"Don't pay back the money!!"

In a luxurious villa in Bordeaux, France, there was a very high-pitched and surprised voice. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, I saw three or four men in suits standing, reporting to a blond middle-aged man sitting on the sofa. The latter was old and although the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were very deep, it was not difficult to see that he was definitely a handsome man when he was young.

He is the current executive president of Savior Bank: Sainthbury Maxwell, nicknamed Zebra. I heard that he had a rare zebra tattooed on his abdomen. He is also a banker, with assets of about 1.3 billion US dollars. When Savior Bank was first established, he readily merged his own bank in exchange for 11.89% of the shares he owned.

This should be considered the largest individual shareholder besides Tang Dao.

"It seems that our Mr. Dudaev thinks it's very good to owe money." Sainthbury was not angry. His voice was so high, and he was just surprised. It seemed... no one dared not to pay back the money yet. He was talking about bulk loans. Generally, after knowing the background of the Savior Bank, he honestly paid interest.

You, Dudaev, aren't you afraid?

"Report this to Mr. Nicholas, he will solve it." Sainthbury was too lazy to use his brains on this matter. Anyway, what are the company's armed forces used for? Isn't it just a debt collection? You don't pay back the money, you think it's beautiful.

"We will follow the regulations. When the time comes, we will put him on the blacklist and will not lend him to him in the future." Sainthbury said.

The vice president hesitated and said, "The Chechens' loan was approved by Mr. Nicholas. Isn't it bad for us to block him?"

Sainthbury glanced at him and waved his hand perfunctorily, "It's okay, just follow what I said."

He had his own gossip. He heard that Mr. Nicholas was very dissatisfied with Dudaev and had said more than once in the office that he wanted to stop aiding him. Sainthbury had his own tricks. Perhaps the other party said it to him "intentionally", but he followed the bank terms and blocked the other party directly, and Tang Dao had nothing to say.

Sainthbury looked at his subordinates and smiled, "Okay, go and rest. There is a room upstairs. I'll ask the chef to prepare the meal for you. Thank you for your hard work."

The vice president and others were busy saying that they were fine.

Watching them walk upstairs, Sainthbury crossed his legs, picked up the whiskey in front of him and sipped it. There was still half a fist-sized ice cube inside. After drinking this sip, he felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. He took his cell phone from the edge of the sofa and dialed the phone in his mind.

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"Okay, I understand, you're doing well." Tang Dao was riding a cyclist, wearing a vest, sweating all over. His phone was fixed on the handlebar. Sainthbury's voice came from it. Tang Dao took the towel handed over by the little angel, wiped his face, picked up the phone, and adjusted his breathing. "I'm relieved to take responsibility for the Savior Bank. Also, put the documents that Dudaev owed money and refused to repay on the bank's official website."

Sainthbury was quiet on the other end, obviously thinking a lot, but soon agreed.

Tang Dao asked about work again. At this time, Hurst Theodore walked into the gym. He found a source and hung up the phone, raised his chin slightly, "What? What happened? It's so urgent."

"Boss, Dudaev arrested a group of Russian tour groups trapped in Grozny at 2 pm this afternoon, and killed 7 people on the spot, and then declared that they were betrayers. The Russian front-line troops launched a round of artillery bombardment on Grozny at around 3 o'clock to express their protest. The secretary of Yeltsin's office called and said that Yeltsin was very dissatisfied with our efficiency." Hearst Theodore said so much, and the little angel next to him gave him a bottle of mineral water intimately.

Hurst Theodore also thanked him, held it in his hand, followed the boss out of the gym, walked behind, and closed the door. "According to Mr. Mister's news, the action is already underway."

"Isn't that great?" Hurst said, looking at him, "we can't decide what happens every second. I just need the result. Next time I call the office, you tell them, if they are not patient, ask them to carry the bomb to Grozny, and we can provide tnt."

Yeltsin has no patience at all?

What else is more heartbreaking than launching a coup? I have been able to survive this, can’t wait?

Tang Dao took the orange juice handed over by the servant next to him, took a sip, frowned, "Put some sugar a little next time, thank you."

"Okay, OK." The servant said quickly.

"Don't worry, we are not the only ones who want Dudaev to die now."

Hurst Theodore could only put down the anxiety in his heart, turn on the mineral water, and pour himself a mouthful of it. This accident made him choke and his face flushed, and the water poured out of his nose.

In fact, Mister is the one who is more stressed.

Mister Travis, who guarded Africa for the Savior Company, had a little bald hair. He had a slim head and heavy bags in his eyes. This made him feel that he was overworking and lacked rest.

The situation in Africa is becoming increasingly strange. The mercenary market is currently in charge of the umbrella and South Africa's eO. What other vassal companies like Basalt Stone do not have to worry about the market being seized. Instead, these black people are not at all at ease. The chiefs and priests who use religion to control power outside are pretending to be gods and ghosts. The leaders of some countries are even more treacherous and wars are constantly. Zaire and Somalia have formed internal security forces for them because of their backs on the Savior Company. The number is small, about 2,000 people. The company provides weapons and ammunition and sends people to train them. This is also an advantage. When the umbrella company needs personnel, cooperate unconditionally!

The Savior Company treats them at $10 a day. Of course, it is when helping the company, so these two teams are very dedicated to the Savior.

Several times, Mister felt that the support of his own company was better than founding his own country. Anyway, in Africa, the least valuable word is the word country. Dissipation and establishment are common.

Mister and a group of senior umbrella managers held a meeting in the conference room to discuss the time of their actions against Dudaev.

The person in charge of the umbrella company is Mister, and there are two deputy commanders of the Arctic Fox, as well as the captain of the Death Operation Team, Pound Rodrick and a deputy captain. The other three are randomly sent out every quarter of the Discipline Inspection Department, Sales Department, etc. of the Savior Company. This is to prevent a certain group from having too much power. Of course, Mister was the final decision.

"All of them are here? Okay, what you are holding in front of you is the information you have collected recently. According to the rules, if you read this information, no one is allowed to leave the office except the members of the operation team before the end of the operation. If there is any problem, you can choose to leave." Mister looked at everyone and said.

This conference room is actually very large, about 300 square meters, with sofas, chairs, TVs and toilets. There will be a special person to send food. This is Mister's regulations. If someone disagrees to leave, he will apply to replace the person. Tang Dao is certainly willing to give him this face.

Except for the randomly transferred people, everyone else was familiar with the process and picked up the documents and read them.

Mister said, "Mr. Pound Rodrick, on the last page of your document is your plan of action. No one except me knows it. This action will be handed over to you. The boss attaches great importance to you."

Pound Rodrick no wonder he felt that his documents looked quite thick. He nodded, "No problem, we have prepared everything long ago."

"If you need it, you can tell me that any department will serve you first," said Mister.

"Thanks."

Misty said, "The boss called many times to ask. I'll say it again, don't hold back anyone, let me know who is doing something in this operation, and I will send him...feed the hyena!"

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Chapter completed!