The Strongest Arms Dealer

Tang Dao hadn't left yet, he was left behind by Peng Jiakang.

The last earth emperor is struggling.

"Mr. Tang, we will try our best to meet all the requirements of your company." Peng Jiakang pulled down the corner of his suit and wiped his palms on his legs. "This is also the request of the royal family."

"Thank you very much. Prince Charles said that you are a very good diplomat. When you return to China, there are definitely many places that need you."

Charles said shit!

This old man is in his fifties, do you know who Peng Jiakang is? He is currently dealing with family conflicts all the time, and his mother is still so capable. It seems that he will not be able to succeed in the short term. His wife puts a hat on him and has a relationship with the bodyguard Barry Mannaki, although the latter was later arrested. Transferred away, also died together in the mission, but the relationship between husband and wife plummeted.

All he thinks about every day is to find solace among the women.

Tang Dao has played golf with him a few times, but only in terms of understanding. The internal think tank of the savior company hopes to invest in the "prince". After all, someone who can be a prince for decades may die in his old age. before mom.

Peng Jiakang left Tang Dao to chat a few more words, hoping that he could give the British capital a platform.

How could Tang Dao agree to such a certain thing quickly? Don't capitalists just like to add insult to injury? We have to see who is the best bully, and we can make a decision at that time. Although Peng Jiakang was very upset when he didn't hear Tang Dao's personal promise, he didn't force the other party to express his opinion.

The status of the two parties is different.

I personally sent Tang Dao out of the Hong Kong Governor's Mansion. There were still paparazzi at the door. Seeing someone else coming out, I was startled for a moment, and then my eyes showed ecstasy. Who is this? Can Mr. Peng send it out in person? When the big shots came out, they didn't have this kind of treatment. The reporters began to think about it. Who the **** is this?

Of course, there are also media who have been paying attention to Western news. The more they look at this person, the more familiar they are.

"I know who he is!" Someone in the crowd suddenly yelled, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see the veteran Uncle Nan looking at him with a puzzled expression. The "newcomer".

"A Dong, do you know who this is?" Uncle Nan asked hurriedly.

"Enn, I saw him when I was reading a French newspaper before, and you also know Uncle Nan, he was the hot guy at the time, he was that arrogant little boy." This Ah Dong was talking nonsense But this Uncle Nan thought of it all at once. When they were in the news agency before, it seemed that they were talking about France, and someone shouted in a very high-profile way, whoever can save me out, I will give 100 million US dollars!

At that time, Uncle Nan sighed, this is really a rich street boy, but then the news disappeared.

"He ran out?!"

This was Uncle Nan's first thought, but then he shook his head and lost this unrealistic idea. He hurriedly asked, "Ah Dong, what is this person doing? Do you still have any impression?"

A Dong frowned and shook his head, "I don't really remember, but there should be newspapers in the agency, and people can check them."

Uncle Nan smelled a big hot spot, "Okay, you go to the side and call the agency, and ask them to help check."

"Uncle Nan, what time is it?" A Dong looked at his old-fashioned watch, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Let them work overtime, as long as we are one step ahead of our peers, we will have our year-end bonus." Uncle Nan is still very enthusiastic at such an age, staring, "You can rest anytime, but making money is not enough. If you want to spend the New Year with you Mother hates not being able to get money?"

A Dong also felt nervous. He could move anything, but he couldn't move money. He threw the tool in his hand to his colleague, turned around and ran, very slippery. He kept observing the colleagues on Uncle Nan's side, and felt that something was wrong. The old paparazzi's nose is still very sharp, and it is right to follow him, and they also asked their colleagues to find out.

"Mr. Peng, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Tang Sheng." Peng Jiakang waved his hand, watched the car leave, stood at the door, glanced at the paparazzi not far away, then called the servant, said a few words into his ear, and pointed Paparazzi, the latter nodded, and Peng Jiakang walked back to the mansion.

Before the paparazzi understood what it meant, they saw the servants coming over and raised their hands, "Gentlemen, Mr. Peng invites everyone to have supper. If you can please wait a moment, Heji's bowl of porridge will be delivered. If you can't wait , please leave by yourself."

Treating guests for supper?

This can be regarded as a relatively unique way of entertaining, many celebrities or bigwigs have done this before.

The main news media are too powerful, and there is almost no price to pay for spreading rumors. Of course, they are also smart, and they only dare to write some lace news about white people. If they write about some club leaders, hehe

As soon as they heard that there was food, except for a few who left, most of them still kept it. While waiting for each other, they talked.

Most of these people's income is not very high. Relatively, some of them are not as good as the cleaning aunt, and their consumption is notoriously high. Since there is free food, why not take it?

Uncle Nan was also waiting, he was waiting for Ah Dong to come back.

Seeing that the hour hand was about half a circle away, Ah Dong ran over panting, "Uncle Nan, Uncle Nan has been found."

"What's your boy's name!" Uncle Nan grabbed him, saw the eyes of his colleagues, and reprimanded him in a low voice, "Go, let's talk elsewhere."

"Where are you going?"

"I'll treat you to supper, and talk while you're eating." Uncle Nan was very generous. They packed up their tools and left. The others felt that Uncle Nan must know something and wanted to follow, but they stopped. will tell you

Adong is young, and he couldn't help it just after he walked out, "Uncle Nan, that man's name is Nicholas Tang, he is an arms dealer. We have found a lot of information. His business is all over the world. Some people call him the King of Africa." , an African tycoon, almost all the mines in North Africa belong to the company under his name, and it is rumored that his worth is close to 10 billion US dollars, which is more than the sum of several bigwigs.”

"Then is there any other news?" Uncle Nan asked hurriedly.

"Mr. Peng is the one who invited him tonight. Does it mean that he wants to do business?" A Dong made a bold guess. Uncle Nan's eyes lit up, and there was a topic on the front page tomorrow.

Shock! Is the world's largest private military enterprise going to land? !

Or to put it another way: Towards the proliferation of guns? !

Anyway, how to write about how scary the title is~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Anyway, some readers will pay for it.

"Let's go back to work overtime!" Uncle Nan was full of passion, he pulled A Dong into the news car, and went back to the news agency. A Dong was startled, "Huh? Don't you want supper?"

"What to eat? I'll talk about it after overtime work. I'll take you to have morning tea tomorrow."

Back at the hotel, Tang Dao was taking a shower, wrapped in a bath towel, wiped his hair, sat on the bed, lit a cigarette with a click, picked up a magazine on the table and glanced casually, it was Miss Hong Kong’s The election magazine, there are many photos of beauties, but the champion Tan Xiaohuan is the leader.

"It looks good." Tang Dao also felt that the other party was very beautiful. It was written below that she was signed, and an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

Open a film and television company? Then, launder money for your own company in Asia? !

Can provide a lot of convenience.