The Strongest Arms Dealer

After the convoy safely arrived at the base in Somalia, Mswati III was amazed again, looking at the umbrella employees training on the playground and the neat formation of doe deer.

It's like someone who hasn't seen much of the world.

Mainly Swaziland is too small in the world pattern, will a few hooligans invite him? Other European countries are busy dealing with the votes themselves, who cares about your small country, which is only more than 10,000 square kilometers and has a population of only one million? Most importantly, your family has no special products.

Therefore, very few countries will invite visits.

This time the Ocassie government originally planned to find a few "partners" before the AU joint meeting, and hold a group together at the meeting, but Libya, Egypt, South Africa, etc. all looked down on you, and only Swaziland responded. Are you saying, brother, I just pass by you, don't you take it seriously?

Oh, on the spot, the two sides can fight.

So there was this meeting.

Some people will arrange the accommodation of Mswati III and others, and Tang Dao needs more important things, but when he was about to leave, he was stopped by that "Tang Maru", who smiled and said, "I have time , sit with me?"

Uh

Can you wrap up the "rug" on your body? What's the matter with showing your shoulders?

Tang Dao paused, nodded with a smile, and walked into the room.

"Sit wherever you want." Mswati III pointed to the sofa.

This seems to be your own territory, right?

Mr. Tang didn't have so much time to waste. He said directly, "Sir, do you need my help?"

According to etiquette, it is not very formal to address the king or His Majesty Mswati, but Tang Dao feels awkward. If your name is Gaddafi, maybe he will call it that way.

When Mswati III saw Tang Dao asked himself, he didn't hide it, so he expressed his thoughts in the car, saying that his country was poor, but after all, it was also one of human civilizations, and it needed people who were able to protect themselves People gain stability in this world where extremist organizations are on the rise.

"I want you to help me create a more modern army."

Never seen such a brazen person!

When you are a philanthropist?

Tang Dao shook his head without thinking, "I'm sorry, our company does not currently have this business."

The smile froze on Mswati III's face, and his face blushed immediately, but it was not obvious, and he was still working hard, "Aren't you willing to do this little favor?" His tone seemed unhappy, he had never been refused.

There is a festival in Swaziland called the Reed Festival. It was originally a ceremony for girls to come of age, but with the efforts of the two kings, it became a concubine selection contest. Mswati III’s father also had more than one hundred wives. So there is a reason for dying early.

Later, Mswati III felt bored, not tired of women, but thought it was boring, so he began to go to the local high school to rob civilian girls. Such a person has long since known what fear is. What he wants, just have to get it.

Tang Dao didn't speak, just looked at him like this, then raised the corners of his mouth, then looked at each other and said, "Sir, what benefits can we get?"

He said directly, no matter what kind of king you are, is it important to have dollars?

But don't underestimate the brain capacity of Africans. Gambia dares to say to Mao Xiong, "The nest is tender", and dare to growl loudly at rabbits. This place has always produced brain damage.

Therefore, Mswati III was taken aback when he heard Tang Dao's rhetorical question, "You are a friend of the Swazilanders, shouldn't that be?"

What kind of excuse is this?

Tang Dao felt that the other party was a child who hadn't grown up, but he still had to be patient with the customer, "This is really not good, but we can lower the price for you. As for the Mi Helicopter, we have a better card 27. Its It looks like a map of Swaziland. Originally we sold it for 500,000 US dollars, how about giving you 900,000 US dollars? This is my greatest care for my friends.”

Card 27, the market price is about 00,000 US dollars!

Tang Dao is really reluctant to let himself suffer when he treats his friends.

"I saw your army on the road, I want their weapons." Mswati III said.

"Yes, if you really need it, I will ask my staff to quote you. Don't worry, the price I will give you is absolutely cheap, but I am not the only one who has the final say on the company." Tang Dao lied, too lazy After getting entangled with this guy, I found a reason to come out.

Hester Theodore and the cherub were waiting outside.

"I will find someone from the sales department to come over and talk to them about business." Tang Dao said to the secretary, and then lowered his voice, "Give them a price increase of 50."

Hurst blinked his eyes when he heard the words, looked at the boss, understood, smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Go, go to the office and continue talking about what happened to Mist."

59 Montgomery Street, San Francisco!

Savior Company Flagship Store!

Next to it is the famous Transamerica Pyramid. If you shout on it, it may be heard throughout San Francisco. At this time, a team of more than 100 people gathered at the gate. They held flags and slogans and kept shouting and protesting.

