The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 31

"Oh shit!"

Tang Dao straightened his feet. The interior of this Yinyun was obviously modified. The front and rear space is super large, and it is very comfortable to sit on. Moreover, the original owner of this car may be a TV show fan. There is also a small TV installed here for easy viewing. , Open the window slightly, let the warm Mexican wind blow, stretch out your hand, and feel the warmth between your fingers.

"Boss, where are we going?" Robert, who was used to the luxury car, held the steering wheel, straightened the rearview mirror with his right hand, and asked Tang Dao.

"Go to Wall Street in Manhattan." Tang Dao said while pointing to a spacious road, signaling to go this way.

As soon as Robert turned the steering wheel, he saw someone about to cross the road and honked the horn. A white-haired old woman withdrew her feet in fright. She was leaning on a cane, wearing glasses, looking at the **** of the luxury car, and swearing. I also kept my voice down, for fear of being heard by the people in the car. In the United States, the gap between the rich and the poor not only represents two classes, but also represents two worlds.

Have money and then have power.

No money, then bankruptcy and wandering.

It's like a law, mocking the city of the world.

Wall Street is the name of a large street extending from Broadway Road to the East River in the southern part of Manhattan, New York City. It is only one-third of a mile long and 11 meters wide. .

The street is narrow and short, only 7 blocks from Broadway to the East River, but it is known as "the financial center of the United States".

The management offices of banking, insurance, shipping, railway and other companies established by the Morgan chaebol, the Rockefeller oil king and the DuPont consortium are concentrated here. The famous New York Stock Exchange is also here, and it is still the headquarters of several major exchanges: such as Nasdaq, American Stock Exchange, New York Futures Exchange and so on.

Swiss banks also have branches here.

In fact, the famous Stephen Spielberg once directed a documentary novel "Revenge" adapted from the "National Post" columnist George Jonas. There are scenes of Swiss banks in it, but it can be false. He portrayed the employees inside as rigid and indifferent, but in fact, only those who have been there know that this is impossible. As for whether there will be different treatment for the rich and the common people, will it be the poor who can afford to go to the Swiss bank?

As soon as the Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud came to a stop, Tang Dao and the others just got out of the car when a sharp-eyed staff member came over. She was a woman with blond hair, light makeup, and clean clothes. Her eyes were clear and bright, "Mr. , good afternoon, how can I help you?"

"I need to cash a check." Tang Dao looked left and right. Everyone in the bank has a job, orderly, and the decoration is full of classical Swiss style, simple and clear. Then he looked at the other party's work card, "Julia .Hudson"

Julia. Hudson?

"Please come with me." She smiled slightly, spread her hands as a gesture of invitation, and casually glanced at Robert and the others who were following Tang Dao. She was also well-informed, although Jeff inside. Nicole and the others were dressed very simply, but judging from their posture, they were obviously trained professionally, as could be seen from their stance and their size.

Julia brought Tang Dao and others to a small room, about 20 square meters, but the inside may be due to the decoration, it did not look very oppressive and narrow, but it was very atmospheric in the visual, and the air conditioner was turned on properly. Temperature, after asking Tang Dao and others to sit down, Julia helped to make a few cups of coffee, and after a while, a middle-aged white man opened the door and walked in, "Good afternoon, sir, I'm Bernie Chatham, and I'm in charge of check cashing Work."

Tang Dao nodded, and pushed the check over, "Exchange the money for me, prepare one hundred thousand dollars for me, and deposit the others in an account for me."

Bernie picked up the check with both hands, first looked at the unique anti-counterfeiting mark of the Swiss bank check, his face relaxed, at least the other party was not a liar, and then looked at the amount, six million US dollars, even if he had a lot of knowledge, this time it would be too late. A bit confused, according to the standards of Swiss banks, more than two million US dollars are considered wealthy users, and enjoy more privileges.

"Wait a minute, I'll make arrangements now." Bernie stood up while pulling his suit, "Sir, please ask someone to come with me."

Tang Dao made a face towards Robert, and the latter picked up the check and followed him out.

According to the rules of Swiss banks, they do not accept personal things from customers, so as not to touch privacy or cause conflicts.

"Miss Julia, I want to buy some suits, is there any good place?"

"Of course, Hugo Boss, Ferre, alvin Klein... If necessary, I can contact their professionals to come and help." Julia said.

Tang Dao frowned, and said with a smile, "Swiss Bank still has this service?"

"Swiss Bank serves all rich people. As long as you need it, we can solve it." Julia's voice was not high, but the confidence and pride in her tone could not be hidden. She looked up at the young millionaire and hesitated. Next, said, "In any place, the rich can always enjoy privileges. The law can't or can't curb your desire to show your wealth. If you are willing to pay, there will be many people willing to help you solve any troubles."

"Including you?" Tang Dao put down Erlang's legs, sat up straight, raised the corners of his mouth, and stared at the other party unscrupulously. Forehead, adding a bit of charm.

Julia was taken aback for a moment, then covered her mouth and smiled, "Sir, you really like to joke." Although she said this, Tang Dao noticed that the opponent's muscles were tense, and he seemed very nervous.

But... there is no opposite **** that cannot be defeated by money.

Tang Dao also smiled, touched the cigarette on the table, raised it on the sofa again, pressed the lighter, and with a crackling sound, a purple flame was emitted, and he lit it on the cigarette end, puffing out smoke, and clasped his hands together. Li, "Please contact me, Armani, I want to make some suits."

"Of course." Julia breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid of the other party's unreasonable demands, but... also a little eager.

After all, the salary in the Swiss bank is not enough for him to live a good life with his son in New York.

About ten minutes later, Bernie came back with a smile on his face. Robert was carrying a bag in his hand, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com It was full, and his face was still flushed, as if the excitement had not faded.

"This is your card, and this is my business card. If you need it, you can contact me." Bernie handed it over with both hands.

"Thank you very much." Tang Dao put the card in the inner bag and was about to leave. Bernie and Julia sent him to the door. There was a police car parked outside. Three policemen sat inside with the windows half open. The knife is unknown.

Bernie stepped forward and explained, "We have a cooperation with the Manhattan District Police Department, and they will protect you to the hotel."

Tang Dao clicked twice, the treatment of this rich man in the United States is simply indescribable, he has never experienced these treatments in his previous life, the trouble of the rich is probably how to spend money, and what Tang Dao thought before was, How to survive without being frozen to death, took a deep breath, thanked Bernie, opened the car door and was about to sit on it, then turned around and called out, "Miss Julia."

This startled Julia, who was standing behind, and hurried over.

"What I just said is true. If you want to, you can come to the Manhattan Hotel to find me." After Tang Dao blinked, he got into the car and left under the protection of a police car in front and a Cadillac behind him.

Julia was flustered, but Bernie looked at her deeply and didn't ask any questions. He has worked in the New York branch of the Swiss Bank for nearly ten years, and he has learned a truth. Don't ask why, and don't ask anyone. If you know too much about your privacy, especially the thoughts of those rich people, apart from satisfying your curiosity, you will not be able to increase your salary a little bit, and may even make you lose your job.

For some things, hard work alone is not enough, you have to learn to be smart.

Moreover, Bernie also guessed that there are only a few types of things between men and women.

Chapter end