Tang Dao was very calm, and handed over a bottle of Liz mineral water on the table, "Take your time, don't worry, you look like Clinton is addicted to X." ”

The Eagle Sauce family is in the general election, their media likes to do things the most, they have a shocking scandal, and Clinton is addicted to X.

This turned into a kind of "joke of the century".

It's just that Tang Dao understands that this guy has the last laugh, and I have to say, the consortium behind him!

Robert took the mineral water, but he didn't open it, he pressed it with his palm, he was very urgent, and he spoke quickly, "Boss, Mr. Coffey has news, he said that almost all tribes and forces have been warned that they are not allowed to purchase goods from The savior company, and two tribal chiefs have asked to return the order. ”

He didn't say a word before Kofi roared, "Damn it! Have you sinned against God in Somalia? ”

Who knows where that guy got his courage?

Maybe it's because the dollars in hand are about to fly, and the liver hurts.

“Fuck your dad!！”

Tang Dao even changed the gender of the greeting now, his face was ugly, he slapped it on the table, his angry face was distorted into an angry lion, he was used to being gentle and elegant, did anyone think that Lao Tzu couldn't lift the knife?

"Find out who they are?"

Rob nodded, "Bernard. Douglas, a Swiss Jew, is very high-profile. ”

"Is that him?"

Tang Dao blurted out, his brows furrowed, and the shy outfit and the Mediterranean Sea appeared in his mind, but his face gradually dissipated, and finally changed to Cecilio!

If this bastard hadn't participated, Lao Tzu would have chopped D!

"Do you think I'm a good bully?" Tang Dao raised his head and pointed at himself, smiling with a cheek, "Or do you think that there are laws in Somalia?" Or think I'm timid? ”

Robert shuddered, he knew that the boss was angry, and he kept his head down and didn't dare to gnaw.

"Tell Coffey to tell the chiefs of the sons of bitches that you can't return the order, Fake, Lao Tzu sells arms, not milk powder, and find someone to bring Bernard to me, I want to talk to him." Tang Dao stuck his waist and shouted loudly.

"I'll arrange it." Robert nodded hurriedly, his feet left quickly as if he had been greased, and he carefully closed the door, Tang Dao walked around the room irritably, he was now targeted.

Or rather...

Do these Somali people think they have too much appetite?

They want to kick themselves off the cake?

But have you ever seen a dog spit out of its mouth? Although this description is not elegant, Tang Dao is now a dog with a dollar in his mouth, and you let him let go of his mouth and scratch you to death with one paw.

This is Somalia, it's North Africa!

It's not the red light district of San Francisco, it's not the snowy mountains of Switzerland.

Tang Dao stopped, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and dialed a number, "Hey? General, I think... I have an obligation to contribute to Project Hope in Somalia. ”

……

"Hahahaha!"

On Caljohn Street, Somalia, where foreign investors are located, mostly small Italian-owned shops, business was great when there was no civil war, but when the civil war began, many shops were closed, but there was still a café that was half open.

Anyone who knows a little bit of news knows that this is Italy's "dark spot".

After all, the mountain eagle was once the "master" of this land.

In the café resounded with deafening laughter, unabashed, even arrogant!

Bernard and Cecilio sat facing each other, the former holding a cigar in his mouth and crossing Erlang's legs, very proud, "Cecilio, your method is so good, I look like I've seen that damn Asian stomping his feet." ”

Ceciglio took a sip of coffee, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and straightened his tie, "Nicolas is so proud, I hate to be friends with proud people, we have to tell him that this place was once Italian, and it is now, I advised him to keep a low profile, after all, this market is not just for him, but he refused, and those who do not follow the rules have to be taught a lesson." ”

"Of course!"

Bernard nodded approvingly.

In fact, he is not stupid, of course he can know that Cecilio must have a dirty relationship with Tang Dao, otherwise how could he be so bewitched to deal with him?

But the other party is right, Somalia's interests are passive, and the dollars in his pocket are less, and Bernard is just following the words of this Italian idiot.

"However, I also want you to be careful, because I am afraid that he will find out about you, and he has a group of outlaws under his command." Cecilio cared, he just didn't want the other party to hit the street so early.

Bernard nodded, didn't care, changed the topic, and asked first: "I heard that you have signed a contract with Edmond Energy in South Africa to help them protect the company in Somalia?" ”

Cecilio didn't know why the other party was asking, so he hesitated, but nodded.

"Then you don't want this Asian market in Somalia." Bernard finally said what was in his heart, and the Italian immediately understood that this guy was afraid of robbing himself, although he was disdainful, he still had a very generous look on his face, "Of course I won't rob you, I don't care about this." ”

Bernard looked suspicious in his eyes.

If the other party is not good, will they be so "dedicated"?

Since the old fox didn't want to say that he couldn't pry his mouth open, Bernard could only be wary in his heart, and picked up his coffee, "I wish us a happy cooperation." ”

Cecilio took a sip and glanced at the other party, originally trying to pull others in, but those people didn't have the "courage". wants to wait and see what happens, and even say, sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, let them fight and lose.

A sludge that can't be helped.

Cecilio can't wait to eat Tang Dao, he has already given that guy face several times, isn't it just a stock purchase? If you don't agree to this, then grab it and do it yourself!

To put it nicely, this is called opening up the market, and to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than greed.

The poor have been reasonable since ancient times, and the rich are damn good.

After a few more words with Cecilio, Bernard got up, and the latter sent them out the door and watched him get into the car and leave.

The Italian smiled on his face, and his tone became very deep, "How is Bale's injury?" ”

"The doctor said that there was a concussion, but fortunately there was no intracranial hemorrhage." He changed a bodyguard beside him, and when he heard the inquiry, he hurriedly lowered his head and answered.

Concussion!

Son of a bitch bastard.

Cecilio still remembered that the two guys beat Bell unscrupulously in front of him, which was completely like a slap in the face, and it hurt so badly, which was one of the reasons why he was determined to kill Tang Dao.

This Asian is too high-profile.

Cecilio nodded, the palm of his hand was tightly twisted on the crutches, and the old skin that originally looked was torn even more, this old guy is thoughtful, especially good at falling into the well, even if Tang Dao finds out that he has met with Bernard, what can he do?

Can he still move himself?

Although MPRI's business has not penetrated into North Africa now, and most importantly, there is a "cooperation!" between the two companies. ”

Even if it is discovered, Cecilio and Tang Dao dislike each other at most, but they have come to this point, can anyone else look at someone who is pleasing to the eye?

Don't look at the Italians greedy, but he is also shrewd, is he willing to give up the binding of big interests for the sake of small interests?

It's like World War I.

It's all cousins and cousins.

If you don't kill each other, you are tied to the interests of the overall situation.

Can...

Cecilio doesn't have the ability to see people.

Tang Dao was not his cousin.

……