After the convoy arrived at the Somalia base safely, Mswati III was amazed again, and exclaimed at the umbrella employees training on the playground and the neatly arranged female deer formations.

It's like a person who has never seen much of the world.

Mainly, Swaziland is too small in the world pattern. Will a few hooligans invite him? Other European countries are busy dealing with votes themselves. Who cares about you, a small country with only more than 10,000 square kilometers and a population of only one million? The most important thing is that you don’t have specialties.

Therefore, few countries will invite visitors.

This time, the Okashi government originally planned to find a few "partners" before the African Union Joint Conference and gathered together at the meeting, but Libya, Egypt, South Africa, etc. don't look down on you, only Swaziland responded. Do you say, brother, I'm just by the way, don't take it seriously?

Oh, on the spot, both sides can fight.

So this meeting was held.

Someone would arrange accommodation for Mswati III and others, and Tang Dao wanted something more important, but as soon as he was about to leave, he was stopped by the "Tang Maru". The other party smiled and said, "Do you have time to sit with me?"

Well…

Can you wrap the "carpet" on your body? What's going on with your shoulders exposed?

Tang Dao paused, nodded with a smile, and walked into the room.

"Sit as you like." Mswati III pointed at the sofa.

This seems to be my own territory, right?

Mr. Tang didn’t waste so much time. He said directly, “Sir, do you need my help if you have anything to do?”

According to etiquette, you should call the King, or His Majesty Mswati, and it doesn't seem very formal to call Mr. Tang Dao, but he felt awkward. If your name is Gaddafi, maybe he would shout that.

Seeing Tang Dao ask, Mswati III said his thoughts in the car without hiding it, saying that his country is poor, but after all, it is also one of the civilizations of mankind and needs to be able to protect his people from gaining stability in this world where extremist organizations are rising.

“I hope you can help me form a more modern army.”

Never seen such a shameless person!

Think of yourself as a philanthropist?

Tang Dao shook his head without thinking, "I'm sorry, our company does not have this business at the moment."

Mswati III's smile froze, and his face turned red, but it was not obvious and he was still working hard. "Are you unwilling to do this little busy?" He looked unhappy. He had never been rejected.

There is a festival in Swaziland called Reed Festival, which originally meant a ritual for girls, but with the efforts of the two kings, it became a concubine selection competition. Mswati III's father also had more than 100 wives, so there was a reason for his early death.

Later, Mswati III felt tired of it, not because he was tired of women, but because he felt it was boring, so he began to go to the local high school to force the girl. Such a person had long no idea what fear was, and he had to get what he wanted.

Tang Dao didn't say anything, just looked at him, then raised the corners of his mouth, then looked at the other party and said, "Sir, what benefits can we get?"

He said this directly, no matter what king you are, is it important to have US dollars?

But don’t underestimate the brain capacity of Africans. Gambia dares to tell the bear that “the nest is tender and stacked” and dares to roar loudly with rabbits. This place has always been a brain-dead person.

So, when Mswati III heard Tang Dao’s retort, he was stunned, “You are a friend of Swaziland, shouldn’t this be it?”

What is the reason for this?

Tang Dao thought the other party was a child who had not grown up, but he still had to be patient with customers. "This really doesn't work, but we can lower the price for you. Just the Mi-8 helicopter, we have a better card-27. It looks like the Swaziland map. How about we sold 1.5 million US dollars, and how about giving you 900,000 US dollars? This is my greatest care for my friends."

Card-27, the market price is about US$800,000!

Tang Dao is really reluctant to let himself suffer when he treats his friends.

"I saw your army on the road, and I want their weapons," said Mswati III.

"Yes, if you really need it, I will ask my staff to come and quote you. Don't worry, what I gave you is definitely cheap, but I am not the only one who has the final say in the company." Tang Dao lies, too lazy to bother with this guy, so he found a reason to come out.

Hurst Theodore and the little angel were waiting outside.

"I'll find someone from the sales department to come and discuss business with them." Tang Dao said to the secretary, then lowered his voice, "Risk them a 50% increase in price."

Hearing this, Hurst flashed his eyes, looked at the boss, understood, and nodded in agreement with a smile.

"Let's go to the office and continue talking about what's wrong with Mister."

...

598 Montgomery Street, San Francisco!

Savior Company flagship store!

Next to it is the famous Pan American pyramid. You can shout it on it, maybe you can hear it in the whole of San Francisco. At this time, a team of more than a hundred people gathered at the door, holding flags and slogans, shouting and protesting.

