Car crash?!

This situation is obviously beyond everyone's expectations. Those originally casual reporters suddenly became energetic. They were like sharks smelling blood, their eyes shining. Anyone with a brain knows that these drivers have undergone rigorous training and will not have such rear-end collisions at all, and at such a slow speed.

Four people got out of the Bentley and looked like big shots.

"It's from the Boston Consortium." Charlie, who was standing next to him, was a local dragon. How could he not recognize him? He looked serious, his chin was in his mouth, and he narrowed his eyes, leaned over and said to Tang Dao, "The fattest one is called Lubiceyn Lawrence, the current patriarch of the Lawrence family, and the tall one with glasses was Marin Locke of the Rock family. They were cousins. As for the left, the one holding the crutch was Jack Kennedy, and the other was Mellon Lowell."

The last two are mentioned in one sentence, not because they have little influence, but because they are so-called low-key!

After all, the gentleman's skull is still chilly now, and because of the curse of death, many direct disciples of the Kennedy family died extremely awkwardly. Some tabloids even said with a little excitement, "They want to die quietly in bed!"

Just look at the death records before 1991.

In 1941, Joseph's disabled daughter died of a failed lobectomy;

In 1944, Joseph's eldest son, Joseph Kennedy Jr., died in a plane crash during a war;

In 1948, Joseph's second daughter Catherine died in a plane crash;

In 1963, President Kennedy's third son died two days after his birth;

In 1963, Joseph's second son, President Kennedy, was assassinated;

…

There is also an ellipsis, which means that the story is far from over and has even begun.

So I hope to be low-key...

Obstacle the call of Satan.

As for the Lowell family, there was almost no improvement after World War II and there was no need to pay attention to it at all.

When Tang Dao heard Charlie's introduction, he raised his eyebrows and had a smile on his lips. This was a coincidence.

Just happened to be slamming my tiger head!

If he didn't make trouble, he really didn't believe it.

"Sorry, sorry, my God, this driver was too careless." Lubissian's acting skills were too exaggerated. If there was any broom award, he would definitely be the winner. It made people embarrassed. Marin Locke next to him also twitched, squinted his eyes, raised his head, and looked at Tang Dao. He was very curious about the Asian, and at this moment, the latter also looked over.

The two of them looked at each other in the air.

There is no such fantasy spark.

It is a mutual examination.

But Marin Locke saw another meaning, this Asian man did not talk nonsense about Rubissian at all.

"Of course it's okay. If sir likes it, you can give it to you."

"When the auction is over, how will Mr. Nicholas go back and walk?" Lubissian asked proudly.

Tang Dao's hand was inserted into his pocket, and his half was raised, like a kind of condescending look on his face. Maybe... he was tall, after all, he was a slightly thin height of about 187 (click the first one!).

"What I care about when I go out is to land from the sky or from the bottom of the sea, not what means of transportation I use."

Wow!

What a big b!

Charlie was also stunned when he was blown by this tone, but when he thought about it carefully, he was right. He had a huge private air transport group, including two conventional submarines in the Ukrainian military factory. Tang Dao cared about it, but he just wanted to stimulate it.

Of course, one of this conventional submarine is a semi-finished product, and the other has been sold to Mexico through Charlie's channel.

It is a Quebec submarine that began production in 1952!

Although he is nearly fifty years old, he is still strong. It is enough to transport items to the Mexican smugglers. Of course, the torpedo launcher was originally removed, but Mexico strongly demanded to retain it, and in the end he added 500,000 US dollars. Due to the other party's sincere attitude, the company only charged 3.1 million US dollars!

An old antique was ordered away.

Of course this is off topic.

Lubissian's face froze. He was not the kind of person with a very honest personality. Of course he wanted to continue to fight back, but he was pulled by Marin Locke and shook his head at him. The former obviously respected this gentle Marin very much. He shut up, but he still looked at Tang Dao with dissatisfaction.

"Let's go in first, I think we have a long time to get to know each other," said Marin Locke.

The four people walked side by side into the hall, and the lame doorman just stood in front of Lubicean. The same skin as Tang Dao made him very upset.

Which American does not have racism?

It's just more or less.

As a member of the ancient family, Rubisse Lawrence certainly had racism, but he certainly would not say something unfavorable to him in such a scene. Those reporters were filming not far away.

He smiled, and had a little dimples, looking at the lame doorman, "Sir, my car needs some washing."

The lame doorman's English is very poor, of course this is compared with Tang Dao, and his basic communication is also stuttering, "When... of course."

"Very good. You Asians wash the car. I am most at ease. There is a servant in my family who is also Asian. The dog he brought me is great," said Lubissian.

This sentence...

It means something.

Tang Dao and Charlie are both old foxes. You can't tell him in a few words, but Ben Longfellow is not. Although this young child is still very unhappy about Tang Dao since the Ukraine, he admires him in his heart. His ability and strength are respected, especially since the two families are now one. Lubissian is equivalent to pointing at Tang Dao's nose and scolding. Asians only compensate him for washing cars and raising dogs.

"Farke Squid!" Ben Longfellow started with a national scolding.

"Charley, are your child in polite?" Jack Kennedy also spoke at this time. His voice was very rough, but he was obviously dissatisfied in his tone.

A group of big guys spoke, and as juniors, I was already too much of annoying.

Charlie grabbed his son, his face turned dark, and he wanted to talk back, but Tang Dao was faster than him, "Do you need me to introduce a few Taoist priests to curse your Kennedy family?"

"What are you talking about!!" Jack Kennedy shouted loudly, Xiang Qian was about to fight Tang Dao.

The reporters below are almost at a high level. Are you going to do it?!

Who is this Asian?

A tough strife between the Kennedy family?

The bodyguards on both sides were also tense and the atmosphere began to become wrong.

"Gentlemen, the mayors are all inside, you need to calm down."

The welcome assistant standing at the door, who was also from the government agency, saw that they were all planning to fight each other, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said.

There are all big shots in the auction.

When he thought that the matter was important, he glared at each other and Marin pulled Lubissian and others into the Faniel Hall.

"Is he breaking his face?" Charlie turned his head and looked at Tang Dao with a cautious look. Even if the savior-a consortium is strong, there is still a lot of gap with this old consortium. There is no need to break his face unless it is absolutely necessary.

"A few people cannot decide the direction of their interests. Franklin on the US dollar will tell you that the road to Rome is truly the way." Tang Dao said it with some philosophical and meaningful words, and then he was ready to enter the Faniel Hall. After walking two or three steps, he stopped and looked at the lame doorman, "Wash my car and give him $200."

The following words were said to John.

After saying that, he didn't plan to ask the other party's name at all, so he walked straight in.

Maybe…

It’s his car that’s really dirty. Perhaps the white man is not worthy of Asian car washing!
Chapter completed!