Chapter 899: :I am pretty tired!

Shakespeare finally felt the reluctance to admit defeat in the bones of this Asian who came out of Poland. Perhaps, this seemed impolite to him, but to the other party, it was called resistance!

Compare the royal family to dogs.

This dissatisfied Shakespeare, who belonged to the "Royalist" faction, he stared at Tang Dao, "This is not polite at all, or, have you never received modern higher education?"

"I am an honorary alumnus of Stanford University, an in-service Ph.D. of Boston University, and the honorary principal of the East African Higher Education School...and the African president of the Ivy League Alumni Association. I would like to ask, what is your degree?" Tang Dao is not at a loss.

These titles were all "found" by him after he became the richest man in the world.

When you are rich and powerful, academic integrity is a joke. If you donate more than 60 million US dollars to Stanford every year, you are an honorary alumni. Tang Dao donated 3 buildings and 1 laboratory, which is close to 140 million US dollars!

In your opinion, what organizations and institutions can reject such outstanding "graduates"?

The so-called limited number and brand name are only for ordinary people. For rich people, they are not rich enough.

Shakespeare's cheeks are twitching.

Can't you just say something nice? !

Must be particularly tough?

The two men are like lions guarding the territory, constantly roaring and roaring. Ms. Joyce and Cantis are a little at a loss. Logically speaking, the former has part of the royal blood, although I don't like Tang Dao's terminology.

But after all, that is a diamond worth tens of millions of dollars!

As long as you have money and a dog in your blood, you are not the one who scolds you.

Cantis hurriedly grabbed Tang Dao and softly comforted him in his ear, then ran to Shakespeare and tugged at his arm. Her daughter's acting like a baby was still available. The latter's face was slightly calm, but he still knocked on the table Say, "I will not marry my daughter to a usurper!"

This is also the pride of the so-called developed world!

Even if Tang Dao is rich, in his bones, the descendants of these Celtics are relatively tough. Look at the partners and partners around Switzerland. To the west is France, where the strongest army in Europe used to be; to the north is the Franco-Prussian War And Germany, the initiator of the two world wars, is a war madman in Europe; to the south is Italy, the crooked elements who want to join in the fun all day; the east seems to be fine, but across Austria and Hungary is the powder keg of Europe, the Balkan Peninsula.

In this embattled geography, peace was for decades.

Those who have cultivated the kind of tenacity in their bones, can gain a firm foothold in Europe, and have not been eliminated, more or less, have "flaws" in character, whether they are crazy or stupid, to a certain extent, they are similar to those monsters in Southeast Asia Not too much.

But Tang Dao's temper was also stinky, but he didn't make a vigorous rebuttal, he just leaned back, "I don't agree, you, the Swiss royal family, dare to marry Cantis?"

How true is this? How fake?

But it’s good to use it as a fork. The Swiss royal family is low-key, but it doesn’t mean they are easy to bully.

But if you say that Tang Dao doesn’t have this ability, that’s not the case. The Brotherhood under his hand and the Tomahawk of Da Mao’s family all rely on him for food. These people can’t stand making trouble on the streets. If they all go to the United Nations in Geneva Headquarters to sit in?

Everyone is famous together.

Moreover, there must be a brave man under the reward. If the royal family gets married, find someone and give them a million dollars. You think, will someone help the bomb to commit suicide?

There will be many such people!

So, hearing Tang Dao's cruel words, the atmosphere in the room became quiet.

Finally, Tang Dao smiled, took out the checkbook from his pocket, and put it on the table, "Write down a number, I will definitely marry Kandis."

Shakespeare laughed angrily, but his wife was calm and pressed her husband's arm. A gentle woman can always bring respect to people. She smiled and said to Tang Dao, "We should ask Candith and respect her. s Choice."

Both men felt that it made sense, and looked at Cantis.

Love can really make people dizzy sometimes. She looked at Tang Dao, then at Shakespeare, and said in a very low voice, "Dad, I really like Nicholas. I want to be with him. If I don't love If I fall on him, maybe I will lose my happiness."

Shakespeare was taken aback, his brows were furrowed. He still loves Cantis very much. After all, he is an only daughter. He just doesn't like Tang Dao's way of doing things and his tone of voice. So I can't say a word about you? Win or lose in words?

He didn't even think about Tang's identity, even if he was an old man, he was not qualified to say.

"I don't care, you can figure it out." Shakespeare stood up and left very unhappy. In the restaurant, only Tang Dao, Candis and Ms. Joyce were left.

"I'm sorry, but I won't stay. I really love Cantis and I will give her happiness. I have the ability." Tang Dao is not very good at dealing with such things. After apologizing, he prepared to leave.

