The Strongest Arms Dealer

It was dark outside Somalia. Mogadishu, without street lights, was lying in the arms of the desert under the gaze of the stars, but it was quiet, which did not mean safety. Hyenas outside the city were chasing in groups. Looking at the Somali lion, the latter was covered with scars, sticking out his tongue to lick the wound, looking at them with fierce eyes and disdain.

dog!

It's still a dog after all!

It is king even at night.

But for the hyenas, the Somali lions fighting alone are like rotten meat exuding rotten meat, unable to escape. Both sides are making low growls to be bold, and finally, the hyenas move first!

The two sides fight together!

In the city, the four hyenas who were eyeing the rotten meat of Somalia and North Africa finally ended their meal.

Tang Dao gritted his teeth and watched Frantesque and the others leave, and waved his hand. Just as he was about to leave, he saw Lao Chen hiding in the kitchen.

Pum-pum-pum!

He slapped the table vigorously, the other party looked over, Tang Dao hooked his fingers, "Are you the boss?"

Old Chen is not timid, he has been hiding behind and watched Lao Chen's play for a long time, and he nodded when he heard the words.

"In addition to Sichuan cuisine, can you cook Jiangmin cuisine?"

"A little bit, I learned from the master before." Old Chen said truthfully.

"Would you like to come to my company? I'll pay you a salary of $8,000 a month and insurance. What do you think?"

SR company's food is mainly canned food, and the chef is also a part-time employee. The dishes are really unpalatable. He understands the saying that the cooking class determines the combat effectiveness.

During World War II, after the U.S. military entered the war, their logistical supplies were luncheon meat, and luncheon meat was available 365 days a year, so that after the war, Eisenhower met Corey, the factory manager who produced luncheon meat, and grabbed him and told him, " I really want to shoot you!"

In modern warfare, especially in the Gulf War, some people have studied that the U.S. military has as many as 10 kinds of meals on the battlefield, which were later included in the psychological construction standards of the army. Troops that eat well also represent combat effectiveness.

Tang Dao not only regards employees as tools to make money, they are human beings, and they also have living emotions. Sometimes the leader is also a server.

"Three meals a day are enough, but the amount is a bit large, hundreds of people, would you like it?"

Before the civil war in Somalia, Lao Chen could earn about 2,000 US dollars a month. After the war, it was no longer possible. The situation was chaotic and the safety could not be guaranteed.

The 8,000 US dollars offered by Tang Dao was very exciting. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet!

"Okay, but I have a son, you have to pay him, sir." Seeing that he was talkative, Old Chen added.

"Yes, 1,000 US dollars per month. When you have the ability to become a teacher, you can increase it."

Old Chen had a smile on his face. He already thought that after working for a few years, he would be able to build a small villa when he returned home.

Tang Dao ordered Osborn to leave two employees to help Lao Chen pack his things. He came to the airport tomorrow morning and left in his car.

"! My old Chen family seems to be really getting rich."

He patted his thigh, muttered a few words, wiped his hand on his head, and raised his head back.

Frantesc sat in the car, feeling very restless, with more than a dozen cigarette butts under his feet.

He fumbled out the cigarette case again, but it was empty.

"Do you still have cigarettes on you?"

The bodyguard shook his head, which caused Frantesc to curse in a low voice, opened the window, and threw the cigarette case out. A gust of wind blew in with a fishy smell, which was very pungent.

"Dun, how trustworthy is that Asian statement today?" He finally felt that a person's brains were not enough. He turned his head and asked his bodyguard. The latter was also depressed, and he didn't have the brains to go around. He thought, if he studied well, he wouldn’t have joined the army back then. He frowned and said nonsense, “Actually, I don’t think the Czech side will remember your achievements, but your wealth will be remembered on the bank’s storage card.” .”

Frantesc gave him a surprised look.

This sentence is very philosophical.

He frowned and thought carefully for a while, the dim light in the car shone on his face, he was very tangled, he was not a qualified leader, he was indecisive, if it was Tang Dao, he would definitely agree, with whom If you are against it, you can't be against the US dollar.

"Let me think about it again." He said softly, as if talking to himself, but also as if answering Dunn, turning his head to look out the window, squinting his eyes, very short-sighted.

Dunn didn't say anything, he was just a bodyguard, not a think tank.

Anyway, as long as the employer is guaranteed not to die.

At this time, Tang Dao, who was going back, originally planned to rest, and there were no activities in Mogadishu at night.

But received a call from Ukraine.

"Mr. Nicholas" Medevichuk's familiar voice called enthusiastically, but it was very cold when we first met.

"Major General Medevichuk? Why did you suddenly call me at this time? Did I ask you to help me find any news about the employee?"

Tang Dao took off his leather shoes and put his feet on the table. The socks still exuded a charming fragrance.

"Please don't worry about this matter, I will remember it, but you are a bit unkind, why did you drag Victor?"

Um?

This was discovered?

Then come to question?

Tang Dao didn't panic at all, instead he laughed, "Isn't this very good? You have to learn to teach your children to make money from an early age, otherwise, when they grow up, they can only watch others pretend to be money. Shouting cheers from the side. You have to thank me for letting him recognize the reality in advance."

Medevichuk didn't know how to answer.

What you said is so reasonable, he couldn't refute it, so he had to say in a low voice, "I will take over the business between Victor and you, he should fight as a child, instead of negotiating here, even dismantling the gun It takes 1 minute, he is not qualified."

Is this really my dad?

Tang Dao felt that the lives of Soviet boys were miserable. From the age of ten, a small number of boys would be required to join the juvenile military academy. The standard is the same as that of the regular army. The purpose is to wait for them to grow up ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to be able to To train middle-level cadres for the Soviet army, these people are elite!

But the childhood of throwing grenades may be full of passion, but is it what they must like?

Tang Dao just sighed and babbled casually.

"Of course, as long as you can meet my needs, I do business with anyone the same."

Medevichuk had an in-depth exchange on the goods between the two. The two sides were like haggling at a vegetable stall. You talked to each other until after ten o'clock in the evening. Finally, Tang Dao couldn't help it. up.

",! OK, I will arrange what you need."

"Thank you very much." Medevichuk heaved a sigh of relief. His mission was accomplished, and he heaved a long sigh of relief.

After finishing the call, Tang Dao had someone call Robert over.

"Can the ruble plan be implemented?"

"There are already signs." Seeing that Tang Dao called himself over to inquire about this matter at such a night, Robert must have said something, so he slightly tilted his ears to listen to him, "You take someone to Kyiv the day after tomorrow, and then from there Take a detour to Moscow, I will leave this plan to you, remember, if you fail, you will guarantee your own safety."

Robert's heart warmed, thinking that the boss cared about him.

In fact, Tang Dao's thoughts are very distorted. If you are arrested, will you confess to me?

By the time

How should I treat you?

Tang Dao was extremely cold-blooded at certain moments!