Tang Dao was very calm and handed over a bottle of liz mineral water on the table, "Take your time, don't be anxious, you look like Clinton is addicted to sex."

The Yingjiang family is in the middle of the general election, and their media likes to stir up trouble. They broke a shocking scandal, and Clinton was addicted to sex.

This became the "joke of the century".

But Tang Dao understood that this guy had the last laugh, and it must be said that the consortium behind him was awesome!

Robert took the mineral water, but did not open it. He pressed it with the palm of his hand. He was very urgent and spoke very quickly, "Boss, Mr. Coffey has received news. He said that almost all tribes and forces have received warnings and are not allowed to enter from the

Savior Company has purchased goods, and two tribal chiefs have already requested to cancel the order."

He didn't say a word before Kofi roared: "Damn it! Did you offend God in Somalia?"

Who knows where that guy got his courage?

Maybe it’s because the US dollars I got are about to go away, and my liver hurts from anger.

“fuck your dad!!”

Tang Dao even changed the gender of the greeting. He looked ugly and slapped the table. His angry face twisted into a furious lion. He was used to being gentle. Does anyone think that I can't lift the knife?

"Who is there to find out?"

Robert nodded, "Bernard Douglas, a Swiss Jew, is very high-profile."

"It's him?"

Tang Dao blurted out, frowned, and the embarrassing outfit and the Mediterranean appeared in his mind, but his face gradually disappeared, and finally it was replaced by Cecilio!

If this bastard didn't participate, I'd chop him into pieces!

"Do you think I'm easy to bully?" Tang Dao raised his head and pointed at himself, smiling cheekily, "Do you still think there are laws in Somalia? Or do you think I'm very timid?"

Robert shuddered, knowing that his boss was very angry, he lowered his head and did not dare to bite.

"Tell Kofi to tell those son-of-a-bitch chiefs that you can't cancel the order. Fak, I sell arms, not milk powder, and find someone to bring Bernard to me. I want to talk to him."

Let’s talk.” Tang Dao stuck his waist and shouted loudly.

"I'll make arrangements right away." Robert nodded hurriedly, and left quickly as if his feet were oiled, and carefully closed the door. Tang Dao walked around the house impatiently, he was now being targeted.

Or…

Do these people in Somalia think they have too much appetite?

They want to kick themselves off the cake?

But have you ever seen a dog spit out the feces in its mouth? Although this description is not elegant, Tang Dao is now a dog holding US dollars in his mouth. If you let him loosen his mouth, he will scratch you to death with his claws.

This is Somalia, this is North Africa!

It's not the red light district of San Francisco, nor the snowy mountains of Switzerland.

Tang Dao stopped, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and dialed a number, "Hello? General, I think... I have an obligation to donate some power to the Hope Project in Somalia."

…

"Ha ha ha ha!"

On Kaljohan Street in Somalia, this is where foreign investors are stationed. Most of them are small shops opened by Italians. When there was no civil war, the business was very good. But after the civil war started, many shops were closed, but there was still a cafe.

Semi-open.

Anyone who knows anything knows that this is Italy's "dark spot".

After all, the mountain eagle was once the "master" of this land.

The deafening laughter rang out in the cafe, unabashedly, even arrogantly!

Bernard and Cecilio sat face to face. The former was holding a cigar in his mouth and crossing his legs. He was very proud and said, "Cecilio, your method is great. I seem to have seen the scene of that damn Asian stamping his feet."

Already."

Cecilio took a sip of coffee, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and straightened his tie, "Nicholas is too proud. I hate being friends with proud people. We have to tell him that this country used to be Italy and it is now. I

I persuaded him to keep a low profile. After all, this market does not belong to him alone, but he refused. Those who do not follow the rules must be taught a lesson."

"certainly!"

Bernard nodded in agreement.

In fact, he is not stupid. Of course he knows that Cecilio must have something dirty with Tang Dao. Otherwise, how could he be so tempted to deal with him?

But what the other party said was right. Somalia's interests were passive, and the US dollars in his pocket became less. Bernard just followed the words of this Italian idiot.

"However, I also hope that you will be careful, because I'm afraid that he will find out about you. He has a group of desperadoes under his command." Cecilio said with concern. In fact, he just didn't want the other party to rush into the street so early.

Bernard nodded, not caring, changed the topic, and asked first: "I heard that you have signed a contract with Edmond Energy Company of South Africa to help them protect their company in Somalia?"

Cecilio didn't know why the other party asked this, so he hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Then you don't want this Asian market in Somalia." Bernard finally said what was in his heart. The Italians immediately understood that this guy was afraid of stealing credit for himself. Although he felt disdainful in his heart, he still wanted to show it on his face.

Put on a very generous look, "Of course I won't compete with you, I don't care about that."

Bernard's eyes were filled with doubt.

If the other party has no benefits, will he be so "dedicated"?

Since the old fox didn't want to say something fishy, ​​he couldn't pry his mouth open. Bernard could only be cautious in his heart, picked up the coffee, and said, "I wish us a happy cooperation."

Cecilio took a sip and glanced at the other party from the corner of his eyes. He originally wanted to get others to join in, but those people didn't have the "courage". He wanted to wait and see what happened, or even say, sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers.

, let them fight and lose both sides.

A pile of mud that cannot be helped.

Cecilio couldn't wait to eat the Tang Dao. He had already given the guy face several times, and it was just to invest in individual stocks. If you don't agree to this, then grab it and do it yourself!

To put it nicely, this is called market expansion, but to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than greed.

If you are poor, you will follow the rules since ancient times, and if you are rich, you will bully your mother.

After Bernard said a few more words to Cecilio, he stood up. The latter sent them out and watched him get into the car and leave.

The fake smile on the Italian's face disappeared and his tone became serious, "How is Bell's injury?"

"The doctor said it was a concussion, but fortunately there was no intracranial hemorrhage." A bodyguard was replaced beside him. He shook his head and quickly lowered his head to answer when he heard the question.

concussion!

Son of a bitch.

Cecilio still remembered that the two guys beat Bell unscrupulously in front of him. It was like a slap on his face, which was so painful that it was one of the reasons why he was determined to kill Tang Dao.

.

This Asian is too high-profile.

Cecilio nodded, and twisted his palm tightly on the crutch, which made the old man look even more cracked. This old guy was thoughtful, especially good at adding insult to injury. Even if Tang Dao found out that he and Bernard

If we meet, what will happen?

Could he still be able to touch himself?

Although mpri's business has not yet penetrated into North Africa, the most important thing is that there is still "cooperation" between the two companies!

Even if they were discovered, Cecilio and Tang Dao would at most hate each other, but at this point, how could anyone look down on the other?

Don't look at Italians as greedy, but they are also shrewd. Are they willing to give up the binding of large interests for the sake of disputes over small interests?

It's like a war.

I kept calling back and forth to my cousin's house.

If we don't kill each other, the overall interests are tied up.

Can…

Cecilio is not good at judging people.

Tang Dao is not his cousin.
Chapter completed!