Chapter 243: : Add insult to injury

The swaying red wine glass reflected old man David's almost distorted ugly face!

His chest heaved rapidly, as if his ribs were about to be broken by the air pressure, and he looked at Tang Dao sitting across from him with a gloomy face. It was a cloud of blood rushing to his forehead, and he almost had a cerebral palsy.

David just wanted Tang Dao to take over the shares of Mercedes-Benz.

Although the latter was very surprised, after realizing it, he frankly offered a price: 45 million US dollars!

Almost made the old man overturn the table.

Although Mercedes-Benz is now caught in the "scandal" public opinion, how can you say that its market value is in the billions (in the 1990s), and even surpassed the 10 billion mark in the late 1980s, it can be regarded as a star company, almost all over the world. Some people use this car, but they are only willing to give 45 million. This is simply a beggar.

But Tang Dao was not in a hurry, so he said with a little interest, "Mr. David, this is already my sincerity, the IRS is staring at you, those eyes are fixed on you, as long as there is any movement, they will attack you Very cruel."

"Damn it! No, it's absolutely impossible. I might as well keep 45 million for myself."

Tang Dao nodded with a smile, shrugged his right shoulder, and then tapped his fingers on the table without paying attention, "Of course, this is your freedom." Then he said meaningfully, "However, it's just the price It's not getting higher and higher..."

After finishing speaking, he didn't bother to talk nonsense with the other party here, and he also knew that the shares were not so easy to get, so he got up directly, "I still have something to do, but I will stay in Las Vegas for a few days, and I can contact you again. "Turning around and leaving, the smile on this face suddenly retracted, showing impatience.

Seeing Tang Dao leave, David's expression turned gloomy, but in the end, he shook his head helplessly at Benjamin Ken beside him, "It seems that this Asian is also a **** who eats people and doesn't spit out his bones. "

Benjamin's face was faint. He checked for a long time, but he couldn't find out who Tang Dao was.

It's not that he's incompetent, but that his hand in Boston was warned!

The Longfellow family sent him a sentence: "Don't make trouble!"

The emaciated camel was still better than a horse, and Benjamin was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. Boston was Charlie's place.

Although David scolded him like this, the look in Tang Dao's eyes when he left made him feel a little at a loss. He frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, but his sixth sense told him that the other party was too calm up. He leaned back, raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the ceiling above his head. There was a starlight in front of him. After about 30 seconds, he said, "Since the Asian wants to wait, we will wait."

He didn't believe it, what kind of trouble could there be!

At this time, Tang Dao, who had already walked out of the private room, was wiping his pockets with his hands. The bodyguard standing at the door followed, and his leather shoes stepped on the floor, making a rattling sound. This aura was still a bit scary.

"According to our plan, I will keep him awake tonight." Tang Dao said to the little angel, who nodded and looked at the time, "At seven o'clock in the evening, the Las Vegas TV station will broadcast .”

The two of them were chattering.

But certainly not a good thing.

With Tang Dao's character, even if you didn't offend me, I want the items on your body, and you look so easy to bully, of course you want to bully an honest person. Hearing what the little angel said, he nodded in satisfaction, and then Walk towards the VIP elevator.

"Um?!"

I saw a sign in front of the elevator, which said it was being repaired, and two female staff members saw this and hurried over, apologizing in embarrassment, which meant that the elevator was out of order and needed repairs. They go up the public elevator.

People who have so-called "regal" cleanliness may mind.

There are so many rich people in Las Vegas that you can’t imagine, and even the so-called flaunting of wealth is very common. You can see luxury cars, long-legged beauties and fat people with billions of dollars on the street (I’m purely handsome, don’t think I am fat).

Tang Dao didn't care, but he was still smiling. The dimple next to it looked very charming, but he was a very gentleman.

Turning around, I walked towards the public elevator. It was overcrowded, because the casino at the Bellagio was arranged on the -1 floor, and many people had to use the elevator. Although there were stairs, who the **** was going to use it?

Little Angel and the others planned to push people.

After all, if you have money, you have to be arrogant, but Tang Dao waved his hand, he has to be a quality and civilized person.

Wow!

Suddenly, there was a burst of hurried footsteps and roars in the hall. Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a dozen people chasing a "short" kicking around in the hall, knocking over the surrounding decorations .

But in the end, he didn't escape, and was thrown forward and pressed to the ground.

Finally, I saw clearly that it was a black boy, but the age was hard to tell, and it was a bit inaccurate. He looked old in itself. After being pressed down, the other party was growling like an angry little tiger, and stretched out Feet kicked.

"Sorry, gentlemen, this is just a small accident." The person in charge of the hall hurried over and spread his hands. In fact, he mainly said this to Tang Dao. If the security of Le Palace becomes suspicious, it is a loss.

"Let me go! Let me go, you bastards..." the black man shouted in a very formal voice, "I am the son of a Mauritanian chief, and you are blaspheming me!"

Mauritania?

Chief?

Tangdao in this country is very clear, it can be regarded as... relatively large, after all, it is close to more than 1 million square kilometers in the country, but the sense of existence is very low. I am afraid that the "roasted whole lamb" they use to entertain guests and the Armed conflict in Monaco.

If it were the chief's son, he would be a "prince" after all.

This was pressed here?

The people in the Bellagio don’t care, for them, the crown prince of the big Saudi dog is often seen, and the talker of the world’s top ten consortiums even appears in Las Vegas. Do you know who is behind the Bellagio?

Morgan Syndicate and Las Vegas Local Club.

Isn't this identity enough to face a little prince?

Several security personnel grabbed him very rudely and covered his mouth so that he would not disturb others. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

On the contrary, Tang Dao watched them leave, and with a thought, he hooked his fingers towards the little angel, and whispered a few words in his ear. The latter nodded, called an employee, and chased after him.

Tang Dao personally thinks that this guy's identity is valuable.

Let's find out first, what happened, if it is serious, there is no need to conflict with Bellagio.

Business is always in a trade-off, giving up the weak, even if the weak and pitiful are helpless.

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5.12 million dollars!

This is the total price of all the weapons of the 637th Regiment, but John is polite and directly packs them for 6 million US dollars. There are also armed helicopters and rocket launchers equipped here. If they can usually be sold at a good price, but now... they can only be packed!

There are not many speculators in Kyiv who can come up with so much money at the moment.

In other words, with so much money, who the **** wants to be a second-hand trafficker? The life-threatening danger is too high, and one will be killed if one is not careful.

Only people like Tang Dao who have tasted the nod and have fixed channels are willing to do it.

"Mr. Colonel, our company still lacks some technical personnel. I wonder if I can recruit some from you?"

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