The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 211

Glossy golf hairstyle.

The trimmed suit can't hide the swollen belly. Perhaps, this is an indispensable outfit after getting older.

Charlie Longfellow!

It seems that there are about 50 people, the skin on the face is already grooved, and the corners of the mouth are smiling, a typical image of North American rich people.

He got out of the "American Dream" super long car, his eyes scanned the crowd, and finally settled on Tang Dao, walked over, stretched out his hand, and said in a voice with a bit of heavy metal, "Welcome to Boston, Mr. Nicholas. "

"Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Charley."

"You're younger than I thought."

He looked at Tang Dao with admiration. In fact, according to the identities and status of the two parties, this is not directly proportional. One is a state congressman and can even continue to climb up, while the other is an active trader in Africa.

But Charlie doesn't care about these things. In the capitalist society, the most important thing is whether he has money!

Tang Dao's company has already reached 500 million U.S. dollars in turnover alone, and the former found out that the Mississippi consortium spent more than 1.4 billion U.S. dollars to buy several mines in Somalia, and the money probably fell into the his pocket.

Those who know yourself better than yourself are probably your collaborators besides your enemies.

It is no exaggeration to say that Tang Dao is now worth at least 1.5 billion US dollars...

Even in Europe and America, this belongs to the wealthy class.

After the two chatted for a few words, they got into the car. Little Angel and others got into the Audi behind him, and Pierce sat in the American Dream with him. The place was even more prosperous. The decoration was resplendent and resplendent. There is an independent movie room, and there are even toilets.

Anyway, let's not talk about anything else, just one word, “Tao!”

Charlie crossed his legs, sitting face to face with Tang Dao, facing the passengers who hadn't left the window. It's no surprise. As a rich man, he has always enjoyed the spotlight. In the United States, although Privacy protection is very strict, but ordinary people are also full of curiosity about their lives, and this paparazzi is very popular here.

The nearly 30-meter-long car moved slowly. This car is good, but it has a shortcoming. It is not easy to turn around.

I could only bite the bullet and drive forward. Fortunately, there are many roads in Boston, otherwise, it would be really embarrassing.

After Ben Longfellow got into the car, he unscrupulously turned on the music, picked up a magazine and hummed a ditty.

Charlie frowned, smiled apologetically at Tang Dao, and pushed his son, "Ben, turn down your voice, don't you see I'm talking about something? What you need is politeness."

As soon as the former raised his eyes, he just looked at Tang Dao and ignored it.

This makes people very uncomfortable... giant baby!

"It's okay, I happen to like this Queen's "Innuendo" too." Tang Dao said with a smile, touching his lips with his fingers, "I also like their "The Miracle" and "A Kind of Magic" very much. their talents."

Ben Longfellow's face turned green, how did he know what it was called?

He just didn't like Tang Dao's eyes, and planned to use this bad trick to annoy him.

People in their thirties are still like this. In the future, the invincible family will really feel sorry for such a profitable father.

Tang Dao looked at each other as usual, with a vague smile, and a little disdain in his heart. When he was studying at Stanford, he liked Queen the most. Do you smoke?

"Huh!" The other party snorted, turned off the music, and walked to the back compartment. He was out of sight and out of mind. Of course, he might have to think of other ways.

Charlie had a headache, he felt helpless for his son.

He has been rebellious since he was a child, and he has been given 500 million yuan to start a business. What happened? Lost money! This is not a big deal, and he still owes a lot of debts to several casinos in Europe and America.

"Sorry, Mr. Nicholas, my son..." Charlie got stuck halfway through the apology, not knowing what to say, is he still a child? Those are in their thirties!

He didn't say anything, Tang Dao was thick-skinned, so he took it directly and waved his hand indifferently, "Don't worry, I won't care about children."

child? !

The corners of Guy's mouth twitched when he heard it. If the boss heard this, he would probably be furious. Isn't this taking advantage?

Charlie froze, then narrowed his eyes and smiled.

What he saw was a rebellious wild wolf, he couldn't suffer from any cheap price, and he didn't bother to continue to delve into this topic. He changed the topic, leaned on the leather seat, held a cigar in his hand, and didn't light it. "Mr. Nicholas, it's not very comfortable in Somalia."

"I have never had such a choice. As long as I can make money, I will go there." Tang Dao said, lowering his head, pushing the cigar on his knee a few times like ordinary cigarettes, "I think Boston is also making money." of."

Have you ever seen businessmen sitting together talking about the night?

Of course they know that both sides are sitting here for profit! Everything grown-ups do is good for them, and they don't have that much time to waste, but of course Charlie isn't going to back it up now, he just laughed and said, "Boston is more beautiful than Somalia."

beauty?

Where there is money there is beauty.

Even in the toilet, if you throw thousands of dollars, someone will let you watch them eat shit!

Since Charlie didn't want to talk about it now, Tang Dao didn't force it, he just became more and more curious.

The team swaggered through the city in a very high-profile way, and no one turned their heads back, mainly because the car was so eye-catching.

"Fack! Another **** rich man."

In a restaurant on the side of the street, there was a black guy wearing an apron cursing, but even though he said so, everyone could feel the envy in his eyes. I really want to try this kind of corrupt life. , He also wanted to experience the life of being scolded as a rich man.

And the cashier next to him is a young Asian man, wearing glasses, gentle, like a student, most of the families who can go abroad in the 90s are rich, of course, there are a small number of really outstanding students who are sent abroad by the government , the young man took a look at it, and then took it back.

It's still good to be down-to-earth.

"Wow! Boss, boss..." Suddenly, the black man shouted excitedly, which made the fat white man who was peeking at the newspaper in the cubicle very dissatisfied. He threw the newspaper away, He got up cursing, opened the door, and frowned. "Water? What are you doing?"

The black man pointed outside ~www.mtlnovel.com~ with a very excited expression on his face, "Yes... a guest is here."

As soon as the Asian young man thought about it, he looked up and saw that the convoy was parked neatly in the opposite lane, and a group of people came down from it, wearing suits, and walked straight over.

The boss was very impatient, "The guests are here, what's there to be excited about."

"That's a rich man, look." The black man pointed out, and the white man jumped on his toes to look out with a little effort. After seeing so many big men at once, his eyes lit up, he clenched his fist, and watched them go further and further. He quickly said, "Go and open the door, no, I'll go by myself."

Talking about the past, the tip given by the rich man...

Not less.

There is absolutely no way this **** black and asian can make it, he has to do it himself.

"Welcome!" When Tang Dao and the others were about to come in, he stretched out his hand and opened the door, half bowed, smiling all over his face.

Chapter end