The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 208

When Tang Dao followed to the living room on the third floor, he stood outside and heard Hassan's rough laughter inside.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lao Hei and the young man sitting inside turned their heads at the same time. Tang Dao glanced at each other, and with just one glance, he had almost calculated the height and weight of the other party.

"Wow, my hero is here." Hassan put Erlang's legs down, with a happy face, stood up and opened his hands to give Tang Dao a hug. He even wanted to give a kiss, so Tang Dao hurriedly stretched out his hand Resist, point to the white man and ask, "Are there any guests?"

"Hahaha, let me introduce you, this is Ben Longfellow! He is from America." Hassan pointed to Tang Dao again and said, "Nicholas, my best friend, there is no problem in Somalia that he can't solve .”

This introduction is very vague, from the United States?

AIDS also came from America!

Feel nothing, just feel very proud.

When Tang Dao was studying at Stanford, the children of those big families had this kind of virtue.

The chain of contempt still exists in the class, otherwise, why do many people climb up? Isn't it just to despise others?

Book. Longfellow didn't even get up, just glanced at him, and then snorted in reply, which was regarded as a reply.

To him, Tang Dao is just a second-hand dealer, and his family has several arms businesses all over North America.

Tang Dao's outstretched hand ignored it directly, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. He squinted his eyes and shook his thumb. The little angel and others behind him also stared at him unkindly, and Hassan also held his breath, his eyes on both sides. Personally look and go.

In the end, Tang Dao withdrew his hand, with a half-smile, "Sir, you have a personality, I like it better."

this smile...

It's so insidious.

As the host, Hassan also hurriedly started the topic, "Nicholas, please sit down, let's talk slowly."

Tang Dao seemed to really have thoughts about the young man. He sat on the sofa next to him, raised his legs, picked up the cup on the table, and spit out a mouthful of phlegm into the cup.

Book. Longfellow's face suddenly turned ugly!

This is my own cup.

"What the **** are you doing?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"There's been a lot of phlegm recently, so I'd rather have another glass." Tang Dao crossed his hands on his lap and looked at Hassan. "General, please find someone to help him change a glass of orange juice. Children have to drink this."

MD!

You are used to it!

This is Somalia...

He Tang Dao has the final say.

A brat came here to show off?

Do you really regard yourself as a distinguished guest from all over the world?

There are also many rich people who died in Africa.

Hassan was a little startled, he understood Ben better than Tang Dao. With Longfellow's status, seeing him like this made me feel a little better. The white ghost would yell at him as soon as he came, pointing at his nose and asking, why didn't the diamonds be prepared?

No education at all!

Of course, maybe his family also taught him benefits, but Ben. Longfellow believes that people who are not bound by interests are not worthy!

Although he wished Tang Dao could slap this guy to death, he hurriedly stood up and shouted to the nanny at the door, "Hurry up, get another drink, don't you see?"

The nanny hurriedly trotted over, just as she was about to pick up the cup with both hands, when Ben. Longfellow was suppressed, he looked at Tang Dao with both eyes, "I'm very angry now, do you know what you are doing? Drink this cup, this thing never happened."

Actually, he's kind of racist.

In Yingjiang's family, the upper class is still dominated by white people. Not to mention many, 40% have a tendency to be racially discriminatory, while the middle class is Latino, and the bottom is colored skin. The descendants are too low-key, including close to zero sense of political participation. Such an honest person, of course, will be bullied.

But in this pathological state, political leanings are very fixed. You can't publish discriminatory remarks in public, or you will be sued, or you will be imprisoned if you are serious. Longfellow has held back for too long, and he can show his sense of superiority after coming to Africa.

But for Tang Dao, this sense of superiority...

Childish and ridiculous!

Tang Dao looked at the cup, licked his lower lip, and stretched out his finger, "This is not funny."

"I never tell a joke...uh!" Ben. Before Longfellow finished speaking, the little angel next to him pulled out his gun, pointed at him, and opened the safety with his thumb. This scene was very fast, and within a few seconds, the bodyguard around him reacted and was about to draw his gun. And the old housekeeper Guy who was following behind also shrank his pupils, and his cloudy eyes were startled.

"Where does your sense of superiority come from?" Tang Dao clasped his fingers, looked up and asked, "The Longfellow family? Of course I know, the prince of Cambridge, Massachusetts?"

In fact, he just knew this family, mainly because the surname was too rare, which made Tang Dao think of a person.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow! World-recognized America's greatest poet.

And he stayed in Cambridge, Massachusetts until his death in 1882, but at that time his descendants used his reputation to make a fortune, and then engaged in oil mining and arms trading, and it happened that there was another war not long after, and then the east wind of the war and their family It climbed quickly and had a great reputation in the political and business circles, but until the 1960s, Kennedy, a young man, wanted to nationalize the power of the Federal Reserve to issue U.S. dollars, and the U.S. government issued U.S. dollars. Ants tied to this interest chain There were too many grasshoppers, and I was sent off to see God.

And here, the Langfellow family, which originally supported the young people, didn't even pay back their basic contributions, and a group of people attacked their relationship in the political arena. For a while, the Langfellow family declined a lot, but that's it, they Still Prince of Cambridge, Massachusetts!

It's just that here in Somalia, they never listen to poetry, all they care about are fists and dollars.

"Sorry, sorry, sir." Guy rushed out quickly. He grabbed Ben Longfellow with both hands, apologized to Tang Dao, and kept talking softly beside him. He hadn't seen any scene in decades. ? He has also seen high-level people and desperadoes, and understands the truth, you must use your own life to gamble on whether the guns in other people's hands have bullets.

What if he really dared to shoot?

Your skull is overturned.

"Young man, you have to keep a low profile outside, understand? There is no law here." Tang Dao said in a teaching tone, reaching out to the little angel, who retracted the pistol.

Ben Longfellow's face was ugly, he slammed his fist on the table, got up and left.

Guy said apologetically to Hassan from behind, "General, please prepare some diamonds."

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

The old butler nodded ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and nodded towards Tang Dao, and trotted to catch up with him, and when he got in the way, Tang Dao relaxed and looked at Old Hei, "General, what else do you have?" something to tell me?"

A little kid from North America ran over, so he wouldn't call him over, because the other party had no interest conflicts with him at all.

Hassan laughed and said in a low voice, "Actually, I came here because I just wanted to ask you something."

"Please tell me." Tang Dao asked casually.

"If I want to buy Aidid's life, how much will it cost?"

uh-huh? !

Tang Dao raised his head suddenly, he was picking his fingers, but he also paused, squinting his eyes, "General, what are you talking about?"

"I want the unification of Somalia, so just tell me how much Aidid's life will cost." Hassan took a deep breath and asked, staring straight at him.

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