The Strongest Arms Dealer

Erskine bought a box of fruit baskets and handed over 10 francs. The assistant was there to pay for it. Erskine patted his hand and said, "The things you buy yourself are the most precious."

This is being labeled as a dog, so why pay attention to it.

But maybe this is the French with low self-esteem but full of pride.

The assistant carried the fruit basket and followed behind Erskine. The two walked slowly towards the car parked across the street. In the distance, the assistant also looked along, it was a Chinese restaurant.

The assistant's heart skipped a beat. The boss doesn't have any weird ideas, does he?

"Say, how about we order a takeaway to take to Mr. Nicholas?"

God!

You are going to visit the prisoner, not to go on a blind date.

The assistant showed confusion and embarrassment, "Mr. Erskine, I'm afraid this will not affect you very well."

"Yeah." Erskine nodded after thinking about it, "We can only wait for him to come out before asking him out."

The assistant's right cheek trembled. Sure enough, is that demon about to be released?

Is this a compromise?

Still cooperate! ?

"Anil?"

The assistant heard someone calling him, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Erskine looking at him in surprise, frowning, "What are you thinking?"

"No, I'm just a little hungry, hehehe."

Erskine didn't care too much, "When we get back, let's go to dinner again. Now, I think Mr. Nicholas has to wait."

You are the leader of the dove faction, why do you look like a little fan?

When Erskine came to see Tang Dao, he couldn't be in the cell like those before. They were arranged in a conference room with high privacy.

Tang Dao dragged his ankle chain on the ground with a heavy voice. Erskine, who was already waiting inside, saw an Asian man walk in under the supervision of three prison guards. The shackles on his body were at least two Thirty catties, but his face was very calm or calm, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Just by looking at this expression, you can tell that he is a big boss.

Erskine frowned, "Take off Mr. Nicholas' shackles."

The three prison guards looked at each other in embarrassment, and Tang Dao also waved his hands, "You don't have to be so polite, I'm used to it, but I don't know what your name is, sir."

"Erskin Calderon."

Tang Dao made a sudden realization, "The leader of the dove faction, are you here to cooperate with me?"

Erskine nodded, and winked at the assistant, who whispered something to the prison guard, who hesitated for a while, but left anyway, leaving only Tang Dao and the others in the conference room.

"Please sit down." Erskine said quickly, and helped him pull the chair. He is different from Zola. He can lower his figure, especially when he knows the value of the person in front of him. He feels that if it is not for the age gap, he is ready to call him little brother.

Erskine took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket, opened it, handed it to him in a numb manner, and...helped light the cigarettes!

This Tang Dao is completely dumbfounded. Is it true that all doves are like "knowledgeable about current affairs?"

However, how many people in this world can enjoy this kind of treatment. No matter how the Gallic rooster is beaten into a roast chicken, he was once one of the hegemons of the world. Erskine is one of the very powerful few people. Such people light cigarettes , full of panache.

Tang Dao stretched out his head, followed the other party to light the cigarette, took a puff of the cigarette, and the front of the cigarette slowly lit up, and then he lazily lifted it back, puffing out the clouds, who could be so comfortable in prison like him?

Erskine next to him looked like a hair salon lady who was engaged in special services, looking at Tang Dao affectionately, afraid to say at this time, is it comfortable? boss.

Fortunately, Tang Dao knew the identity of the other party, and also understood what politeness meant. He looked at him with a cigarette in his right hand, "I think we can talk about cooperation."

"Of course." Erskine's eyes lit up.

"I want to invest in Renault." Tang Dao said loudly.

"Can!"

Erskine replied even more simply, "We can make decisions about these."

Tang Dao let out an uh and frowned, "Don't you need to think about it? This is Renault."

"No, we've already discussed it."

Tang Dao felt helpless because he didn't have the experience of negotiating. Although he didn't know what was going on outside, it was obvious that they were under great pressure and wanted to let him out.

Can't wait?

Someone Tang's eyes lit up, you are in such a hurry, if I don't make some excessive demands, I will be a little sorry for this benefit.

"I need an interest-free loan."

"How many?"

"3 billion dollars!"

Erskine was almost choked to death by his own saliva, and he couldn't laugh or cry, "Mr. Nicholas, your request...I'm afraid no one will accept it. Those bankers will kill me. You know the face of bankers, 3 billion US dollars I don’t have that much right to an interest-free loan.”

France is not without capitalists. Erskine dare not offend Tang Dao and the Wall Street bosses behind him, but it does not mean that he dares to offend the French natives.

Tang Dao stared at him, seeing that his eyes were very determined, and he also understood that his request might be a little, a little, maybe too much. Why should the local capitalists take care of you? You have to bring benefits to them before they can take care of you.

"Then trouble you to match me up. I want a loan, but I hope to give me the lowest interest."

Erskine breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Yes, I will try my best to help you solve it, is there anything else?"

"Brewer, who fought with me in the cafeteria last time, I want him to go out with me."

"This..." Erskine frowned and looked at him, "I'm curious, Mr. Nicholas, what do you like about him? He's just a prisoner."

"I'm a criminal too."

Tang Dao said, but paused again, and explained, "I just think he has more fate with me."

fate?

What a mysterious statement.

But just to take a prisoner out, Erskine can still meet his request. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The two sides had friendly exchanges and visits, and they talked until after 7 o'clock in the evening~www.wuxiaspot.com~Erskine left, and Tang Dao was also sent back to his cell.

But at this time, there are always some people who don't know why they like to join in the fun.

For example, Monsieur Baron de Corsica.

He kept clasping his throat with his fingers in the bathroom, as if trying to induce vomiting, but he didn't dare to make any loud noises, so he could only lower his voice. Cornelius raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror with bloodshot eyes. Embarrassed.

I have never suffered such a crime before, but for the sake of the family's glory, let me bear this little crime!

Perhaps it was his sincerity that moved the old ancestor, who felt nauseated, and spat out from his mouth a plastic bag that was no bigger than a little finger. What was inside was stained by the sticky material outside, so he couldn't see clearly.

He washed the plastic bag, wiped it dry with his prison uniform, and then slowly opened it. Pulled out a piece of paper from inside, opened it slowly, for fear of destroying it, squinted, looking at the small characters written on it.

"True pass, 1 o'clock action."

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