Chinatown, New York.

The century-long history has made this place full of charm, with overseas Chinese and Chinese restaurants everywhere. It has become an industrial zone, and almost all Chinese people coming to New York are concentrated here, and then gradually expanding their sphere of influence here. About 600,000 Chinese people have lived here.

And because of special group reasons, it is rare to see black or white people here.

Even local clubs are rare. The difference here is from the previous Chinese Boston area, this place is safer! The main back is larger.

In a noodle shop.

Tang Dao was sitting face to face with Ellison. The two of them ordered two bowls of knife-cut noodles. The Americans like sweets when they eat, so what does it feel like to put sugar in the knife-cut noodles? At least Tang Dao couldn't eat it. He prefers to put peppers. Without peppers, no food has no soul.

Moreover, he put a spoonful of spoonfuls, and Ellison was stunned.

"My God, Tang, are you going to put peppers?"

Tang Dao stirred with chopsticks and said happily, "Gourmet makes people happy both physically and mentally. It may not be the best food, but you must have a happy meal." Although he said that, Yu Guang looked at the waiters not far away and looked at him with surprise.

Neither of them made a big fuss and just had a meal.

It is close to Wall Street, and perhaps because he plans to cooperate, Ellison chose this Chinese restaurant himself.

An attitude has shown that he hopes to cooperate.

Bodyguards and others are outside, or elsewhere, which is not good to be too conspicuous. After all, Tang Dao and others like to be low-key.

"Mr. Ellison should have considered what I said clearly." Tang Dao picked up a piece of noodles and bit it down. The tip of his tongue made people feel like they were very appetizing.

Ellison was a little gentleman now.

He picked up two pieces and put them in his mouth. He didn't like noodles very much, but prefer desserts. Moreover, the noodles with sugar always felt strange.

"The board of directors is willing to accept financing, but how much do you pay?"

"We don't need to control the shares. As long as you distribute dividends, if you choose A-shares, we think we can give as much as you need." Tang Dao said this with confidence. The shareholders of the Eye of the Future are all bosses. It is not easy to make a company live with money? He knows how much Oracle's stocks can soar in the future.

Ellison was filled with thoughts when he heard this. He didn't know what language to express this mood.

"Make this call." Tang Dao wrote down Charlie's phone number, and there was paper on the edge of the dining table. He pulled it down, wrote it on, handed it to the other party, and tapped his fingers gently, "I will contact him, you can just go and talk."

Ellison nodded and looked at the phone on the paper.

Tang Dao continued, "He is the head of my investment company and he will be fully responsible."

As long as the boss gave the order, the money would definitely be paid. Ellison breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't had a good sleep for a long time because of the company's capital flow problem. The mental pressure was very tense, and a string might collapse.

When he was about to say a few good things, he saw someone running into from outside. He also knew Tang's bodyguard, what was Kolik?

The other party said a few words in Tang Dao's ear. Tang Dao's brows tightly, but his movements were very slow. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, and smiled at Ellison, "Sorry, I have something to do now and I need to solve it."

"Okay, you're busy first, I'll call you if you need it."

Ellison stood up and shook hands with the other party, then watched Tang Dao leave. When he walked away, he reached out to ask the waiter to settle the score.

…

"Does France have some weapons to be retired?"

When he got into the car, Tang Dao asked Kolik.

"What we people in France say, including more than a dozen Rafale fighters, as well as the "Java" series helicopters, and several individual weapons, will be held at an auction," Kolik said.

Tang Dao has always wanted to enrich the memory of the Savior Company. French goods have been very hard since the beginning of World War I, and are relatively reliable in Africa and other places.

"Let Mister go there? No, France..." Tang Dao murmured.

"Manuine Company has also contacted us and wants to discuss cooperation with us."

Kolik suddenly said at this time, and naturally attracted Tang Dao. He looked over, "Manuine Company? When did it happen?"

"Half an hour ago, but at that time you met Mr. Ellison, we suppressed it. We would notify you until the auction warehouse came, because the auction will be tomorrow." The little angel sitting in the front passenger seat also replied.

Tang Dao nodded, then he could only go to France by himself.

He had just had a short rest and was on a business trip again. He leaned his head against the seat with a headache, and then rubbed his temples.

“Go directly to the airport.”

Although tired, I still have to go. I don’t know where the whim came from, “Let Jack Lee go to France too.”

He plans to focus on cultivating overseas Chinese who manage corruption within the company. The other party does a good job and reduces the company's economic losses a lot.

"OK."

The little angel responded and said a few words to the driver. The convoy turned around and drove towards the airport. On the way, he also called Jack Lee, who was working in the company, and asked him to arrive in Paris.

After arriving at the airport, I was waiting in the room. At this time, Kolik said he wanted to go to the bathroom. He looked around in the bathroom, stood in front of the urinary pond, and placed water. After he finished, he carried his pants and walked casually. He glanced at the groove in the window and looked back. No one else had pinched something out of his pocket, threw it up, and turned around and left.

Not long after he left, a man wearing a cleaner's clothes came in, took a mask, pretended to clean it up, then walked straight to the window, stood on tiptoe, found a ball of paper, and stuffed it into his pocket.

No one saw this, and even the two of them didn't know who the other party was.

…

After the cleaner walked out of the toilet, he returned to the rest area, took off his clothes, changed back to casual clothes, left the airport, and after leaving the airport, he opened the paper ball, which was a string of numbers. He borrowed the public telephone and made a call. As soon as the other party picked it up, he read out the string of numbers.

"0735,18,3." He hung up the phone after reading it.

And this phone call actually called Dr!

The full name of this is: directiondurenseignentilitaire, which is translated as the French Intelligence Agency. After the translation, this string of numbers is on the boss's table.

Desmond.

Bobic is the new director. He is a typical Frenchman, smoking a cigar. In the office, he is not only him, but there are many people sitting there. They are all very quiet. When they saw someone knocking in the door and looking over, the staff gritted the bullet and handed the number to him.

Desmond looked at it, and his eyes immediately pulled up, raised his mouth, looked at his subordinates sitting upright below and said with a smile.

"Gentlemen, the operation has begun. At exit 3 at 6:00 pm, we will arrest Nicholas!" He paused and then adjusted his emotions. "This mission code: Eagle Catching Operation! Remember, you must catch the one alive, we must let him be judged!"

"yes!"

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Chapter completed!