Shakespeare finally felt the kind of unyielding defeat in the bones of this Asian who came out of Poland. Perhaps, this seemed rude to him, but in the other party believed that this was called resistance!

Compare the royal family with the dog.

This made Shakespeare, who was a "royalist" faction, staring at Tang Dao, "This is impolite at all, or did you have never received modern higher education?"

"I am an honorary alumnus of Stanford University, an in-service PhD at Boston University, and an honorary president of the East African Higher Education School... and also the African president of the Ivy League Alumni Association. I want to ask, what is your academic qualification?" Tang Dao is not at all losing.

These names were all "find" by him after he became the richest man in the world.

When you have money and power, academic backbone is a joke. If you donate more than 60 million US dollars to Stanford every year, you are an honorary alumnus. Tang Dao donated 3 buildings and 1 laboratory, which is about 140 million US dollars!

What organizations and institutions do you think can reject such excellent "graduates"?

The so-called limited edition and card appearance are just for ordinary people, and for rich people, they are not rich enough.

Shakespeare's cheeks were twitching.

Can't you say something nice?!

Must be particularly tough?

Two men were like lions guarding the territory, constantly roaring and roaring. Ms. Joyce and Condise on the side were a little helpless. Logically speaking, the former had part of the royal bloodline, although they didn't like the word "Tang Dao".

But after all, it's a diamond worth tens of millions of dollars!

As long as you have money and have dogs in your blood, you are not scolding yourself.

Kantis quickly grabbed Tang Dao and softened him in his ear, then ran to Shakespeare and pulled his arm. His daughter's coquettish act was still available. The latter's expression was a little slow, but he still knocked on the table and said, "I will not marry my daughter to a usurper!"

This is also the so-called pride of the developed world!

Even if Tang Dao is rich, in his heart, the descendants of these Celtics are relatively tough. Look at the surrounding partners of Switzerland. On the west is France, where the strongest army in Europe is; on the north is Germany, the initiator of the Franco-Prussian War and the two world wars, and the war madman in Europe; on the south is Italy, this dishonest man who wants to join in the fun all day; on the east is nothing, but beyond Austria, Hungary is the powder barrel of Europe's Balkans.

In this embattled geographical location, peace has been around for decades.

They have developed the tenacity in their bones, able to gain a foothold in Europe, but have not been destroyed, and have more or less "flaws" in their personalities. They are either crazy or fools, and to a certain extent, they are no less than those monsters in Southeast Asia.

But Tang Dao's temper is also very bad, but he did not refute it with a fantasy rebuttal, but just leaned back, "I don't agree, you, the Swiss royal family, dare to marry Kantis?"

How true is this? How false is this?

But it is good to use it to install forks. The Swiss royal family is low-key, but it does not mean it is easy to bully. If this is spread, it is not accurate. There will be a lot of dirty things between the savior company and the other party.

But if you say that Tang Dao doesn't have this ability, it won't be that the brotherhood under his command and the tomahawks of the Mao family rely on him for dinner. These people can't stand it if they make trouble on the streets. What if they all go to the United Nations headquarters in Geneva to sit in meditation?

Everyone is famous together.

Moreover, there must be a brave man under heavy rewards. If the royal family gets married and finds someone to give me a million dollars, do you think someone will help the bomb commit suicide?

There will be many such people!

So, when he heard Tang Dao's harsh words, the atmosphere in the room became quiet.

Finally, Tang Dao smiled, took out the check book from his pocket, and placed it on the table, "Write a number, I must marry Guitis."

Shakespeare smiled angrily, but his wife came calmly, holding her husband's arm, gentle women always bring respect to people. She smiled and said to Tang Dao, "We should ask Jiantis to respect her choice."

Both men thought it made sense and looked at Kantis.

Love can sometimes make people lose their heads. She looked at Tang Dao, then looked at Shakespeare, and said in a low voice, "Dad, I really like Nicholas. I want to be with him. If I don't fall in love with him, maybe I will lose my happiness."

Shakespeare was stunned and frowned. He still loved Tiss very much. After all, he was a only daughter. He just didn't like Tang Dao's work and tone of speaking. I can't say a few words to you? Let's decide the winner in words?

He didn't think about what his identity was, even if he was his father-in-law, he was not qualified to say it.

"I don't care, you can do it yourself." Shakespeare stood up and left unhappily. Only Tang Dao, Contes and Ms. Joyce were left in the restaurant.

"I'm sorry, I won't keep it anymore. I love Kentis and I sincerely love her. I will give her happiness. I have the ability." Tang Dao seemed not very good at dealing with such things. After apologizing to Ms. Joyce, he was about to leave.

