The next day.

When Zhang Xiyuan woke up, he felt a split headache and his mouth was bitter. He groped and stood up, took the bottle of mineral water on the table, drank it all, walked to the bathroom and poured cold water on his face, looked at himself who was slightly embarrassed in the mirror, and pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong" knocks on the door.

"Please come in."

Zhang Xiyuan's voice was hoarse. He drank too much last night, which hurt his throat a little.

Wu Changsong, who was wearing a clean suit, pushed the door and saw Zhang Xiyuan wearing shorts. He was very surprised, "Xiyuan, are you awake now?" He raised his hand and looked at his watch.

"It's almost 9:30, we're going to attend the meeting."

Zhang Xiyuan couldn't have thought that he had been sleeping for so long, so he quickly asked Wu Changsong to wait for a while, and hurriedly put on a spare suit, combed the hair, and sprayed a little perfume on his body to cover his dark circles.

It took half an hour to complete the whole set.

"let's go."

Wu Changsong looked at his watch and said with a smile, "I thought I was waiting for my wife to go out."

Zhang Xiyuan tied up his tie and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

The two walked out of the dormitory side by side. When the sun shone slightly, they felt comfortable all over.

"Today I looked at the list of guests and came about more than twenty security companies, such as EO, strategic alliance, war machine, etc., and I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle today." Wu Changsong said.

"That's nothing to do with us. Mr. Tang will solve it. What we have to do is stand firmly by his side." Zhang Xiyuan smoked a cigarette, and used the smell of nicotine to dilute the smell of alcohol in his mouth. He squinted his eyes, "It's enough to earn some pension money. Lihui is also sensible, and he is obviously valued by this person. It won't take long. Maybe he won't even look down on your bankrupt property of hundreds of millions of dollars."

Wu Changsong smiled bitterly. He was still a property of ruin? But then he thought, if Lihui was really the head of a region as Tang Dao said, then the dividends and other incomes would probably really exceed his father.

This is called it a great place to enjoy the cool under the big tree!

"When the meeting is over, I'm going to Botswana, where a chief is going to discuss business."

Zhang Xiyuan raised his eyebrows, "What big business can the chief have? At most, buy some ak47, isn't it enough for others to go?"

"The chief has a certain identity. I want to start some business. Now, business is difficult to do at this time."

While Wu Changsong was sighing, the two of them had already arrived at the entrance of the building in the base. Tang Dao was already standing outside. When he saw the two, he had a gentle smile on his face and hugged him, patted Zhang Xiyuan on the shoulder with both hands.

"How did you sleep yesterday? Man."

This action... I looked at the age difference between the two, which was quite strange, but Zhang Xiyuan was also a character. He put on his attitude and said with a smile, "It's very good, but yesterday's wine was too strong."

"Hahaha, the spirits are good."

Just when the two sides were having a happy conversation, the little angel behind him came over and lay in Tang Dao's ear and said, "Boss, Mr. Eo's Ebin Barrow is here."

"I see."

Tang Dao nodded and said to Mister beside him, "Take Mr. Zhang and Mr. Wu in first."

"Two, please come with me." Mister made a call. The two of them said a few more words to Tang Dao and walked into the building. Tang Dao stood quietly at the door, waiting for the South African giants to come.

...

Ibin Barrow was unhappy since he came to Somalia to get off the plane. The sign of the Savior Company continued from the hall to the outside, which seemed to be announcing.

Somalia is the savior, so let’s do something wrong, otherwise you will be killed.

Moreover, he saw more than a dozen armed militants sitting in armored vehicles, with the English abbreviation of the Savior Company marked on it, and the whole city seemed to be unable to leave them, which was not good news for Ibin Barrow.

There was a pick-up vehicle sent by the Savior Company at the airport. Ibin Barrow didn't say anything, and he believed in his eyes more.

At the entrance of the Mogadishu base, he mistakenly thought he had seen a military fortress, shooting holes, elevation shooting area, and top of a commanding tower.