The slogan says: Human exoskeleton is the wrong choice!

"It will cause humanity to regress and lose the instincts it should have."

Then there was a skull, which was roughly a skeleton that resisted human exoskeletons. There was a dictator No. 1 in this store, which was of course huddled in a transparent cabinet and was just for display.

There is no idea where the rumors came from recently, saying that human exoskeletons will make humans dependent, and then people will stop walking by themselves. Isn’t this going to degenerate?

This is still a demonstration called: The Tech Explosion Alliance launched. This organization means that it does not use high technology!

It is completely necessary to send people back to the Stone Age.

Originally, this kind of ordinary boycott would be fine, but this was getting more and more intense. Mister and the company found something was wrong. There must be public opinion behind this. Otherwise, how could there be such a lot of financial resources in the newspaper to have such publicity?

Several experts even said that this was leaking state secrets and demanding a thorough investigation of the Savior Company.

Is this what you can check?

How many members of the company are there? How many political families? How many military generals? FBI doesn’t have the courage, but this still brings people’s emotions to another level.

Mister is not an idiot either, who can’t fight public opinion?

I spent 7 million US dollars to book the San Francisco TV's prime time at night. What should I do? I will explain scientific reasons to you, invite professors from the University of California, Berkeley to teach every day, and ask them to talk about the importance of human exoskeletons to social development.

San Francisco congressmen, celebrities and others were also invited to stand up for the company, and used public opinion weapons to fight back against the "Technology Explosion Alliance" is a puppy tempted by a bone. Perhaps the owner was thinking about when to sell it.

Four of the publishers who said on Yahoo that the fallacy of "human exoskeletons have murder" were sued to court, demanding that they compensate the company for its reputation of $2 million!

You will lose all your money and will never give up if you don't sue you.

Under Mister's strong means, the wind direction was obviously changed, but the indented fist was the most painful to hit. Therefore, in order to stabilize the situation, he directly led people to stay in San Francisco.

Boston is the old nest. There is no need to be afraid of public opinion. Local partners will kill the trouble. After all, San Francisco is a big city, especially close to Silicon Valley. Its commercial importance is self-evident. Even when the civil exoskeleton is really successful in the future, the press conference is planned to be here.

Standing by the office window on the second floor of the flagship store, looking at the people shouting below, Mister smoked and felt that they were sad. He couldn't even understand himself and was still considering the comfort of the world.

"Go to the next door to call milk tea and send it to them. Don't call me dead at the door of the store, I'll treat them." Mister said to the secretary.

The secretary nodded, waited for a while, and saw that he did not give instructions, and left.

Mister wore a black shirt with white stripes today. He looked quite tough. He leaned against the table and pressed the cigar into the ashtray with his back hand. He breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to sit down, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Come in."

"Sir." The one who came in was from his bodyguard team. "The identity of that person has been found." He said that, handed over a document.

Mister reached out to take it, and the person who poured himself with nitric acid on it.

Buck Ernest, 35, lives in Philadelphia, and is divorced. He has a son, 17 years old.

The above said that when he was 20 years old, he was sentenced to two years for robbery. After he came out, he joined a company with a club background, but he committed another incident. He went in for 4 years and finally fought with someone in prison, causing the other party to be disabled. He was sentenced to another nine years in prison and just came out.

"He's just released from prison?" Mister said with a frown.

"Yes, he was just released three days before the attack on you," said the bodyguard.

This background check looks like a very normal garbage recycling guide. When the other party pours nitric acid, he still shouts the word "capitalist" in his mouth, which looks like he has a hatred for the rich. Could it be that this is really an ordinary attack?

Sherlock Holmes said that the more normal the event, the more abnormal it seems.

Mister looked at his background three or four times, and finally found a problem. He pointed to the company he joined after his first release from prison and asked the bodyguard, "What kind of company has this been checked?"

The bodyguard suddenly felt embarrassed.

"How did the investigation department do it? Let them see the background of the company. Is there no one in prison to meet? This Buck Ernest died before he went to the police station. Check it out, what backgrounds are those policemen? Do I still need to teach me?" Mister slapped the table with dissatisfaction.

"I'll make arrangements now." The bodyguard shrank his head, and was scolded and covered in blood.

Mister usually has a good temper, but when it comes to work, he seems very serious and takes the people around him very strictly. He looks at the bodyguards a little fleeing and frowning.

I stood back to the window and saw employees from the milk tea shop downstairs delivering milk tea to them. Many people almost started fighting because they didn't get the first batch.

What kind of trash people are these?!
Chapter completed!