"I'll go see him off," said Kantis.

The two walked side by side to the door, without saying anything during the journey.

"That's how my dad is... don't mind."

Tang Dao smiled, "My temper is not good, you can rest early on yourself."

Wang Dies nodded, hugged her boyfriend and kissed her, watching him get in the car and leave, but he didn't see a shadow standing by the window on the second floor. A small flame appeared and disappeared from time to time, like a fire thorn of a cigarette butt. He looked at the far away Rolls-Royce and said nothing.

The little angel sitting in the passenger seat saw from the rearview mirror that the boss's face looked very bad.

They looked at each other with Edward who was driving, but they didn't dare to speak out. The boss was obviously in a bad mood. They could hear the quarrels inside outside just now.

"parking!"

"squeak!"

Edward immediately stepped on the brakes, Tang Dao pushed open the door and walked out. As soon as the little angel was about to follow, he pressed the car door, "I'll walk by myself." After that, he inserted his pocket and walked along the road.

This is not very prosperous street, with pedestrians scattered and exercisers riding at night. The greenery on both sides is planted with various trees, and even the balcony is covered with flowers, which is very fresh in the air.

Tang Dao walked aimlessly, and Edward drove a car and followed slowly more than 30 meters away, and behind him was the bodyguard's nanny car.

He suddenly stopped, turned his head to the right, and walked up the stairs.

"Come to Group A, get out of the car and follow the boss." The little angel said with the walkie-talkie, getting out of the car, and four people got out of the car behind, and nervously chased after him.

As soon as I reached the halfway point, I stopped.

I saw the boss standing on a platform with seven or eight people sitting around, and a wandering singer was singing with a guitar. It was not very professional, but he was singing Richard Max's classic old song "This Love Is Waiting".

I heard that this poem was written by him to his dear fiancée.

Tang Dao was like a loyal audience. Standing in front of the singer and listening to him singing, everyone around him was out of place. At the singer's feet, an old golden retriever was curling tiredly, but his ear was gently slapped, as if... listening.

The dog has been with the owner for a long time and has been an audience for too long.

If Tang Dao needs to, he can listen to the piano music of the masters in the Golden Hall of Vienna and watch the performances of the world's top conductors. However, it is more of an arty behavior to himself. Why is the music so touching?

Just because, at some point, it just happens to enter your heart.

Resonate with you.

At the end of the song, the singer looked at Tang Dao with hope.

"great."

Mr. Tang smiled and commented, took out a check book from his pocket, wrote a string casually, and then tore it off and handed it to the other party, "Thank you for your performance, sir."

The wandering singer was stunned. This was the first time he saw someone give a reward with a check. He took it, looked down and his eyes widened, and then counted the zeros in disbelief.

"100,000 US dollars?!"

He raised his head in panic, trying to call the other person, it must be that he wrote it wrong, but the original audience in front of him had already left, his eyes were full of confusion, but he couldn't help but feel excited. He wrapped the old dog beside him and pinched its soft flesh, "Man, we... can go home."

The old dog's eyes also flashed with memories.

The prodigal son who has pursued his dreams outside hopes to go home. How many times can he not hold on, but God is here.

The wandering singer immediately put away his guitar and tools, and someone who was familiar with him shouted and asked why he finished work so early.

"I will never come again. This place has come to God."

This sentence is very irrelevant, but if you want to continue asking, the singer has already left.

At this time, Tang Dao climbed up the steps. It turned out to be a mountain. After he came from that platform, there were fewer passers-by. In the end, he could not hear any other sounds under the steps except for the chirping of the nameless bird in his ears.

After walking for nearly 40 minutes, I finally arrived at the top of the mountain, which was not high, but standing looking at Geneva in the distance, the light and shadow at night appeared and disappeared from time to time under the obstruction of the leaves.

It turns out that the higher you climb, the fewer people can see the scenery with you.

Sometimes a cold wind blew, blowing across the boy's cheeks, and a little fatigue and helplessness might appear in the corner of his eyes. This hard oligarch showed his youthful confusion in this unknown mountain.

It turns out that even if you are rich enough, you can't buy some things.

Doesn’t Shakespeare’s attitude mean that?

No father would marry his daughter to a warlord from Africa.

In the great cause of the world, they are lonely and lonely.

Young, young, man... difficult!

Tang Dao narrowed his eyes, suddenly raised his hand, and then suddenly roared as if he was venting his eyes. There was an echo in the mountains, which lingered into his ears, and it also shocked the flying birds.

"I'm so tired." He suddenly said this when he said to himself.

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Chapter completed!