New York. Chinatown.

The 100-year-long history has made it exude charm, there are overseas Chinese and Chinese restaurants everywhere, and it has become an industrial area, where almost all Chinese people come to New York, and then slowly expand their sphere of influence here, and there are about 600,000 Chinese living here.

And because of the special group reasons, it is rare to see black or white people here.

Even the local community is rare, and unlike the Chinese Quarter of Boston, it's safer here! The main backing is larger.

In a noodle shop.

Tang Dao was sitting face-to-face with Ellison, and the two ordered two bowls of knife-cut noodles, this Yankee likes sweets when eating, so what does it feel like to put sugar in this knife-cut noodles? At least Tang Dao can't eat it, he prefers to put chili peppers, without chili peppers, any food has no soul.

Moreover, he put spoonful after spoonful, and Ellison was dumbfounded.

"Oh my God, Don, are you going to put the peppers?"

Tang Dao stirred with chopsticks and said happily, "Food can make people physically and mentally happy, not necessarily the best to eat, but it must be happy." Having said that, Yu Guang looked at the waiters not far away, and also looked at him in surprise.

Neither of them made a big fuss and just had a meal.

It's relatively close to Wall Street, and maybe it's planning to cooperate, Ellison chose this Chinese restaurant himself.

An attitude has already shown that he wants to cooperate.

Bodyguards or something are outside, or somewhere else, it's not good to be too conspicuous, after all, Tang Dao they like to keep a low profile.

"What I'm talking about, Mr. Ellison should think about it." Tang Dao picked up a piece of noodles and bit it down, the tip of the tongue was relishing, making people look like they had a great appetite.

Ellison is a little gentleman at that.

He picked up two sticks and put them in his mouth, he didn't like pasta very much, he preferred desserts, and besides, this noodle with sugar always felt weird.

"The board is willing to accept financing, but how much do you pay?"

"We don't want a controlling stake, just dividends, and if you choose AB shares, then we think we can give as much money as you need." Tang Dao is full of confidence when he says this, the shareholders of the Eye of the Future are all bosses, and it is not easy to use money to make a company work? He knew how far Oracle's stock could soar in the future.

Ellison was overwhelmed when he heard this, and he didn't know what words to use to express his feelings.

"Make this call." Tang Dao wrote down Charley's phone, there was paper on the side of the dining table, tore it off, wrote it down, handed it to the other party, and tapped his fingers lightly, "I will contact him, you can just talk." ”

Ellison nodded and looked at the phone on the paper.

And Tang Dao continued, "He is the head of my investment company, and he will be fully responsible. ”

As long as the boss orders, the money will definitely arrive, and Ellison is also relieved, he hasn't slept well for a long time because of the company's capital flow problems, and this mental pressure is very tense, and a string may collapse.

He was about to say a few kind words when he saw someone running in from outside, and he also knew, what was Don's bodyguard called Colik?

The other party said a few words in Tang Dao's ear, Tang Dao's brows tightened, but his movements were very slow and methodical, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and smiled at Ellison and said, "I'm sorry, I have something to do now, and I need to solve it." ”

"Okay, you get busy first, I'll call you if I need to."

Ellison stood up and shook hands with the other party, then watched Tang Dao leave, and when he was far away, he stretched out his hand to ask the waiter to settle the account.

…

"France has some weapons to be decommissioned?"

Sitting in the car, Tang Dao asked Colik.

"We're talking about a dozen Rafale fighters, as well as helicopters from the Puma family, and a number of individual weapons, and there's going to be an auction. Collick said.

Tang Dao has always wanted to enrich the memory of the Savior Company, and French goods have always been very hard since World War I, and they are also relatively reliable in Africa and other places.

"Let Mister go? No, no, France..."Tang Dao muttered a few words.

"Manuhin has also contacted us and wants to discuss cooperation with us."

Colik suddenly said at this time, naturally attracting Tang Dao, he looked over, "Manuhin Company? When was this? ”

"Half an hour ago, but at that time you were meeting with Mr. Ellison, we pressed it down, and we won't let you know until the auction warehouse comes out, because the auction is tomorrow." The little angel sitting in the front passenger seat also replied.

Tang Dao nodded, in this case, he could only go to France by himself.

He had just rested for a short time and was going on a business trip, so he leaned his head back on the chair with a little headache and rubbed his temples.

"Go straight to the airport."

Although tired, but still have to go, I don't know where the whim came from," Jean Jack. Lee also went to France. ”

He plans to focus on cultivating overseas Chinese who have managed corruption within the company, and the other party has done a good job and reduced the company's economic losses a lot.

"Okay."

The little angel answered, said a few words to the driver, and the convoy turned around and drove towards the airport. Lee also made a phone call and asked him to rush to Paris.

After arriving at the airport, now waiting in the VIP room, and at this time, Colik said that he wanted to go to the bathroom, he looked left and right in the bathroom, stood in front of the urinal, put water, and waited until he was finished, he lifted his pants as if he walked casually, his eyes glanced at the groove in the window, looked back, no one else, pinched something out of his pocket, threw it on it, turned around and left.

Not long after he left, a man dressed in a cleaner's suit walked in, wore a mask, pretended to clean up, and then went straight to the window, stood on tiptoe, fumbled for a ball of paper, and stuffed it into his pocket.

No one has seen this, and I'm afraid that even the two of them don't know who the other person is.

…

After the cleaner walked out of the toilet, he returned to the rest area, took off his clothes, changed back into civilian clothes, and left the airport.

“0735、18、3。” He hung up the phone.

And this phone call is actually to DRM!

The full name is: Directiondu RenseignementMilitaire, which translates to the French Intelligence Agency, and after this string of numbers is translated, it goes to the big guy's table.

Desmond. Burbich is the new director, he is a typical Frenchman, smoking a cigar, in the office, not only him, but also a lot of people sitting, they are very quiet, when I see someone knocking on the door to come in, all of them look over, the staff stubbornly handed him the number.

Desmond looked at it, the corners of his eyes suddenly pulled, the corners of his mouth raised, looked at the subordinates sitting below, and said with a smile.

"Gentlemen, the operation begins, at six o'clock in the afternoon at exit three, we will arrest Nicholas!" He paused for a moment, then adjusted his mood, "This mission is codename: Operation Eagle Hunting!" Remember, he must be caught alive, and we will put him on trial! ”

"Yes!"

……