It's often not a scandal that can bring down a business empire!

But if many scandals are combined, it can indeed bring down a rotten edifice.

three hours!

At ten o'clock in the evening, the stock price of David's retail empire fell by 17 points! In other words, he lost about 90 million U.S. dollars in value, and the stock price stacked up faster than a plane ride.

"Ouch..."

He was lying on the sofa, and there was a bald doctor next to him who was taking his blood pressure. After listening to the assistant's report just now, his blood pressure surged when he was excited, and he almost killed himself. The assistant was so frightened that he quickly called the doctor.

"It's nothing, just keep your mentality and don't have too many ups and downs."

What the hell!

These words are simply bullshit. Your net worth has evaporated so much. Are you still not excited?

So what can be exciting?

Cuckold?

David didn't even bother to open his mouth. He just waved his hand to signal the other person to get out. He was upset when he saw it. The assistant had to take the doctor away. When he came back, he closed the door gently, stood beside the sofa, and opened his mouth, not knowing what to do.

How to speak first.

"Is there any news from the Mercedes-Benz headquarters?" David asked first.

"Well, the board of directors believes that your behavior has damaged the reputation of this department, and they require you to respond."

This completely aroused David. He grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it on the ground. However, there was a fine goose down Persian carpet underneath. Apart from making a muffled sound, there was no damage at all.

, this was embarrassing, but it did not prevent him from continuing to speak, pointing to his nose and saying, "I am a shareholder, not a wage earner! Faq, go back to his mother!"

He doesn't need to report to anyone!

And if you're not happy, tell the idiot sitting in the CEO position to get out.

The assistant was also frightened. He took a step back and was almost hit by an ashtray. He just thought that the other party was angry. The internal fighting in this Mercedes-Benz was also very fierce. The third shareholder?

Some dividends are good, but now the IRS is watching them, leaving them unable to fight.

But now that this matter has been exposed, I'm afraid it will look good again.

David rubbed his swollen temples. He was very tired. His brain was working too fast and his heart was tired. Mainly, the revelation was too embarrassing, no! He suddenly slapped his hands. He remembered that the Asian's eyes were very

strangeness!

Does it have something to do with him?

td!

David stood up and was about to curse. It must have something to do with that damn yellow skin. Otherwise, why was the time stuck so accurate?

He wanted to question the other party, but his rationality told him that first of all, if he didn't tell whether the other party could admit it, and secondly, by using this attitude, didn't this prove that he was panicking now and couldn't wait to sell the stock?

Why should the other party keep the price low?

David has seen this kind of routine too many times!

You must be calm and deal with the situation as soon as you see it. You must not give the Asian an opportunity to take advantage of you.

After all, he is an old fox, how can he be so impulsive?

Aging experience does not necessarily equal twilight.

"Call a lawyer to accuse "The Late Show" and several girls. This is a slander, a slander against my personal credibility." David poked his fingers on the table and said seriously, "I want to call the best lawyer.

, let these idiots apologize to me, since this matter has caused such a big fuss, the bigger it is, the better."

This kind of ability to sink fish and sink fish is quite ferocious.

But I'm so afraid of losing it.

The assistant obviously knows this step, but since the leader has decided, all he has to do is help him, not give advice.

David watched his assistant "obediently" carry out the instructions, and nodded with satisfaction. He lit a cigarette, smoked it, and stood by the window with squinted eyes, looking at the night view of Las Vegas.

"You are still too young."

…

Tang Dao's room, which is separated by a corridor, is a little lively compared to David's cold room.

That's Jeffrey.

Bryce's black man wolfed down the food on the table, as if he hadn't eaten for several days, and even started eating it in the end!

Tang Dao looked aside and often frowned, but as if he thought of something, his brows relaxed.

After the other party stuffed half of the turkey, he also handed over a box of cigars. When the black man saw it, his eyes widened and he couldn't wait to pick it up and smoke it, with a look of ecstasy on his face.

"How do you think my reception was? Prince Jeffrey." Tang Dao said with a smile.

"Very good." The black man gave a thumbs up and patted his belly. His face might have been beaten. There were no bruises or bruises on his face, but he could tell it was a bit swollen and his front teeth were missing.

Even though he was talking, he was very direct and said, "What do you want me to do?"

This guy is open!

When he was rescued by Little Angel and others and helped him pay a debt of 50,000 US dollars, he knew that he must be useful to them. Otherwise, would you spend money on someone you don't know?

Of course, the young lady under the street lamp does not count, that is poverty alleviation.

Tang Dao also glanced at him in surprise. He felt that Jeffrey was quite smart. He liked talking to smart people the most. He put the half-smoked cigar on the ashtray, blew out a smoke ring, and looked at the other person.

, "I heard you are the prince of Mauritania?"

When Jeffrey heard this, he rolled his eyes. He thought a lot, but he looked very cunning.

Tang Dao had seen this expression a lot in Africa. Black people like to get some small advantages, so Tang Dao had to give him a vaccination. He smiled and said, "I like to make friends very much, but I also like to make friends."

I hate people lying to me." He put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and the other person's eyes said, "I have been living in Africa for a long time!"

I have a very good background, so don’t pretend to be a bitch to me.

That's all.

This made Jeffrey suddenly become more serious and told him his origins.

It turns out that this guy is really a prince, but Mauritania is too poor, and there is not much money there. His father is more like a village chief than a prince, but there is no mine, and the harvest under his hands is still small.

To put it bluntly, no matter how little it is, you can deduct some wool. Isn’t this just taking some money to send Jeffrey to study abroad?

But instead he saw "business opportunities".

It’s gambling!

Disguised himself as a rich second-generation black man, and then went to a Las Vegas casino to gamble, but of course he had no skills. After losing two games, his pockets were empty, but his brain was very good, and he discovered a

The bug is that he actually "pretends" to be a "chip salesman" of Bellagio, telling players that there is a recharge activity here, and for only $1,000, he can take them to buy the internal price.

This job can only be done once at most.

It was this time that Jeffrey was caught, made a total of more than 50,000 US dollars, and was almost beaten to death.

"My father has 11 children in total, and I am the eldest, so he sent me to study abroad and planned for me to go back and become a chief." Jeffrey shrugged and shook his head, "I don't want to go back to Mauritania."

He seems to be grumbling, or he may be complaining that God has sent him to the "edge of the earth", which is so barren and terrible that it is like a paradise or a hell compared with this place.

"Do you want to work for me?" Tang Dao said.

"Huh?" Jeffrey was startled, leaned back, then looked up and down at Tang Dao, then at Little Angel and others, "I...I won't do anything illegal."

Illegal?

What Tang Dao does is never illegal!

"Don't worry, I just want you to do a favor."
Chapter completed!