"I'll see him off," Cantis said.

The two walked to the door side by side, and they didn't say a word during this walk.

"That's how my dad is...don't mind."

Tang Dao smiled, "My temper is also bad, you should rest earlier."

Kandis nodded, kissed her boyfriend in her arms, and watched him get in the car to leave, but she didn't see a shadow standing by the window on the second floor, a small flame appeared and disappeared like a cigarette **** Dee, looking at the Rolls Royce going away, remained silent.

The little angel sitting in the co-pilot saw the boss's face in the rearview mirror very ugly.

They looked at each other with Edward who was driving, but they didn't dare to make a sound. The boss was obviously not in a good mood. They could hear the quarrel inside just now when they were outside.

"parking!"

"squeak!"

Edward stepped on the brake immediately, Tang Dao pushed open the door and went out, the little angel was about to follow, when he held down the car door, "I'll walk by myself." After speaking, he put his pockets in his pocket and walked along the road.

This is a not very busy street, with scattered pedestrians and exercisers who ride at night. The greenery on both sides is planted with various trees, even flowers poking out from the balcony, the air is fresh very.

Tang Dao walked aimlessly, followed by Edward driving a car more than 30 meters away, and behind him was the bodyguard's nanny car.

He stopped suddenly, then turned his head to the right, and walked up the steps.

"Come to group A, get out of the car with me, and follow the boss closely." The little angel said with a walkie-talkie, got out of the car, and four people got out of the car behind, and they rushed to catch up nervously.

Just halfway up the steps, he stopped.

I saw the boss standing on a platform, surrounded by seven or eight people, and a homeless singer was playing and singing with a guitar. He was not very professional, but he sang the classic old Richard Marx song "This Love Is Loved" treat".

I heard that this song was written by him to his dear fiancee.

Tang Dao is like a loyal audience, standing in front of the singer, listening to him singing, the surrounding people are out of place, and at the singer's feet, an old golden retriever is curled up tiredly, but its ears are flapping gently , as if... listening.

This dog has walked with its master for a long time, and has been an audience for too long.

If Tang Dao needs it, he can listen to the piano music of those masters in the Golden Hall of Vienna, and he can also watch the performance of the world's top conductors, but that is more like arty behavior to him, why is the music so touching?

Just because, at a certain moment, it just happens to walk into your heart.

Resonate with you.

At the end of the song, the singer looked at Tang Dao expectantly.

"great."

Someone in Tang smiled and commented, took out the checkbook from his pocket, wrote a random string, then tore it off and handed it to the other party, "Thank you for your performance, sir."

The vagabond singer was stunned, this was the first time he had seen someone tip a check, he took it, looked down, his eyes widened, and then counted the zeros in disbelief.

"100,000 dollars?!"

He raised his head in a panic, trying to call out to the other party, he must have written something wrong, but the original audience in front of him had already left, his eyes were full of bewilderment, but he couldn't restrain his excitement, and surrounded the old dog next to him. , pinching its soft flesh, "Dude, we... can go home now."

The old dog's eyes also flashed human memories.

The prodigal son who had pursued his dream outside, wished so much to be able to go home, how many times he couldn't hold on anymore, but God is here.

The vagabond singer immediately put away his guitar and tools, and some acquaintances yelled and asked him why he quit work so early.

"I will never come again, this place has already been visited by God."

This sentence is very inconsistent, but he wanted to continue to ask, but the singer had already left~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this time, Tang Dao was climbing up the steps. This turned out to be a mountain. After coming up to the platform, the number of passers-by gradually decreased. In the end, except for the chirping of the unknown bird in my ears, I couldn't even hear other sounds under the steps.

After walking for more than 40 minutes, I finally reached the top of the mountain. It is not high, but standing and looking at Geneva in the distance, the light and shadow in the night are sometimes hidden by the leaves.

It turns out that the higher you climb, the fewer people you can see the scenery with yourself.

Only when a gust of cold wind blows over the young man's cheeks from time to time, may a little tiredness and helplessness appear in the corners of his eyes. This tough oligarch, in this unknown mountain, shows a youthful daze.

It turns out that even if you have enough money, you can't buy some things.

Doesn't Shakespeare's attitude explain it?

No father would marry his daughter to a warlord from Africa.

In the great cause of the world, all are alone and lonely.

Teenagers, youths, men... difficult people!

Tang Dao narrowed his eyes, raised his hand suddenly, and then roared suddenly as if venting. There was an echo in the mountain, which lingered in his ears, and it also startled the flying birds.

"I'm so tired." He said to himself suddenly.

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