who hadn't studied for a few years and had a relatively low level of education. Have the ability to show it, and a diploma is actually a manifestation of ability.

You can't ask someone who graduated from elementary school to run a multinational company.

Let Xia Mo go back, maybe Tang Dao can think of the best way, even tears can't water Tang Dao's heart, he can spend money to "buy" the other party, in fact, his heart is soft, and he can't support another idler Bar?

Just because the other party is a woman?

Don't be ridiculous, Tang Dao only needs a phone call, and even the most beautiful women in Hollywood will fly to Montgomery County tonight. Those people are more than a little more beautiful than Xia Mo. Won't worry about it.

"Think about it yourself. If you want to go back, just tell the waiter downstairs, and they will help you buy a ticket." Tang Dao didn't have much patience to chat with the girl. He was tired of business, so he left a sentence. , went to his room, closed the door heavily, and returned the lock!

Lest the girl chase in later.

Xia Mo closed the door in a depressed mood, and after a while, there were soft sobs in the room.

But no one has heard this, the darkness of the world has never belonged to tears, it belongs to money, violence, and doing whatever they want! When darkness rolls up human nature, that human nature has long since betrayed light and returned to darkness.

Tang Dao threw his suit on the bed, wrapped it in a bath towel, and went in to shower. When the warm water poured from his head to his knees, it was very refreshing. He closed his eyes and let himself go. As far as the knife is concerned, he has no sin and does not need to be washed. His biggest sin is that he is not rich enough.

There is only one crime in the world, the crime of poverty.

Tang Dao propped himself against the wall and let the water drip down. What he should think about now is that there should be some way to make Tang's "scam" more robust and draw more people in. Tang Dao wants to open a "scam" Arms supermarket!"

Let everyone who has money can buy it.

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The next day, Tang Dao woke up at about eight o'clock. Today is the real opening of the defense exhibition. As a special guest, he is going to speak, so he got up early, and the waiter downstairs also brought breakfast, eat whatever you want After two sips and a glass of milk, they took the suits from the little angel, casually batching them, very chic.

Buttoned with one hand ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said while walking, "Is the speech ready?"

"Ready." The little angel gestured to the bodyguard, and handed a folder to Tang Dao. This speech was written by the think tanks in the think tank for several days, and he had already passed several times. It fits, mainly because it has no characteristics. This time, Tang Dao opened his mouth and read it again. Although he was not very satisfied, he still nodded and reluctantly agreed.

As soon as the group walked out of the room, they saw a thin figure dragging the ground in a bit of embarrassment in the corridor, and there was a bucket of water beside it, which was already muddy.

"What are you doing?" Tang Dao asked, frowning.

Xia Mo, who was squatting on the ground wiping the dirt, was startled, stood up, and quickly turned his head, this was too hard, dizzy with his head, staggered on his feet, it would be better to hold on to the wall, not daring to look at Tang Dao, The rag shrank back.

"Boss, this lady wants to work at the Wilton Hotel, but they don't want to accept her, but they said that they can work for free for a month, as long as they are in charge of food and lodging." The little angel paused and said helplessly, " I can't say anything, I can't stop a woman's determination to work."

Tang Dao frowned, chewing gum in his mouth, and babbled, as if thinking about something.