Glossy golf hairstyle.

The trimmed suit can't hide its bulging abdomen. Perhaps, this is an indispensable outfit when you get older.

Charlie Longfellow!

It seems that about 50, the skin on the face is already gully, and the corners of the mouth are filled with smiles, which is a typical image of a North American rich man.

He got out of the "American Dream" super long sedan, his eyes swept the crowd, and finally settled on Tang Dao, walked over and reached out his hand. The sound had a bit of heavy metal, "Welcome to Boston, Mr. Nicholas."

"I'm also happy to see you, Mr. Charlie."

"You're younger than I thought."

He looked at Tang Dao with admiration. In fact, according to the identity and status of both parties, this is not proportional. One side is a state legislator and can even continue to climb up, while the other side is a vendor active in Africa.

But Charlie doesn't care about these things. In a capital society, what he cares most about is whether he has money!

Tang Dao's company has reached 500 million US dollars alone. The former found out that the Mississippi Consortium spent more than 1.4 billion US dollars to buy several mines in Somalia, and the money is likely to fall into his pocket.

Those who know yourself better than yourself are probably your collaborators.

It is no exaggeration to say that Tang Dao’s current net worth is at least 1.5 billion US dollars...

This is a wealthy class even in Europe and the United States.

After chatting for a few times, they got into the car. The little angel and others got on the Audi behind, and Pierce sat in the American Dream with him. It was even more prosperous here, with magnificent decoration, a small car TV, an independent movie room, and even a bathroom.

Anyway, if you don’t say anything else, just one word “rich!”

Charlie crossed his legs and sat face to face with Tang Dao, facing the passengers who had not yet dispersed outside the window. It was no wonder that he was used to. As a rich man, he had always enjoyed the spotlight. In the United States, although the private privacy protection is very strict, ordinary people are also curious about their lives. This paparazzi is very popular here.

The car, which is nearly 30 meters long, slowly started. This car is good, but it has a disadvantage: it is difficult to turn around.

I could only bare the bullet and move forward. Fortunately, Boston has all the roads, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

After Ben Longfellow got into the car, he opened the music unscrupulously, picked up the magazine and hummed a song.

Charlie frowned, smiled at Tang Dao apologetically, and pushed his son down, "Ben, turn the voice down a little. Didn't you see that I'm talking about? What you need is politeness."

The former raised his eyes and looked at Tang Dao like this, regardless of the sound.

This is very unpleasant...the giant baby!

"It's okay, I just happen to like this Queen's song "Innuendo" too." Tang Dao said with a smile, touching his fingers to his lips. "I also like their "themiracle" and "akindofmagic". I think it was God who gave them talent."

Ben Longfellow's face turned green, how could he know what it was called?

He simply disliked Tang Dao and planned to use this bad trick to piss the other party.

People in their thirties are still like this. In the future, I am really sorry for such a profitable father.

Tang Dao looked at the other person as usual, with a faint smile, and a little disdain in his heart. When he was studying at Stanford, he liked Queens the most. You just hit me on my head. Isn’t this just stretching my face over and looking for a blow?

"Hmph!" The other party groaned, turned off the music, and walked towards the car behind him. He was out of sight and was upset, and of course he might also think of other solutions.

Charlie had a headache, he was helpless about his son.

Since he was rebellious to the present, he once gave him 500 million yuan to start his business. What was the result? He lost money! This is nothing, he still owed a lot of debts in several casinos in Europe and the United States.

"Sorry, Mr. Nicholas, my son..." Charlie got stuck halfway through apologizing. I don't know what to say, is it still a child? He is in his thirties!

He didn't say that Tang Dao took it, so he took it directly and waved his hand indifferently, "Don't worry, I won't care about the children."

child?!

Guy's mouth twitched when he heard it. If the boss heard it, he would be furious. Isn't this a good advantage?

Charlie was stunned, then squinted and smiled.

What he saw was a rebellious wild wolf. He could not suffer any loss if he was cheaper. He was too lazy to continue to study on this topic, and changed the topic, leaned on a leather seat, holding a cigar in his hand, and did not light it. "Mr. Nicholas, you are not very comfortable in Somalia."

"I have never had such choices. I will go wherever I can make money." Tang Dao said, lowering his head and pushing the cigar on his knees a few times like an ordinary cigarette. "I think Boston has money to make money, too."

Have you ever seen a businessman sitting together talking about the night?

Of course they knew that both sides were sitting here for the benefit! Everything adults did was good, they didn’t waste so much time, but of course Charlie wouldn’t hold it right now, he just smiled and said, “Boston is more beautiful than Somalia.”

beauty?

Money is beautiful everywhere.

Even if you lose thousands of dollars in the toilet, someone will let you watch them eat shit!

Since Charlie didn't want to say it now, Tang Dao didn't force it, he was just becoming more and more curious.

…

The team was swaying in a high-profile manner, and no one turned back. The main reason was that this car was really eye-catching.

"Farke! He's the damn rich man again."

In a restaurant on the side of the street, there was a black guy wearing an apron cursing, but although this was said, everyone felt his eyes were envious. He really wanted to try this kind of corrupt life, and he also wanted to experience this kind of life of being called a rich man.

The cashier next to it was an Asian young man wearing glasses, and he looked very gentle and looked like a student. Most of the families who could go abroad in the 1990s were rich, and of course a small number of them were really outstanding students sent abroad. The young man looked over and took them back.

It's better to be down-to-earth.

"Wow! Boss, Boss..." Suddenly, I heard the black man shouting excitedly, which made the fat white man who was peeking at the newspaper in the small room very dissatisfied. He threw the newspaper casually, cursed, opened the door, and looked straight. "Water? What are you going to do?"

The black man pointed outside with an excited expression on his face, "There are...there are guests here."

The young Asian man was thinking, and he looked up and saw the convoy parked neatly in the opposite car line. A group of people got off from above, wearing suits and walked straight over.

The boss was very impatient, "The guests came, what's the excitement?"

"That's a rich man, look." The black man pointed outside and said. The white man jumped up his toes with a little effort and looked out. After seeing so many big guys, his eyes lit up and he clenched his fists. As they watched them get closer and closer, he quickly said, "Go and open the door quickly, no, I'll go by myself."

As he said that, he went over happily, and the tip given by the rich man...

Not less.

We must not let this damn black man and Asian make money, he has to do it himself.

"Welcome!" When Tang Dao and the others were about to come in, he reached out to open the door, half bowed, and smiled.

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Chapter completed!