The sign reads: The human exoskeleton is the wrong choice!

"It will make human beings regress and lose the instincts they should have."

Then there are skulls painted, roughly to resist the human exoskeleton, and there is a Dictator in this store, of course it is shrunk in a transparent cabinet, just for display.

I don't know where the rumors came from recently, saying that the human body's exoskeleton will make humans dependent, and then people will no longer walk by themselves. Isn't this going to degenerate?

This is still a demonstration called: The Technology Explosion Alliance launched a demonstration. According to this organization, it does not use high technology!

Totally sending people back to the Stone Age.

Originally, this kind of ordinary boycott was fine, but it became more and more serious, and Mister and the company realized that something was wrong. There must be public opinion behind it, otherwise, how could there be such a large amount of financial resources to have this kind of publicity in newspapers? ?

Several experts even said that this was a leak of state secrets and demanded a thorough investigation of the Savior Company.

Is this something you can check?

How many MPs are behind the company? How many political families? How many army generals? I didn't have the guts to do so, but these words still brought the public sentiment to another level.

Mister is not an idiot either, who wouldn't know how to fight public opinion?

Spend 7 million US dollars, contracted the prime time of the San Francisco TV station at night, what to do? Tell you the scientific truth, invite professors from the University of California, Berkeley to give lectures every day, and let them talk about the importance of human exoskeleton for social development.

They also invited congressmen and celebrities from San Francisco to stand on the company’s platform, and used the weapon of public opinion to fight back. The "Technology Explosion Alliance" is a puppy tempted by a bone. Maybe the owner is thinking about when to sell it.

They also sued 4 of them who published the fallacy that "human exoskeleton exists to kill people" on Yahoo, and demanded that they compensate the company's reputation for 2 million US dollars!

If you don't sue, you will lose your family and property, and you will never give up.

Under Mister's strong method, the wind direction has obviously changed, but it is the most painful to punch out the retracted fist. Therefore, in order to stabilize the situation, he directly led people to sit in San Francisco.

Boston is the home of public opinion, and local partners will kill the trouble. After all, San Francisco is a big city, especially close to Silicon Valley. Its business importance is self-evident. It's a success, and the press conference is going to be here.

Standing by the window of the office on the second floor of the flagship store, looking at the shouting people below, Mist felt that they were pathetic, he couldn't even understand his own life, and he was still thinking about the comfort of the world.

"Go to the next door to order milk tea and deliver it to them. Don't cry to death at the door of the store. I'll invite them." Mister said to the secretary.

The secretary nodded, waited a while, and left after seeing that he didn't order.

Mist was wearing a black shirt with white stripes today, and he looked quite tough. He leaned on the table, pressed the cigar into the ashtray with his backhand, and heaved a long sigh of relief. Just as he was about to sit down, the outside Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Sir." It was one of his bodyguards who came in, "The identity of that person has been found." He said and handed over a document.

Mister reached out to take it, and it was the man who splashed himself with nitric acid.

Buck Ernest, 35 years old, lives in Philadelphia, divorced, has a son, 7 years old.

It said that he was sentenced to 2 years for robbery when he was 20 years old, and after he came out, he joined a company with a community background, but committed another crime. He was sentenced to 9 years in prison and just came out.

"He just got out of prison?" Mister frowned.

"Yes, he was just released three days before attacking you," said the bodyguard.

This background check looks like a normal garbage recycling guide. When the other party poured nitric acid, he still shouted the word "capitalist", which seemed to have a hatred of the rich. Is this really an ordinary attack?

Sherlock Holmes said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that the more normal an event is, the more abnormal it seems.

Mister re-read his background three or four times, and finally found a problem. He pointed to the company he joined after he was released from prison for the first time and asked the bodyguard, "Has this company been checked?"

The bodyguard's face suddenly became embarrassing.

"How does the investigation department do things? Let them have a look at the background of this company. Is there no one to meet in prison? This Buck Ernest died before going to the police station. Check it out. What is the background of a policeman, do I still need to teach this?" Mist said, patting the table dissatisfied.

"I'll arrange it right away." The bodyguard shrank his head, his head was covered in blood from being scolded.

Mist's temper is usually good, but when it comes to work, he looks very serious, and he is also very strict with the people around him. Seeing the bodyguards running away, he frowned.

Standing at the window again, I happened to see employees from a milk tea shop downstairs delivering milk tea to them. Many people almost fought because they didn't get the first batch.

What kind of garbage people are these? !