The kind of Boston consortium braiding at auction didn't happen.

After all, to a certain extent, only the brains of screenwriters can figure it out.

In reality, they are all people who have been beaten by society, and they think that this kind of means of fighting for anger is just the interests of some "children" who are jealous of the wind and pay attention to by adults.

Tang Dao sold twice at this auction, in addition to buying Tang Dao, and also bought a portrait of a modern writer for 3,000 US dollars, which who knows what the name is.

Anyway, it's for love!

"The $763,000 proceeds from this auction will provide humanitarian assistance to refugees in Somalia, Benin and Angola, and we welcome everyone to supervise it." Auctioneer Kieran said with a smile.

And Tang Dao's expression moved when he heard Somalia.

I can't imagine that this charity has also donated so much money, so can I make business opportunities from it?

For example, the cost of tents, medicine and food for contracting charities may account for a large part of the transportation costs on the road for others, but for Tang Dao, he has a complete transportation system, and then imports medicines from relatively cheap countries, which can make a lot of money.

You can try to do it.

Who can say no to dollars?

I'm afraid no one will believe it, like the mayor of Boston at a banquet after the auction, and you think he is thanking the rich for their donations? Of course, there are also reasons for this, the main one is... Let these rich people help donate political funds!

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

When Tang Dao and Charlie were sitting and chatting, a gentle voice was added very abruptly, and the two turned their heads to see Mayor Edmund . Elliot had a glass of red wine and a natural smile on his face, a gentleman in his 50s, and the first thing that made people feel like this was what they saw.

Can politicians ...... Hehe.

The two looked at each other and, out of politeness, stood up, "Hello, Mr. Mayor." ”

"It's very outrageous, you can call me Edmund, that's what my friends call me." The other party said with a smile.

MD, nothing to do, be courteous, either treacherous or thief!

Although he was very vigilant in his heart, he still had to show his shamelessness and enthusiasm as a businessman, "Of course, we are friends, a toast to our friendship." ”

The three of them clinked glasses lightly and took a small sip.

"I heard that Mr. Nicholas is planning to invest in Boston?" Edmund asked casually.

"I started a consortium with Mr. Charley and a couple of partners to find the right business opportunities, maybe in Boston, maybe in San Francisco." Tang Dao's statement is vague, but the meaning is obvious, we are pursuing interests.

Edmund lowered his head and looked at his subordinates on the side, who immediately understood, coughed, and took a step forward, "Gentlemen, I am Mr. Edmund's campaign director, my name is Vidal, I don't know if you are interested in political donations?" ”

This political contribution is a donation that an organization or individual receives from its citizens and groups.

Hardly anyone was able to refuse such an invitation.

Because the "dividend return" behind the unpaid donation is considerable, and there are many ways to return, the most important of which is that when the Kennedy family was the leader of Eagle Sauce, they proposed favorable policies to the Boston consortium, at least giving priority to them.

The rewards alone can be insane.

"I know Mr. Charley is running for governor of Massachusetts, and I can support you."

Edmund also said next to him that it was important that the two of them belonged to the same party.

Tang Dao looked at Charlie in surprise, as if asking in his eyes, the latter nodded, and said helplessly, "My team and think tank told me that if I can improve my identity, it can bring me greater benefits." ”

That's right, it's North America!

All the words are laid out on the bright side.

"Mr. Edmund, why don't you go to them?" Tang Dao pointed at the Boston consortium not far away.

Mr. Mayor looked at it and turned his head, "They just think someone is better suited than me." ”

Now I understand that Edmund must have looked for the other party, after all, the other party is a well-known consortium, and some have money, but it is obvious that the other party did not take a fancy to him.

"I think we need to think about it for a few days." Tang Dao didn't agree immediately, Edmund nodded, holding his glass, and Vidal next to him presented a business card with both hands, "This is my personal phone, anytime, you are welcome to call." With that, he walked over to another small group.

"Edmund is not very good." After the other party left, Charlie said, his eyes retracted, "Do you know why no one is willing to donate?" Because he had no credit, someone in Boston offered him a donation of $300,000, but later, there was no return. ”

"Not at all?"

"If anything, it's four years in prison." Charlie also had a hint of mockery in his tone.

Tang Dao was a little speechless at this time, the other party was really not very kind, what did the businessman donate money for? Isn't it a protection fee to say something nasty?

"So, that's why the Boston Consortium donates to others?" Tang Dao shook his head, then Aemond's political path is over, you can't make the mainstream structure of North American society-businessmen believe your words, then what else do you have to do?

When the banquet was over, Aemond's face was also very ugly, but he still maintained an "elegant" smile, obviously not getting what he wanted, and just as Tang Dao was about to leave, he was stopped by someone.

"Hello, Marin. Locke. The other stood in front of him and stretched out his hand to introduce himself.

"Nicholas. Tang Dynasty. Of course, Tang Dao would not reach out to hit the smiling man. He wondered in his heart, what was the other party looking for him for? It's not like he just came to say hello, and Lubicien next to him also has a calm face, which is completely different from the indignation when they first met.

Marin. Locke looked Tang Dao up and down, this is a very self-disciplined guy!

He has seen too many people who squander money when they have it, but the Asian in front of him, whose figure is not deformed, gives people a different feeling of spirit, and it is not like a person who is overindulgent and can control his desires, so that he can go further on the road to success.

"Do you have time for a drink?"

Invite yourself?

Tang Dao and Charlie glanced at each other, and they both saw the prudence in their eyes.

Is this a feast?

"Absolutely."

Marin. Rocky smiled and nodded, and the two walked side by side towards the outside of Faneuil Hall.

When I saw someone coming out, the reporters outside crackled.

The employee had already driven the car over, and the tiger head had taken a shower and looked clean and shining in the sun.

Tang Dao looked to the side, and saw the lame Asian standing not far away, also looking at him, this is the first time he has officially looked at the other party, do you say that he is very handsome? Not really, but it's clean, and the slightly dark skin supports the eyes exceptionally brightly, like a star nicknamed Fa Ge.

This doesn't look like an ordinary doorman at all.

This is a man with a great story.

Tang Dao tilted his head to John beside him and muttered twice, then nodded to the lame Asian, and then got into the car.

Watching the convoy leave, Mark. Lee was still a little confused, so he saw a white man walking towards him.

"What's the matter? Mr? He said with a little humility.

"You have this business card in hand, and you have something to call here." John handed him the business card in his hand, cherishing the words like gold, and didn't say why, he left after finishing his errands, in fact, he was also very puzzled, why did the boss suddenly be very interested in this Asian? Is it because of the common skin color? But I think something is wrong, the boss has never cared about interests, and will not change his departure because of his skin color.

Equally puzzled is Mark. Li, he looked at this business card, with a bit of gold, and there was only one name on it: Tang Dao! and a string of phone calls.

He frowned, not knowing why.

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