Jack. Ma looked at Tang Dao in front of him suspiciously, wondering what he was doing when he suddenly called himself over?

Tang Dao was very polite, pointed to the sofa opposite and asked him to sit down and talk, and then poured a cup of coffee.

"I've heard you say before, you've done fake B?"

"It was a long time ago, when I was ignorant and just wanted to make quick money." Brother Xiao Ma replied, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, this incident is not a good memory, after his brother and family were involved, they died, even if four or five years have passed, it is still a pain in his heart, he looked at Tang Dao, "I want to be a good person now." ”

"Then do you think I'm like a good person?"

Tang Dao pointed at himself and said with a smile, pressed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray, looked at him and asked.

This made Brother Pony not know how to answer, so he hesitated and nodded, "Good man." ”

"About 71 percent of the firearms and weapons in all of North Africa are supplied by me, and they use them to wage wars, killing thousands of people every day, do you think I'm still a good person?"

Brother Xiao Ma frowned, not knowing what Tang Dao meant, so he could only prick up his ears and continue to listen.

"I'm bad, I'm a big arms dealer, I'm teaching people to kill! But in the same way, I donate millions of dollars a year to Somalia for humanitarian aid and the construction of a basic health and education system, and I am also giving them hope, and in a while, I am going to hold a charity auction, and I will personally set up a foundation for relief in Africa, and maybe for some people, I am God. ”

Tang Dao's tone was a little sluggish, and he said firmly, "Then you say, am I a good person or a bad person?" Your question is too naïve. ”

No matter what the relationship is, in fact, it is all about interests.

The state and the state, people and people, even animals and animals, are concerned about interests, and those who are useless should be eliminated.

It's just that in some industries, this concept of the jungle is more straightforward.

And the law is the means used to secure your benefits, the best way to maintain the rights and interests of the specific class and protect the safety of ordinary people.

In the strict sense of the word, Tang Dao is a businessman.

"I don't have someone around me, you come and help me." Tang Dao didn't want to go around with the other party, so he said directly.

"Huh?" Brother Pony's face was full of surprise, and he was embarrassed, "I still have to take care of my sister." ”

"Send her to study, all schools in Boston can be attended, people need knowledge, only knowledge can change fate, let her see more vision, tuition fees are borne by these companies."

If you want to send a person to school, it is simply too simple for Tang Dao now.

Charley is a shareholder at Boston University...

Brother Xiaoma's eyes lit up, he felt that this was right, knowledge changes fate, if he had gone to college, would he still go to counterfeit money? I'm afraid that now I may be a professor, or a manager of a large company, and my dream since childhood is to be a teacher, life will be different.

Of course, life is always full of strange corners, otherwise why would it be called fuck-up?

"I need someone around me who can do things, follow me, and I won't let you suffer."

Tang Dao has already said so, if he still refuses, he doesn't know how to lift.

Brother Pony nodded decisively.

"Okay, you'll stay with me from now on, Secretary, Secretary!" Tang Dao patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, then arranged his collar, looked at his wrist, walked to the back of the table, took out a packaging box from the drawer, on it was a trademark that he had never seen before, he put it on the table, "There is a watch here, someone gave it to me, you can take it and wear it, and there is a chance to learn how to operate a weapon, the pistol you held last time was really not standard, and when you return to Somalia, I will let you drive a tank." ”

Brother Xiao Ma smiled helplessly in his heart, this secretary also needs to be both civil and military.

The watch on the table, since it was given by the boss, was not polite, and after saying thank you, I didn't care, thinking that it was an ordinary watch, and the price was a big deal.

Actually, the name of this watch is called.

"Louis Monette!"

……

Ferdinand got his wish and moved into a single room.

There was a personal toilet, a wide bed, and even a small bookshelf.

He lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling, listened to the footsteps of the prison guards outside, and then jumped off the bed, propped his knees, waited for a few minutes, put on his slippers, walked to the toilet, knelt on one knee, rolled up his sleeves, frowned, as if enduring the pain of thought, held his breath, put his hand out of the squatting pit, groped left and right.

Finally, at the notch of a card slot, I took out a small piece of bamboo that was no more than a few centimeters thin, and stood up, my knees were a little numb.

After washing it with tap water, he wiped the water stains with his prison clothes, then put it on the ground, put his feet on it, and crushed the bamboo with his weight, so as not to make a sound, there was a small note in it, he couldn't wait to pick it up, squinted his eyes, and focused his pupils, so that he could see it more clearly, and saw a small string of numbers written on it, according to the arrangement of the brain, just one sentence.

"Danger!"

These two words seemed to remind him, and Ferdinand's face suddenly looked very difficult, indicating that his situation was very wrong.

Wow.

Just when his brain was still in the paste, he heard footsteps at the door, he hurriedly threw the paper into the squatting pit, rushed down, and watched the paper turn around on the whirlpool a few times, he was a little anxious, he really wanted to grab it and eat it, in that vicious and nervous gaze, the paper finally went down, leading to the Pacific Ocean.

Knock knock.

A prison guard stood at the door, knocking on the door with a baton, "Ferdinand, someone has come to see you." ”

Someone looks at themselves?

Aren't the few people I know all dead?

Did God put them back?

Although I was surprised, someone came to see that they were the best, and the mood was similar to when the wind was released. (I know it very well).

He followed the prison guard to the meeting room, this prison is still very humane, and people will not be specially arranged to watch it, but this monitor will stare at you and tell you not to do something illegal, this is the treatment of light prisoners.

When Ferdinand entered, he saw an old man with white hair, dark skin, perhaps of African descent, with a pocket watch pinned to his neat suit, and looked like an old gentleman.

"You are?"

"Hello, Mr. Ferdinand, I'm Alden. Mr. Bratnath's personal lawyer, you can call me Isaac. ”

Kindness??

God is special Alden, Lao Tzu is special...

The expression on Ferdinand's face was very wooden.

Isaac was quite dry, and took out a lawyer's letter from his briefcase, "Your actions have seriously damaged Mr. Alden's reputation, and he has filed a complaint against you. ”

Now, I was completely confused.

Lao Tzu is still in prison, and you will sue me again?

Isaac looked at each other with straight eyes, "Please take care of it, I'm sorry to disturb your life, I wish you a happy life." ”

After the old gentleman finished speaking, he took his crutches and left.

Ferdinand didn't say a word, his mind was completely blank.

Who can tell him what really happened.

"Mr. Marville is looking for you." The prison guards came in, took him handcuffed, and led the way in front.

"Hey, sir, can I know what's going on?" Ferdinand, who came back to his senses, hurriedly asked.

"Congratulations, you should be famous!"

……