When Tang Dao followed him to the reception room on the third floor, he stood outside and heard Hassan's rough laughter inside.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lao Hei and the young man sitting inside turned their heads at the same time. Tang Dao glanced at him and glanced at him. He had almost calculated the height and weight of the other party.

"Wow, my hero is here." Hassan put his legs crossed, and he was delighted. He stood up and opened his hand and gave Tang Dao a hug. He even wanted a kiss. Tang Dao was so scared that he reached out and pointed at the white man and asked, "Are there any guests?"

"Hahaha, let me introduce you. This is Ben Longfellow! from the United States." Hassan pointed at Tang Dao again and said, "Nicholas, my best friend, there is no problem in Somalia that he cannot solve."

This introduction is very vague, from the United States?

AIDS is also from the United States!

I feel proud if I don’t feel anything.

When Tang Dao was studying at Stanford, the children of those big families had this kind of virtue.

The contempt chain in class still exists, otherwise, why do many people climb up? Isn’t it just to despise others?

Book.

Longfellow didn't even get up, but just glanced at him, then responded, saying that he had replied.

For him, Tang Dao was just a second-hand dealer, and his family had several arms businesses in North America.

Tang Dao stretched out his hand and ignored it. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. He squinted his eyes and shook his thumb. The little angel and others behind him were also staring at him unkindly, and Hassan also held his breath and focused his eyes on the two of them.

In the end, Tang Dao withdrew his hand and smiled, "Sir, I have a very personality, I prefer it."

This smile...

Too sinister.

As the master, Hassan was also busy opening up the topic, "Nicholas, please sit down first, let's talk slowly."

Tang Dao seemed to have really thoughts about the young man. He sat on the sofa next to him, raised his legs and picked up the cup on the table. With a "hehe" sound, the mouthful of phlegm was spit into the cup.

Book.

Longfellow's face suddenly looked ugly!

This is my own cup.

"Damn, what are you doing?" he asked gritted his teeth.

"I have a lot of phlegm recently, so I can change one cup at most." Tang Dao put his hands on his legs and looked at Hassan, "General, please find someone to help him change a cup of orange juice. Children have to drink this."

md!

You are used to it!

This is Somalia...

He Tang Dao has the final say.

A little brat ran here to show off his power?

Do you really treat yourself as a distinguished guest in the world?

There are also many rich people who die in Africa.

Hassan was a little scared. He understood Ben better than Tang Dao.

Longfellow's identity, seeing him like this, he felt a little happy. When the white ghost came, he shouted and pointed at his nose and asked, why didn't he prepare the diamond?

No education at all!

Of course, maybe his family also taught him the interests, but it was just the original one.

Longfellow believes that people who are not bound by interests are not worthy!

Although I wish Tang Dao could slap this guy to death, I still stood up and shouted to the nanny at the door, "Hurry up, change a cup, haven't you seen it?"

The nanny rushed over and was about to hold the cup with both hands when she was about to bend it.

Longfellow suppressed it, and he looked at Tang Dao with his eyes, "I'm very angry now. Do you know what you are doing? Drink this cup, and this thing has never happened."

Actually, he is a bit racist.

At Ying Jiang's family, the upper class is still dominated by white people. Not to mention that it is too much, 40% tend to be racist, while in the middle class, they belong to Latinos, and at the bottom class, they are colored. Black people are purely too noisy, while Asians are too low-key, including their sense of political participation being close to zero. Of course, these honest people will be bullied.

But in this pathology, the political tendency is very fixed. You cannot make discriminatory remarks in public, otherwise you will be sued, and in serious cases you will be sentenced to jail, in school and society.

Longfellow has been holding it in for too long and can show his superiority after coming to Africa.

But this sense of superiority is for Tang Dao...

Childish and ridiculous!

Tang Dao looked at the cup, licked his lips, and stretched out his fingers, "This is not funny."

"I never tell jokes...uh!" Ben.

Before Longfellow finished speaking, the little angel next to him drew his gun, turned on his thumb with his insurance. The scene was soon, in just a few seconds, the bodyguard beside him reacted and was about to draw the gun. The old housekeeper Guy, who was following behind, also his pupils shrank, and his turbid eyes were shocked.

"How superior you are there?" Tang Dao held his fingers and looked up, "Longfellow family? Of course I know, the prince of Cambridge in Massachusetts?"

He actually happened to know this family, mainly because this surname is too rare, which reminds Tang Dao of a person.

Henry Wadsworth Langferro! The world-recognized as the greatest poet in America.

He was brought to Cambridge in Massachusetts until his death in 1882, but his descendants made a fortune with his reputation, and then engaged in oil mining and arms trading. Not long after, they encountered another war. Then Dongfeng of the war, their family climbed quickly and had a great reputation in politics and business. However, in the 1960s, Kennedy, a young man, wanted to state the power of the Federal Reserve to issue dollars, and the US government issued dollars. There were too many grasshoppers tied to this chain of interests, and they were suddenly taken off and sent to see God.

The Langferro family, who originally sponsored the young man, did not even make any basic efforts. Moreover, a group of people cracked down on their relationship in politics. For a time, the Langferro family declined a lot, but even so, they were still princes in Cambridge, Massachusetts!

However, in Somalia, they never listen to poetry, they only care about fists and US dollars.

"Sorry, sorry, sir." Guy rushed out quickly, holding Ben Langfero with both hands, apologizing to Tang Dao, constantly talking softly. He hasn't seen any scenes for decades? He has also met the upper class and the outlaws. I understand the truth, you must use your life to bet on whether the gun in the hand has bullets.

What if he really dares to shoot?

The skull is overturned.

"Young man, be low-key when you are outside, do you understand? There is no law here." Tang Dao said in a lesson tone, stretching out his hand towards the little angel, and the latter took the pistol back.

Ben Langfero's face looked ugly, and he smashed his fist on the table, got up and left.

Guy said apologetically to Hassan from the back, "General, please prepare some diamonds."

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

The old butler nodded to Tang Dao, and then trotted to catch up with the other party. After this was inappropriate, Tang Dao relaxed and looked at Lao Hei, "General, what else do you have to tell me?"

A North American kid came over and didn't call him over because the other party had no interest in him.

Hassan laughed and whispered, "Actually, I'm here to come over, I just want to ask you something."

"Please tell me." Tang Dao asked casually.

"How much does it cost if I want to buy Adid's life?"

uh-huh?!

Tang Dao suddenly looked up. He was originally sucking his fingers, and he also paused, squinted, "General, what are you talking about?"

"I want Somalia to be unified, just say, how much does Edid's life cost?" Hassan asked in deep breath, his eyes staring straight at him.

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Chapter completed!