Back Bay Area, Austin Rich Area.

This is a famous upper-class residential area in Boston, next to the luxurious Newman High School. There are only about 240 students in the school, all of whom are either rich or noble. The guaranteed estimate is that the average assets of the students in the family are no less than 10 million US dollars!

In capital countries, this class is more obvious.

If Tang Dao has children in the future, it is most convenient to send them to school here, but will you play with them if you are worth billions?

He bought a villa covering an area of ​​8 acres here, spending 31 million US dollars, which has all the equipment and facilities. There are four or five luxury cars under the garage, including Lincoln, Porsche, Ferrari, etc., and the "h" apron painted on the roof is still empty.

At this time, Tang Dao and Charlie were wearing boxers and sitting next to the swimming pool. The pool would close together, then steamed, automatically adjust the water temperature to a comfortable level, with red wine next to it, and bath towels on them. In the villa, you can see bodyguards patrolling, leading Argentina Dugao everywhere, and there were two arsenals in this villa. Unless you rush with an airplane and tank, otherwise, ordinary thieves would not have the courage to come here to play wild.

Charlie was old and looked at Tang Dao's abdominal muscles enviously. He thought that when he was in his twenties, he had the same figure. He held the wine and sipped his mouth, squinted his eyes, and felt the taste of this excellent Loire Valley red wine. This bottle is almost 3,000 US dollars, luxurious!

But maybe, this is the life of the rich.

"I received news yesterday that the Pentagon doesn't trust your company very much." Charlie suddenly said, "They asked for a stake."

Tang Dao's face was very calm. This was already within his expectations. The Americans were proud of themselves from the bottom of their hearts. His Asian identity is a vulnerable group in this discriminatory country. Sometimes, capital has no country, but capitalists have a country!

Although he understood the other party, it was impossible to let the other party put his hands in. He could be a "dog" for money, but not a loyal dog. He was interested in interests and shook his head, "This is impossible. This company belongs to our consortium, not mine. Are you willing to let politics get into it? Charlie? You don't want to work for the US government."

Although Charlie is a politician, the country is nothing in terms of interests!

If he hadn't dared to do so, he would have been preparing to evade taxes.

"But it's very difficult..." he hesitated.

"There is always a solution, right? And I heard that there are not many consortiums that want to bid? Will they allow it? It's just that we are easier to bully. We have to show toughness appropriately. I have to be responsible for our shareholders." Tang Dao leaned down and spitted a mouthful of phlegm into the trash can next to him. He sat up slightly, stretched his waist, looked up at the white clouds in the sky, inserted his waist, took a deep breath, then turned his head to look at Charlie, and smiled, "US dollars are pure, he can't be contaminated with politics! If it's dirty, he can only wash it with blood again."

Charlie's heart sank.

This Asian seems to be ready.

Just as he was about to say a few words, the bodyguard next to him walked over quickly, holding the eldest brother in his hand, "Boss, your phone number."

Charlie frowned and took it, "Hey?!"

Then he then relaxed his face, "Oh?" General Elton Faraday..."

Tang Dao's ears suddenly stood up, and the muscles on his left arm tightened, and his body subconsciously leaned to the side. He listened carefully, not knowing what the other side said, but Charlie just kept agreeing.

After chatting for about four or five minutes, he hung up the phone, with a little surprise on his face.

"Don! Good news, Lieutenant General Elton Faraday's call just now, he said, they plan to invite you to the Pentagon to give a report on the prospects of PMC and the understanding of the special projects of the non-staff."

Go to the Pentagon to give a speech?

Tang Dao raised his eyebrows. He could not have imagined that there would be such a big gift. This was to make him show off in the military headquarters. It can also be said that he told another news that his suggestions would affect the investment of the military headquarters to a certain extent.

This is the most important thing!

"When?" Tang Dao asked calmly, and raised his head and took a sip of the red wine.

"Two days later, at 2:00 p.m.," said Charlie, who was also happy for his old friend, "Do you need me to find someone to write a speech?"

Tang Dao turned his head and shook his head, "No, my thoughts are all here." He pointed to his brain. After looking at each other, they smiled at each other, toasted gently, and tilted all over.

"Then I'll accompany you to Arlington."

Tang Dao and Charlie were discussing travelers there, while Lieutenant General Elton Faraday, the black man here, was sucking in his office.

He crossed his legs and pinched a cigar in his hand. A brigadier general sat opposite him, his deputy, Jewish Jane Hawking. His name is a bit domineering and is often considered a physicist. In fact, he prefers to study war history. He is also a professor at the US Army Academy and Elton's think tank.

"General, you're embarrassing General Herbert. I'm worried that he will vent his emotions on that Asian."

Elton's dark circles pressed his eyelids so hard that he had a crack, and he had a lot of flesh on his face, but his expression didn't look honest at all. "The enemy's enemy is my friend. That Asian is very useful. Don't worry, there are many people staring at him, and he dare not go too far." In fact, he didn't say anything else. As long as this Asian is smart, he will fall down, which can teach those white men of the principal a lesson to a certain extent.

If something goes wrong later...

It's not considered your own loss.

Jane Hawking, wearing black-framed glasses, secretly glanced at the other party, and a little flashed in his eyes. After thinking for a while, he whispered, "His position in Somalia will determine our strategy in Africa. Moreover, the main reason for Garison's escape from crime is Edid's body. The reason is that this Asian plays an irreplaceable role. He is even controlling the situation in North Africa. Moreover, I smell a scent of ambition. Our satellite photographed that there are large-scale traces of earthbreaking in Mogadishu, as if he was going to build a base."

In a long time, the intelligence agencies kept staring at Tang Dao.

Who wouldn't watch such a big arms dealer rising in Africa? There were originally voices to "eliminate harm for the people", but the occurrence of the "Mogadishu Battle" and the role played by Tang Dao in it made him win the hearts of the people in the military headquarters. Many dovish generals believed that this was a "colored person who could win over."

Such a person loves peace, and the weapons he sells are just to promote the people's attention.

Sometimes, I have to admit that some people just admit you.

Being sent a certificate to work by a hooligan?

You are the "good person".
Chapter completed!