The Strongest Arms Dealer

Latest website: The drama of Boston consortium braiding up and down the auction did not happen.

After all, to a certain extent, only the screenwriter's brain can come up with it.

In reality, they are all people who have been severely beaten by the society. They think that this kind of fighting method is just used by some "children" to fight for power and jealousy, and adults pay attention to their interests.

Tang Dao was sold twice at this auction. In addition to buying Tang Dao, he also bought a portrait of a modern writer for 3,000 US dollars. Who knows what the name is.

Anyway, it's for showing love!

"The total proceeds from this auction are US$763,000, which will provide humanitarian assistance to refugees in Somalia, Benin, and Angola. We welcome everyone to supervise." Kieran, the auctioneer, said with a smile.

Tang Dao's expression changed when he heard about Somalia.

Unexpectedly, this charity has donated so much money, so can I make business opportunities from it?

For example, contracting the tents, medicine and food needed by charity organizations, perhaps for others, the transportation costs on the road account for a large part, but for Tang Dao, he has a complete transportation system, and from the relative Cheap countries import medicines, and there is a lot of money to be made here.

You can try it out.

Who can say no to dollars?

I'm afraid no one will believe it. It's like the banquet held by the mayor of Boston after the auction. Do you think he is thanking the rich for their donations? Of course there is also this reason, the most important thing is... let these rich people help donate political funds!

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

When Tang Dao and Charlie were sitting and chatting, a gentle voice came in abruptly. The two turned their heads and saw the mayor Edmund. Elliot was holding a glass of red wine with a natural smile on his face. This is a gentleman in his fifties, which is what he felt at first glance.

Politicians... huh.

The two looked at each other, stood up out of politeness, "Mr. Mayor, hello."

"It's unusual, you can call me Edmund, that's what my friends call me." The other party said with a smile.

MD, if you don't have anything to show your courtesy, you can either **** or steal!

Although he was very vigilant in his heart, he still had to show shamelessness and enthusiasm as a businessman on his face, "Of course, we are friends, let's drink to our friendship."

The three of them clinked glasses lightly and took a sip.

"I heard that Mr. Nicholas plans to invest in Boston?" Edmond asked casually.

"Mr. Charlie and a few partners and I set up a consortium. Our purpose is to find suitable business opportunities, maybe in Boston, maybe in San Francisco." Tang Dao said vaguely, but the meaning is obvious. We are profit-seeking.

Edmund lowered his head and looked at the subordinates beside him, who immediately understood, coughed, and took a step forward, "Gentlemen, I am the director of Mr. Edmund's campaign team, and my name is Vidal , I wonder if you are interested in making political donations?"

This political donation is the donation received by an organization or individual from its citizens and groups.

Almost no one can refuse such an invitation.

Because the "dividend return" behind the free donation is considerable, and there are many ways to return it. The most important thing is that when the Kennedy family was the leader of the eagle sauce, they proposed favorable policies for the Boston consortium, at least giving them priority.

The rewards here alone can drive people crazy.

"I know Mr. Charlie is running for Governor of Massachusetts, and I can support you."

Edmund also said from the side that the two of them belonged to the same party, which was very important.

Tang Dao looked at Charlie in surprise, his eyes seemed to be asking, the latter nodded, and said helplessly, "My team and think tank told me that if I can improve my status, it will bring me greater benefits .”

There is nothing wrong with this, this is North America!

All words are on the surface.

"Mr. Edmund, why don't you go to them?" Tang Dao pointed at the Boston consortium not far away.

Mr. Mayor took a look, then turned around, "They just think someone is more suitable than me."

Now I understand that Edmund must have looked for the other party. After all, the other party is a well-known consortium with plenty of money, but it is obvious that the other party has not taken a fancy to him.

"I think we need to think about it for a few days." Tang Dao didn't agree immediately. Edmund nodded, holding up his cup, and Vidal next to him presented a business card with both hands, "This is my private phone number. You are welcome to call at any time. Phone." After finishing speaking, he walked towards another small group.

"Edmund is not very good." After the other party left, Charlie said, his eyes retracted, "Do you know why no one is willing to donate? Because he has no credit, someone in Boston gave him 30 Ten thousand dollars in donations, but later, there was no return.”

"Not at all?"

"If there is, it will be four years in prison." Charlie said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Now Tang Dao is a little speechless. The other party is really not kind. Why is the merchant donating money to you? To put it bluntly, isn't it protection money?

"So, this is also the reason why the Boston consortium donated to others?" Tang Dao shook his head, then Emond's political path is over. If you can't make the mainstream structure of North American society - businessmen believe your words, then what else do you have to do? ?

When the banquet was over, Emond's face was also very ugly, but he still kept an "elegant" smile. Obviously he didn't get what he wanted, and just as Tang Dao was about to leave, he was stopped by someone.

"Hello, Marlin Locke." The other party stood in front of him and extended his hand to introduce himself.

"Nicholas Tang." Of course Tang Dao would not reach out to hit the smiling face. He wondered in his heart, what was the other party looking for him for? It didn't seem like he just came to say hello, and Lupicien next to him also had a calm face, which was completely different from the indignation when we first met.

Marin Locke looked Tang Dao up and down, this guy is extremely self-disciplined!

He has seen too many people who squander their money when they have money, but the Asian in front of him, with a body that is not out of shape, has a different feeling to people, nor does he look like a person who is too indulgent and can control his desires , to go further on the road to success.

"Do you have time for a drink?"

invite yourself?

Tang Dao and Charlie looked at each other, and both saw the seriousness in their eyes.

Is this a Hongmen banquet?

"sure."

Marlin Lodge nodded with a smile, and the two walked side by side towards the outside of Faneuil Hall.

Seeing someone coming out, the reporters outside snapped photos.

The employee had already driven the vehicle over, and the tiger-headed Ben looked very clean after taking a shower, glistening in the sun.

Tang Dao looked to the side and saw the lame Asian standing not far away, looking at him as well. This is the first time he has formally looked at the other party. Do you think he is handsome? Not really, but it's very clean, and the slightly dark skin makes the eyes extraordinarily bright, like a star nicknamed Fa Ge.

This is not at all what an ordinary doorman should look like.

This is a man with a lot of stories~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tang Dao tilted his head towards John beside him and muttered twice, then nodded towards the lame Asian, and then got into the car.

Watching the convoy leave, Mark Lee was still a little confused, so he saw a white man walking towards him.

"What's the matter, sir?" He said modestly.

"Take this business card. Call me if you have something to do." John handed him the business card in his hand. Asians are interested? Is it because of the common skin color? But something was wrong, the boss only cared about profit, and would not change his departure just because of his skin color.

Mark Li was also puzzled. He looked at the business card, which was a little golden, with only one name on it: Tang Dao! and a string of phone calls.

He frowned, not knowing why.

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