This sound is pleasant and can pluck the heartstrings.

Tang Dao turned his head and looked over and saw a girl jogging out from the Chinese restaurant. She was about 165 meters tall and looked very petite. She was painted with a light and light shape. She was wearing a white pleated skirt. She couldn't be said to be very beautiful, but after her facial features gathered together, she looked very harmonious and was impatient for a long time.

After the other party ran over, he naturally hooked Wu Zhi's arm, chuckled, and looked at Tang Dao with curiosity.

That look...so clear!

"Why are you coming out?" Wu Zhi gently touched her head, pointed to Tang Dao and said, "This is my little daughter, Yuan Xuan." Then he said to his daughter, "This is Mr. Tang. He is a young and promising person. You young people will get to know each other."

"Hello, Mr. Tang." Wu Yuanxuan stretched out her hand and smiled, "I'm very happy to see you."

"So too." Tang Dao's face was peaceful and he praised, "Miss Wu is very beautiful."

This straight man is just praising people like this.

"Okay, don't be outside. Let's go in. I've found a master of the state banquet. You can try the craftsmanship later." Wu Zhi put his hand on Tang Dao's arm and invited him in. The two walked side by side, talking and laughing.

The decoration of this Chinese restaurant is very good, but there are very few people inside. I didn’t see any white people, most of whom are Asian.

Wu Zhi looked at Tang Dao with interest and explained, "I started to come to Kiev 17 years ago. My family said that foreign devils are easy to make money. At that time, the village was poor, so I could wear my crotch-opener pants for several younger siblings. I was starving to death, so I followed a few childhood friends here to make some money. I run this Chinese restaurant, but this business is getting harder and harder."

"It seems that Mr. Wu is capable, and he is so brave." Tang Dao still said sincerely. After all, different levels of education determine his courage. Sometimes, if you read too much books, the more you know, the more you are, the more you are afraid.

"It's also good luck. My two young men have been buried with the loess now, so I'm still alive."

Wu Zhi waved his hand and sighed a little, "I won't talk about this today, go and go upstairs." Then he looked at Mister and others following him, hooked his fingers at the supervisor waiting next to him, "Go open the bottle of red wine again."

He took Tang Dao to the top floor. He pushed open the door himself, and there was a round table inside, and invited him to sit in the main seat.

"Mr. Wu, you are too polite, and I feel a little embarrassed." Tang Dao was still reluctant to sit. He was raised by his grandfather, and the older generation paid the most attention to courtesy, righteousness, integrity and shame. He taught his ancestors' politeness since he was a child. Sometimes the master seat was uncomfortable when he sat. He rubbed his knees with his hands, "If you have anything, just say it, I'll listen carefully."

Wu Zhi laughed, "Don't be polite, I just heard General Cherkovso mention you. I'm very curious. There are such people in Kiev, and the foreign devil praises you for being awesome." He said and gave a thumbs up.

Who can believe this?

Because of this?

Tang Dao was skeptical, was there any pie falling from the sky? For Wu Zhi's praise of him, he just smiled politely, a little thirsty, held the wine glass and took a sip, but hooked the cup twice with his fingers, and then put the cup down.

Wu Zhi's eyelids drooped, and he also understood what this meant. They were all old foxes, and they knew they had served the food by looking at people. They nodded to the waiter, and the latter went downstairs to serve the food, which was quite rich.

"Come and try it. This is a famous dish from my hometown, sweet and sour pork ribs. Is Mr. Tang a Chinese? I probably haven't tried it."

Tang Dao held it with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed it for a few times. The fragrant and glutinous smell emanated from the taste buds, stimulating the cerebral cortex. He couldn't help but nodded, "The taste is very good."

"Try this again, sweet and sour carp, chopped pepper fish head..."

I drank too much red wine and ate too much steak. It was very good to change the taste occasionally. Then I used some white wine and it was full of mellow flavor.

There is a saying that business is one of the cultures on the wine table. This sentence is useful to a certain extent. British research institutions have found that food can stimulate the cerebral cortex and make the cerebral cortex feel excited. Under the stimulation of this hormone, such as negotiations, are easy to succeed.

"I heard General Cherkovso say that Mr. Tang is very capable in Africa?" Wu Zhi asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't count how much strength you have, you just have a little bit of thin air and make a living."

The former looked happy, looked at his daughter, and rubbed his hands, "Actually, this time I took the liberty to come to you. I have a business that wants to find someone to cooperate. In Ethiopia, I contracted the next gold mine. However, recently, a group of militants in the local area demanded a protection fee of 2 million US dollars. I am not afraid that you will laugh at it and cannot afford it. They all fell into the gold mine." He smiled bitterly, "He has given me a deadline, saying that if I don't save enough money in a week, he will blow up my gold mine."

"Mr. Wu shouldn't come to me for such a thing. Wouldn't the local government solve it?" Tang Dao asked back.

"The place where black people are, racial discrimination is even stronger! I met a compatriot in South Africa. A group of gangs rushed to rob his family of money, chopped his fingers, and called the police. Do you know what those people said? They actually said, Who made you so rich? Why! It's illegal to have money?" Wu Zhi spread his hands and seemed very angry.

"What help do you want me to give?" Tang Dao talked about pulling out a piece of paper and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Wu Zhi paused, "I hope Mr. Tang can help me solve this problem. I am willing to spend 10% of the gold mine. According to the detected data, there will be approximately 30,000 ounces of reserves."

This is close to 850,000 grams. According to the price in 1991, the price of gold fluctuates from about 100 yuan to 200 yuan. If these are converted into US dollars, it will be more than 10 million yuan, and 20% is more than 1 million US dollars.

This money is quite easy to collect.

Tang Dao said with a weird look, "Didn't they tell you, what business I do?"

If employees who use the "formal channels" to hire protective umbrellas do not need so much money. Of course, from another perspective, he wants to solve the problem at one time when doing this.

"General Cherkovso never told me, he only told me that he would come to you and you could solve the problem." Wu Zhi said the truth.

"Of course this matter is, it's very simple."

"Then I will thank you..." Wu Zhi smiled on his face. Who knew that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tang Dao. "Don't thank you for it first. It's simple to say, but it's difficult to operate. The Ethiopian gangsters are very famous in North Africa. You can't do such a big deal with this little money."

Wu Zhi's face froze.

He immediately understood that Tang Dao was planning to take the blame!

"50%! I'll help you solve it."

Mr. Wu twitched the corner of his mouth and took a breath. The knife slashed too hard.

"Mr. Tang, don't you think you are taking advantage of others' danger?" At this time, Wu Yuanxuan, who was sitting next to accompany her, was also very angry.

"Is that true? You are willing to do business. If you don't agree, when I don't say it, if you nod, your gold mine is covered by me, who dares to move? Let him tell me." Tang Dao said lightly with a smile on his face, but gave people a very sure look.

Wu Yuanxuan was still unwilling to give up, "50%... Then we might as well give them two million."

"This is freedom, but Mr. Wu should understand that excessive tolerance will make people feel that you are afraid, and honest people are the most susceptible to bullying." Tang Dao continued slowly, "Especially with black people, since there is no way to solve violence, then solve the people who initiate violence."

"You... are you ready?" Wu Yuanxuan's face turned pale, and she was frightened by the other party's simple words.

Tang Dao looked at him, his face narrowed, his eyes narrowed, but suddenly he laughed out loud, "Don't joke, Miss Wu, I am a regular businessman, I just solve the problem through my connections. I am afraid and dare not kill anyone, so don't scare me."

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Chapter completed!