Chapter 552: :consultant
It was raining lightly outside.
Coming out of the clubhouse, a gust of cold wind made Tang Dao shudder suddenly after drinking, the blush on his face dissipated a lot at once, he was holding mineral water in his hand, sneezing, beside Jack, the other members of the consortium Everyone is there.
Charlie could clearly feel the anger accumulated by Tang Dao!
This kind of unorganized and undisciplined people is not very popular anywhere.
He and the others looked at each other's cigarettes. The heads of the other two families were obviously preoccupied. Jack's leaving alone explained a lot of truth, and their minds were a little flustered.
"Charlie." Suddenly, Tang Dao spoke. The old man was startled and pricked up his ears, "Tell them about our plan."
Charlie glanced at him, nodded, and explained the plan to build an investment company. The two of them were taken aback. Did this pull Jack out? Don't plan to play with him? Isn't that... the many resources within the Boston consortium can tilt them even more?
The first thing they think about is what they can get.
"There may be some shareholders added to the investment company. They are only responsible for dividends, and the Mr. Valentine you saw will be among them." Tang Dao pulled the old man out to stabilize the morale of the army, the head of Sequoia Capital Still very gimmicky, and quite convincing.
Sure enough, even Charlie didn't know the news very well, and his eyes lit up when he heard this.
Just about to continue asking, the Rolls-Royce slowly drove to the door. The little angel next to him hurriedly held up a black umbrella, and Li Keke went up to open the door. Tang Dao, who was just about to go in, said to Charlie, " come together."
"Oh? Okay." Charlie was stunned for a moment, then followed.
The others got into another car, and the group headed back to the Hilton Hotel.
Tang Dao was holding a cigar in his hand, just pinching it like this, while Charlie was sitting by the side, still very nervous and a little depressed. Unknowingly, the young man who came to him for cooperation before had grown into the one who needed to go out by himself. Looking up to the point.
How ridiculous the reality is, but what a joke.
"Is there something on my face?" Tang Dao suddenly turned his head and asked, which surprised Charlie. He quickly turned his head away and shook it.
Tang Dao glanced at him and said, "I want you to take over as the first president of this investment company."
Charlie looked at Tang Dao and listened to him continue.
"How about letting someone else manage your supermarket chain?"
Charlie frowned, thought about it carefully, and then answered simply, "Okay."
He didn't ask why, this question is too naive, since he has made up his mind to follow Tang Dao, the other party will definitely not let his own people suffer, and this investment company obviously makes Tang Dao care, such a position, not everyone able to sit.
After saying that, the atmosphere became tense again, and Charlie suddenly said, "Jack is a good man."
After he finished speaking, he regretted it. Why did he bring the topic up here?
"Good people?" Tang Dao twitched his lips, "Do you think we are good people?"
"Of course." Charlie said firmly.
Tang Dao glanced at him, as if he was observing the thickness of the other party's face, "We are not good people. You and I are capitalists with blood on our hands. We are heading towards the abyss, towards the self we hated when we were young. I was never a good person, and it was doomed when I left Poland."
He's just telling a fact.
"He won't die, but we don't need him either." Tang Dao lowered his tone, which made Charlie sigh. I'm afraid Jack has made a fool of himself inside and out. If he knew, there would be such a thing as an investment company. , I'm afraid I won't play such a bad game.
But no one can regret it, not anyone.
Rolls-Royce galloped all the way, and it was past ten o'clock in the evening when they returned to the Hilton Hotel. After getting out of the car, Tang Dao sniffed the smell of wine all over his body, "Go to rest early."
"Need you call Ms. Meredith?" Charlie asked, stepping back.
"What are you calling her for?"
Tang Dao glanced at him, "Bring a woman, I can't rest well."
"..." Charlie suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with his thinking. He looked at the little angel, who shrugged with a smile, "The boss doesn't like such a woman."
Perhaps, this kind of explanation made Charlie a little relieved, he thought that Tang Dao really didn't like women.
Moreover, it seems that he has been following him, and the one who has the closest relationship with him is the little angel, does this mean?
Can the blood dry up? ? ?
I can't think deeply about it, the more I think about it, the more scared I become.
Tang Dao naturally didn't know that he was labeled with a "G". He just simply didn't like the smell on Meredith. The perfume was too strong, and it was like formaldehyde if he inhaled too much. He preferred simplicity. Back to In the room, I took off my suit and went into the bathroom. After about ten minutes, I came out in my pajamas. I wiped my hair with a towel. My hair was short and dried after I wiped it. I lay on the bed with a book and looked at it twice. Then, he snored.
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Luanda!
The capital of Angola, because of the civil war that lasted for decades, has long since turned it into ruins. No one agreed to build it, making it chaotic. You can see armored vehicles rolling over the ruins everywhere. numbness.
Lorenzo. Luther sat in a restaurant, picked up the camera and took pictures outside.
A black soldier was smiling at a woman with an AK47 in his hand. He raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the woman's head. The child next to him looked nervous, angry, and scared. Lorenzo pressed the button. This photo is simply beautiful. Of course, he also hates war, and he hates dead people very much, but this is not something he can change, so he cherishes the dream of ending the war as soon as possible.
He became a battlefield advisor under the name of the Savior Corporation!
Yes, because the company auctioned off several agents before, and now other people cannot be called agents, they are called consultants, they are mainly itinerant, Lorenzo is a medium van, besides him there are two guys, they are in There is a company logo painted on the truck, which is eye-catching and conspicuous!
This is equivalent to a talisman on the battlefield. All forces know what this company does and how capable it is. They are unwilling to offend, and no one will attack them. Folks should be enough.
Consultants like them are also responsible for liaising with the company, as long as there are large orders, they can accept them.
Like Lorenzo, the average monthly salary is about 30,000 U.S. dollars, which of course counts as a commission, and the two guys are also three to four thousand U.S. dollars. He found this guy himself, and he paid the salary himself. Therefore, in the end, the only thing that can be obtained is 10,000 to 20,000 US dollars. This is still relatively chaotic in Angola. If it is in other places, you can only drive by yourself.
Lorenzo is here because he is waiting for business.
This restaurant has almost become his temporary stronghold, and all the advertisements have been sent out. Do you want to take advantage of your martial spirit? Come to Lorenzo. Luther!
It's not bad for him to take pictures and drink some afternoon tea when there is no business.
Just as he was looking at the photo, the door was pushed open roughly, how many people broke in, and the leader was a second lieutenant? When he came in, he found Lorenzo, who obviously knew him, and said anxiously, "Lorenzo, hurry up! Give me 20 more AK47s!"
"Mr. Mosley, you already owe me $3,100. No more credit."
The second lieutenant glared, and raised his chin at the soldier behind him~www.wuxiaspot.com~The latter put a few pieces of Rolex on the table.
"It's not worth much..." Lorenzo looked at it and said, in fact, these watches are relatively new, and there are Rolex classics among them. If they are sold, they can still be worth tens of thousands of dollars, but of course we have to say that.
"Then how much can you change?" the second lieutenant asked impatiently.
"Ten AK47s," Lorenzo said.
The second lieutenant muttered a few words, nothing more than saying, **** outsider, too poor, "Okay, give me the gun."
Lorenzo was overjoyed and nodded, "Wait a minute." He waved to the guy not far away.
He didn't ask where this Rolex came from?
Where else can it come from?
Pity those who come to do business...outsiders.
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