After entering it, he found that his evaluation of the Savior Company was too low, anti-aircraft machine guns, helicopter tarmacs, and Il 76!

"Boss, are we here at the arsenal?" Barbara couldn't help but say in surprise.

"No, we are in the world of arms." Ibin Barrow said very seriously. The car stopped slowly. He pushed open the door and saw an Asian standing not far away. The other party was walking with him.

He could smell that a war criminal who should be hanged by a gallows did not want to lose face, but this was the territory of his own country after all. Ibin Barrow could only pinch his nose and walk over first.

"I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Nicholas."

When Tang Dao saw the other party's dissatisfied look, he smiled and shook hands with the other party, "I am also very happy to see you, Mr. Ibin Barrow, I wanted to meet you very early, but unfortunately the business is too busy. Thank God, he helped me realize this dream today."

"You are too polite." Ibin Barrow always felt that the other party was more hypocritical than himself. Both sides should not like to see each other. One was an invincible war madman in the north, and the other was a prodigal son who was working hard to develop his reputation in South Africa. He was incomparable.

Ibin Barrow even hated Tang Dao's calm expression, which was more like the contempt of the superiors for ordinary people. This made Ibin Barrow, who was already sensitive to the heart, feel aggrieved, but it was just that it was very indifferent to his face.

The two walked into the building side by side, followed by the little angel and Barbara, looked at each other and nodded friendly.

The conference room is arranged on the third floor, with a large conference room of nearly 500 square meters, and the windows are all bulletproof windows. In Somalia, safety is the most important thing.

There were already people in it, and those who knew each other but didn't know each other were whispering, but when Tang Dao came in, he closed his mouth tacitly.

Some people looked worried, some looked at it, and some looked at it carefully. This meeting was related to everyone's collective interests.

Ibin Barrow looked at everyone, then sat in the first position of his left hand, eo had a temper and looked down on him, except for the Savior Company.

Tang Dao was very satisfied with his "behavedness". He stood in front of the conference table and clapped, "On behalf of the Savior Company, I welcome you to Mogadishu as a guest. I know that your time is precious, and I don't talk much. What we are discussing this time is to establish the PMC Industry Security Consultant Association to rectify irregular phenomena in the industry. I think I have the obligation and ability to talk to you about this matter. What do you think?"

This is not smooth at all, and it is very straightforward and straightforward. At that time, many people sitting below will look at each other and feel refreshed.

"Mr. Nicholas, is there any difference between joining this industry and not joining this industry?" Finally someone asked, Tang Dao knew that a local security company active in West Africa was mostly native, and there were no formal companies in West Africa, so he looked for top-notch people.

"certainly."

Tang Dao pondered for a moment, grinned, revealing his white teeth, "Joining this association means agreeing that he has the obligation to maintain the reputation of the industry. If he does not join, it means that he must not maintain it. I can think so, those who do not maintain the reputation of the industry are destined to be sanctioned."

He paused at this point, "This is what I, Nicholas Tang, said. Who has any opinions?"

The lower part is much quieter, and no one wants to be the first to be a bird. Look at me, I look at you.

"We Xuanwu Stone agreed to join the association." Zhang Xiyuan, who had already labeled himself as a lackey, shouted, "I confirm that the PMC industry needs to be rectified."

Most of the people who can come to the meeting agree with it. Who is willing to come?

A few of them joined in a scattered manner, but there were inevitably some hesitations.

"Mr. Nicholas, if we join, what responsibility do we need to bear?" asked Nico, who was still the West African, who spoke the most.

"Our association is cooperative and tolerant, and will not force anyone, and there will be great benefits." Tang Dao is starting to fool people. "I will give priority to selling weapons to association members at a low price. You can check out my plan."

An employee who helped him next to him brought up the "menu".

Zhang Xiyuan and Wu Changsong, who had already known, looked excited. It was here, it was here, and the dish was finally served!

...
Chapter completed!