This rich man never eats a taste, but a business.

Although Tang Dao and Charlie didn't talk about many meaningful things, the atmosphere was still very good.

"Boss, check out."

"I'm here to invite you, this is Boston." Charlie held down the Tang knife and said, the latter shrugged his shoulders and didn't grab it from him.

The white boss trotted over and mentally calculated, "It's $410, sir." ”

Charlie took out six green coins from his wallet, put them on the table, and stood up, Guy behind him pulled the stool away, and walked side by side with Tang Dao towards the outside of the restaurant, when he was at the door, Tang Dao stopped, turned his head and winked at Lin Bei, "You can call me if you have something." ”

"Well... Good. ”

The two didn't have much communication, Lin Beimu sent his old classmate into the luxury car, with a complicated look in his eyes, and even he didn't know what he was thinking, but they didn't meet for a long time, and now they are rich!

"Hey, Kenny, it's yours." The white boss hid the green coin in his pocket, took out a $20 and put it on the cash register, and pressed it with a cup, seeing that the other party did not react, he looked at it, and more than a dozen bodyguards sat neatly in the car, and said in an envious tone, "It's good to be rich, by the way, you are classmates?" That's great, when you graduate from college, you can get him to arrange you a good job, and you have a higher starting point than your classmates. ”

He was very happy when he said this, and patted Lin Bei's shoulder, who showed a reluctant smile.

…

Langley, Virginia!

On the top of an ordinary building hangs a badge, a cross-eyed pulsatilla, tilted head and wings, in front of him is a white shield, the sharp beak is a little fierce, and the outside is written in a circle: "United States Central Intelligence Agency, United States of America"

This is the headquarters of the CIA.

You can see many people coming in and out in an orderly manner, aggregating important information from countries around the world and news that may threaten the security of the homeland, and then grading and finally reporting layer by layer.

Isaiah. Herzlitt was a regular C.I.A. staff member whose job it was to sort through the news of the agents.

The CIA is not full of agents, most of them are ordinary personnel, just like Isaiah, he has been working here for 2 years, he hates this kind of tedious and uninspired work, from the surprise at the beginning of graduating from college to entering here, to the later...

"Damn, these idiots even have to report this?" I heard a black woman next to her grabbing her head in a rage, kicking the trash can next to her, and the pieces of paper rolled out in an instant, this scene is very common, after all, going to work is always irritable, especially this kind of work where you can see retirement at a glance when you come in.

Isaiah took a few steps back in the swivel chair on tiptoe, and when he tilted his head, he saw the black woman take a bottle out of a drawer, pour out two or three small pills from it, and stuff it into her mouth.

Could it be that this rumored anxiety and irritability is true? Will you be like this yourself in the future?

Isaiah swallowed, it was terrible!

The black woman suddenly raised her head as if she had sensed it, and glared at him viciously, so frightened that the former hurriedly pulled the table with both hands and hurriedly sat down, for fear that the other party would come up and give her a big mouth.

Burying his head in front of the computer, this pretending to be nothing, holding the mouse and clicking on the interface, his mind is not here, he kept glancing at the side, just an interface poked out, he subconsciously turned it off, just glanced at it, as if there was a name written on the top box: "Nicholas." ”

This seems to be a letter of information?

Isaiah hesitated, and then he didn't exist, the main thing was that he seemed to have been deleted just now, and he wanted to find a professional to fix the black woman who passed by, and his body might not be enough for someone to punch and hammer, this mania was going to beat people.

"Isaiah, come here, come out with me." At this time, the boss came out of the office and shouted.

"Okay!"

The latter hurriedly answered, then turned off the computer screen, tucked the leather bag on the table under his armpit, and chased after him.

As for the information just now?

Who saw it?

…

Enter Eagle Sauce's territory as an "excellent" businessman named Tang Dao.

It's sure to be stared at.

After all, good people shine everywhere.

Even if the Boston Theater can't reach out to the fingers, it seems to be emitting light.

With his right hand on his chin, he listened to the choir singing above, which was very good, and at this moment, the little angel sitting in the back leaned over, "Boss, we are being targeted." ”

Tang Dao's face was still calm, and even at the end of the song on the stage, he applauded and showed a faint smile, "Who?" ”

"I don't know, but it looks like it's official."

"Then leave them alone, but I don't like being looked at like this, you can fix it."

The little angel nodded, straightened up, and walked towards the back.

Root. Longfellow had no interest in this, yawned, and just saw the back of the little angel, his eyes moved, and he said to Charlie that he was going to the toilet, and he followed.

"Is there something going on? Mr. Nicholas? Charlie asked.

Tang Dao pursed his lips and shook his head, "No, I just think the singing is great." ”

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Charlie didn't ask much, just bowed his head and continued to listen to the concert.

This one. Longfellow followed the little angel out of the theater, hid behind, and saw the latter find a staff member, then took out a $100 from his pocket, handed him something to the other party, the staff pinched the dollar and nodded, opened the curtain and walked in, and found a white strong man sitting at the back, "Sir, your car was hit outside, please go out and mediate." ”

"Hit?" The white man frowned, his eyes swept over the Tang Dao in front of him, hesitated for a while, and then walked out, as soon as he arrived in the hall, he saw the little angel standing on the side with his hands crossed, and he sighed in his heart, and planned to pretend to be casual and bypass, but the latter leaned over with someone and blocked in front of him.

"Wow! him! "Ben. Longfellow hid from the side and watched excitedly, thinking that a fight was about to start.

But the little angel is a civilized person, holding his hands, "Sir, I'm sorry, I crashed your car, do I need compensation?" ”

The white man frowned, walked back to the window, and looked down, his Buick was parked quietly on the side of the road, not broken at all, and his face sank, "Sir, my car is fine, this joke is not funny at all, and I want to complain to you." "This is finally said to the staff.

"Oh? Isn't it broken? Hold on. The little angel raised his eyebrows, took the phone handed by the employee behind him, reported a string of license plate numbers, and then hung up the phone very chicly, "Sorry, just a moment." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a loud noise downstairs!

Everyone who was shocked looked over, an Audi car crashed into the middle of the Buick, pushing the other party sideways onto the sidewalk, the pedestrians on the road were obviously frightened, a little scream, got off the Audi car, and gestured to it.

"Look, it really hit. Do I need to go to the insurance company, we have called the police, the police will come soon, if you want compensation, I will have my personal lawyer contact you. ”

Fack!

The white strong man immediately understood that the other party had already discovered his identity, but he was just dragging himself by this means.

Their identity is not suitable for exposure, they glared at the little angel, didn't say anything, and left directly.

"Hey, sir, do I need to transport you to Langley? I'm willing to pay for the journey. ”

Hearing this, the other party ran faster, ran down the stairs in three or two steps, and just saw the police car coming, so he went around in a circle and turned into the alley.

"First... Sir, will he complain about me? The staff was stunned from the sidelines, and his business was trembling.

"Don't worry, it won't be, that gentleman, it's a good man."

The little angel patted him on the shoulder and said gently.

……