Chapter 709: : The instinct of human nature is to be ugly
Bai De'an and Tang Dao made an empty promise.
Both parties will not break the agreement. If Bai De'an dares to trick him, Tang Dao will let him die. What is a promise, hang a weight on his mouth and hang it on the Peninsula Hotel!
As long as the other party is smart, they won't do this kind of thing.
The owner of the "Baoxiang" tea restaurant personally served the egg tarts. The taste of the egg tarts was really good. It was different from the ones eaten in Europe, and it was not very greasy.
"If Mr. Tang likes it, you can call at that time, and we can ask the master to come to serve you." The young boss said with a smile, and waved to the manager, who came over with two small gift boxes and handed them to the little boss , the Young Master took it over, handed it to the bodyguards of both sides, and said very politely, "I brought some local products from my hometown."
This is... Someone gave him a gift?
Tang Dao felt a little weird in his heart, looked at the other party, nodded, "Call me if you have anything to do." Old Robert behind him took the gift box and handed over a business card.
Old Robert took a deep look at the other party. This is a smart man. If you have an opportunity in front of you, you must learn to seize it. No matter what the opportunity is, as long as it is a means, it is an opportunity.
When the Shaodong family sent the two big men out, Bai De'an patted him on the shoulder, "You are smarter than your father, he is so proud, he was spoiled by others before, but now he is given face by others , in the future...don’t learn from him.”
Bai De'an only said a few more words because he felt that the other party was a talent to make. Then, he got in the car, and the group headed towards the golf course. They had enough food and drink, and made an appointment for exercise.
After watching them leave, the Shaodong family breathed a sigh of relief.
He felt that the old man was too old-fashioned, always guarding the table and chairs, talking about some old ancestors, some ancestral inheritance, can this thing make a fortune?
No wonder people call him "Wu toilet", because it is smelly and hard.
"Next time, Mr. Bai and Mr. Tang will come and take the company's order."
The manager stood behind him, standing respectfully, "Understood".
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Rwanda. Butare!
Old name "Asterida". A city in southern Rwanda, the capital of Butare Province, in the 1978 national survey, the number of residents was 22,000.
This is of course nonsense. As an agricultural product trade center, coffee and cinchona are produced near Butare. There are pharmaceutical factories and match factories. It is also a cultural and educational center, with a national university, a teacher's college and a tropical medicine research laboratory. Highway hub, through Kigali, Cangugu and neighboring Burundi.
The transportation is developed and very convenient. There are at least a hundred thousand people living in such a city!
Blacks are not a difficult race to reproduce...
Their only normal thing is probably the animal-like reproductive instinct, which is really disgusting, at least that's what Mr. Philip Gregg, the senior military advisor of the Savior Company, thinks so.
Sitting in the jeep, the potholes made him uncomfortable.
Not only did he swear a few classic American swear words along the way, but the driver who was driving next to him almost felt calluses.
He was dispatched to a place like Rwanda, and he felt... bored, but he couldn't do anything about the company's decision-making. The Salvator Company gave him a very good treatment, which was twice his income at the rank of brigadier general, and included a series of benefits, His eldest son still relies on his money to study, so he has no choice but to come here.
"This place doesn't even have the most basic facilities, **** it! Apart from pulling the trigger, these savages don't even know how to install bullets!" Philip Gregg grumbled, spreading his hands, wearing Willy combat boots With his big feet propped up against the baffle, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, a pair of sunglasses, and an American carbine beside him.
"It takes time for beasts to evolve into civilization." The driver said from the side, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.
Philip Gregg looked at him. "That's a good word for you, man."
"Thank you, I've been reading the theory of evolution recently." The driver was very happy to be praised, "It's not the strongest species that can survive, nor the smartest species, but the species that can adapt to change the most. You see, they are black, Withstood the heat, survived the black slave trade, and is still living in the war, but still not extinct, this is the theory of evolution... Cao!"
The driver suddenly screamed strangely, turned the steering wheel, and almost ran out of the road.
He saw a child rushing out in front of him, naked, but his eyes were full of curiosity. Maybe, in his mind, he didn't know what kind of "monster" these four legs were.
The driver honked the horn, "Fack!" He cursed.
"I thought you'd get over it," said Philip Gregg.
"I don't want to be a murderer!" The driver became submissive at this time, stuck his head out of the window, then babbled a lot, and then stuck his head back, Philip Gregg at the side didn't understand what the other party was saying at all Say what, "What are you talking about?"
"I'm greeting his whole family!" The driver said angrily, and then saw a black woman running over in a hurry, holding a child, standing by the side, watching in horror, that look... definitely a kind of longing And the fear that civilization has conquered the land for so long and the enemy is gone, only to find, everywhere, that the future of the Tuan is in the hands of the same Rwandans.
When death becomes as simple as opening your eyes, numbness and fear are the greatest nourishment.
The driver suppressed the swear words in his mouth. After all, he, who claims to be a civilized person, still has a bit of humanity. He muttered a few words, and when he drove past the woman, he dropped a piece of bread and walked away. The man looked at the bread in the bag in front of him, then looked at the convoy, then jumped on it, hurriedly hid the bread, picked up the child, and ran home. This piece of bread would make the whole family happy for a while.
"Have you become so caring?" Philip Gregg raised his eyelids slightly, looked at him, folded his hands, and asked with a half-smile, "Green, it looks like you've finally learned to behave~www.wuxiaspot.com ~Green used to be a high-achieving student at West Point Military Academy. Later, he was racially discriminated against in the army and pranked black comrades in arms, causing injuries. , but Green couldn't beat him. After being beaten a few times, he learned to behave. Therefore, Philip Gregg's words are a bit scarring.
But what can I do? He is now his boss! Green, the head of the entire observation team, could only muffle, "I'm a civilized person, shouldn't I be kind?"
Civilized people? Should it be kind?
Philip Gregg laughed, the biggest "kindness" in Washington is creating chaos, and the savior, a super group that donates millions of dollars every year, is creating hatred!
What is civilization?
When robbing, you find that you are too poor, and slowly, gradually teach you to make money, and then rob you, or conquer you with weapons that ignorant people seem to fear. This is civilization, and its essence is to rob wealth.
Philip Gregg even felt that Green... giving the opponent bread was a stupid performance, and he was immature.
In Rwanda, and even in many African places, a human life is cheaper than a piece of bread. That woman's family may not survive the night.
The greatest civilized ugliness is human nature!
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