An explosion occurred in the Lockheed exhibition hall!

11 people were seriously injured, but no one died.

The next day, the news spread throughout the United States through the news media, and then gradually spread to other places.

Tang Dao received the news at the first time that the explosion was the latest aircraft exhibition hall. I don’t know why the explosion was. The reason for the explosion was still under investigation. However, according to current speculation, someone should have brought the explosives into it, but why it exploded at night is a bit mysterious.

"Boss, now we are surrounded by everything outside, we can't see inside, but if I see FBI and Cia, there should be an answer soon." The little angel looked at Tang Dao, stood aside, and whispered.

"Who would want to die so much? Something comes out on Lockheed's territory?"

Tang Dao crossed his legs and held a cigarette in his hand. After taking a few puffs, he squinted his eyes and spit out the smoke rings. He also felt that this matter was quite annoying. Lockheed was completely famous now. Lewis might not feel uncomfortable now and might not get out of his position. However, so many people were seriously injured, which was a difficult thing to deal with.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

Just as he continued to say a few words to the little angel, a knock sounded and the bodyguard pushed the door in, "Boss, Mr. Lewis is here."

"Oh? Come in," Tang Dao said with a brow jumping and hurriedly, pressing the cigarette butt in the ashtray and twisting it hard a few times, and said to the little angel, "At this time, he doesn't think about solving the problem, why are you here to go to me?"

Lewis walked in, his face full of fatigue, his face was not very good either. The first thing he said when he came in was, "Nicholas, I need your help."

"???" Tang Dao first helped him sit down, and made people pour two cups of tea, which could refresh people. He waited until the other party seemed a little divine before asking, "If you need any help, you can say that as long as I can do it."

This sentence is actually the biggest bug. If you are embarrassed, you can't say it's done...

Feigned and polite.

But Lewis couldn't hear it, but was very low-key. "Those fbis are stinky dogs. They are useless and even said they can't do anything, Fark!" The more he said it, the more excited he became, "they asked me to understand what happened by myself as much as possible. Are the taxes we pay for those idiots to take medicine?"

"Calm down, Lewis." Tang Dao hurriedly comforted the other party and helped him smooth his lower back.

"Nicholas, you are the most caring."

Lewis sighed, and suddenly said something like this, which scared Tang. He could only smile awkwardly, walked to the sofa, bent down and dusted the dust on it a few times, then sat down and listened to the other party's words.

"I want to ask your company to help us investigate this matter." Lewis finally explained his purpose.

Tang Dao spread his hands helplessly, "Sir, I have a security company, not a private detective."

"I know that many of your subsidiaries are retired by intelligence personnel. They have the ability to bear the expenses incurred and if there is a result, we will also pay a reward."

Anything that is easy to say as long as you give money.

Say it earlier...

Tang Dao paused and hesitated for a moment, nodded, "We are friends. Since it happened to you, my company, including my company, will help you through this difficulty no matter what."

He was talking about the doctor Ling Ran, who spoke righteously and waved his hand, "I will definitely solve it for you."

Lewis was almost moved to cry after hearing this. After a few more greetings, Tang Dao personally took him to the hotel door, watching him get in the car, and waved his hand. After leaving, he calmed down his expression and told the little angel, "Let the Umbrella Company send a team of professionals here, and you will make money again."

After he said that, he thought of something, "Also, I'll come back after the physical examination, and those with abnormal body temperature are not allowed to come."

"Okay, boss."

After Tang Dao took the little angel back to the room after the last look, he also saw Xia Mo in the elevator. At this time, the other party was Huhe Hachi in the elevator and was wiping the elevator?

"Why are you working here?" Tang Dao asked with a frown.

Xia Mo was obviously still very timid, holding the rag and standing in the corner, whispering softly, "I... I can make more money by doing more."

Tang Dao didn't say anything else, just standing there. After seeing that the other party had nothing to say, Xia Mo wiped the elevator hard again, meticulously living in the penthouse suite, but doing dirty work here, which was inevitably surprising.

There is no distinction between high and low jobs?

It is just a deception full of positive energy or the correct public opinion. A profession determines a person's life, so why not distinguish between high and low? In the eyes of many people, the social status of a cleaner is low, and it will always be like this.

Under the notice of the elite, caring for other classes is just... pity?

The elevator opened in a dingdong, and after Tang Dao walked out, he said, "I will arrange it to the subsidiary tomorrow to see where the cleaning staff are needed."

It’s not that Tang Dao has any thoughts about Xia Mo.

Maybe this is mercy.

...

"Hurry up!"

On the runway of the Savior Company Base in Somalia, two Il76 transport planes with cute pink painted colors were parked, and large Mickey Mouse was painted on it. Of course, in order not to be shot down by the Disney legal department, the company's outstanding talents thought a lot and bit Mickey Mouse's ears, and then painted his beard long.

This should be considered Doraemon. These two full-time transport aircraft are for Europe, mainly transporting daily necessities. This time, the full range of medical supplies and vegetables and meat were pulled down from above by employees and piled up into mountains. Those who need to be refrigerated should be pulled down to the cold storage. The conditions of this base are getting better and better. Now there are cold storages, with several tunas and several generators in it generating electricity 24 hours a day to ensure freshness.

"Masks and disinfectants must be distributed to every employee, and there is also a physical examination every day. This is what the boss told me. Never do anything randomly. If the boss knows, I'm afraid you will be in the desert tomorrow. Do you hear it clearly?" Mister said in a deep voice.

Several middle-level managers standing next to him looked at each other and nodded, not that bold.

"Also, did the Ebola tell employees that they didn't? How many people are willing to leave?" Mister asked again.

After looking around, there was still a man who looked sophisticated and who was also an Arctic fox who came out stood up and smiled, "Boss, the boss's salary has increased. Everyone comes for money. Who will go back?"

Mister thought about this, but he just wanted to remind him, "This matter is very important. If something happens, I don't want to see a second voice. This is your choice, and you can't blame anyone."

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Chapter completed!