"Lihui, tell your dad, Mr. Tang, do you want to set up a bank?"

Wu Changsong grasped the point, his eyes were shining, his left hand was holding the table, his body slightly sideways, and his back was facing Zhang Xiyuan, and he said softly.

Of course, Wu Lihui understood what his father thought, and he was his own child. He whispered, "Sir, did ask Jack and I to draft a plan for establishing a bank, but Dad, I don't have much to say now. It may be a bit difficult for you to participate in this business. I know, it seems that the Boston consortium here will also have shares. It's too big and you can't play with it."

"Are you so unbearable to your father?" Wu Changsong felt that his son was so blunt, and he curled his face in disappointment. He also knew that Tang Dao really didn't like his own wealth, but he couldn't help but be curious, "Where is he going to drive?"

"Maybe it's South Africa, maybe it's in Goryeo."

"Goryeo?" Wu Lihui thought of the bastard, known as the largest country in the universe. He had been there. He has developed well in recent years. The four Asian dragons, but his eyes always felt that the other party had restrictions on its development. After all, the population is too small, the land is too small, and the ability to sustainably develop is not strong. Wu Lihui originally wanted to do some business in Goryeo, but he couldn't get in.

That place is Samsung's territory.

There has always been a saying in Goryeo that birth, death and three stars are inevitable for Goryeo people.

Want to start banking there...

Isn't this equivalent to being a Superman in Mexico?

But of course, Wu Lihui wouldn't ask so much, so he just responded casually, "I'll discuss it with your Uncle Zhang." After that, he hung up the phone.

"Lao Wu, what's wrong?" Zhang Xiyuan poked his head outside and walked in and asked.

Wu Lihui repeated the conversation just now with him, "We have only less than 500,000 US dollars left in our company account now."

They almost emptied their old foundation, and the exclusive sales rights made them sell their houses, cars and assets. Zhang Xiyuan's family even had a big conflict with him, thinking that he was crazy. Isn't this life good?

These properties are enough for their family to be rich, with millions of dollars and tens of millions of dollars.

But Zhang Xiyuan said, "I'm not old yet." He sold the company despite opposition!

The impulse that others think is the excitement that he actually wants more.

Zhang Xiyuan gritted his teeth and said, "Lend another three million!"

"His interest rate is too high." Wu Lihui said with a frown.

"We have no other way, we can only build up the pillar industry of Basalt Stone as soon as possible, or we will all starve to death."

He is indeed a lunatic.

But people who can work with lunatics have extreme personalities.

Wu Lihui just hesitated for a while and nodded in agreement.

…

"I'm going to go to Goryeo."

Tang Dao was wearing a sportswear, a baseball cap, and a sip with a sports drink in his hand, and said to General Hassan, who was dressed in the same clothes beside him.

They made an appointment to play golf together, of course there was no Mogadishu. The previous gymnasium was bombed during the Civil War, and only a small golf course was painted inside the Savior Company.

This is also an entertainment activity.

"So anxious?"

Hassan, with a beard all over his face, turned his head to look at Tang Dao, and his tone was surprised. Of course, he knew what the other party was doing. He had already held a short meeting before. Tang Dao, Gibbs and Hassan planned to use Somalia's official trading ship to smuggle this batch of goods. This batch of goods was airlifted from France to Somalia.

The signing recipient is Gibbs.

This business cannot be kicked out. As for Hassan... more interest binding is required to ensure the savior's survival in Somalia. The other party is not Aidid, and he does not have Aidid's ambition. At present, the cooperation is pleasant, and of course I also hope he is smart, otherwise, all the energy to throw it into him will be wasted.

War and violence are just a way, and Tang Dao enjoys peace.

"I want to go and see the market in Goryeo." Tang Dao said with a smile. It is true that such a batch of goods does not require him to do it himself, but he wants to see who the purchaser there is and whether there is any entry point for cooperation. The French people didn't know what was going on, so they directly refused his request to meet and said that Gibbs was their only agent.

Fuck!

Is this old black man so hard in background?

Although Gibbs did not show anything during the meeting, he was as stable as an old dog, but Tang Dao was full of curiosity.

"Goryeo is not very safe, bring more people," said Hassan.

"What's wrong? What happened to Goryeo?" Tang Dao couldn't imagine that the other party would say this. Is there a more dangerous area than Somalia? Maybe in the future, the green territory will be very messy, and all monsters will go.

Hassan shook his head, "I don't know, isn't this the favorite thing you Chinese people say? Bring more people."

Tang Dao was full of question marks, but he looked at the other party and laughed.

"Thank you for your concern, I will bring some people there. I'll ask you to help take care of my industry here."

"You're so kind, hahaha."

Hassan hooked Tang Dao's shoulders and raised his chin slightly, "Go, let's go?"

"Of course, I'm very happy."

Tang Dao smiled and responded to the challenge. As soon as he was about to come over, he saw Brother Ma running over, "Boss, phone number."

"who?"

"Mr. Charlie."

Tang Dao nodded slightly and said embarrassedly to General Hassan, "Please wait a moment, General." The latter shrugged and expressed his inattention. He walked towards the parasol next to him and picked up the chilled red wine.

"Hey, good afternoon, Charlie, my old guy."

"Good afternoon, Nicholas." Charlie said quietly, as if he was feeling unhappy and didn't hide it, and said very directly, "I heard that you are going to set up a bank and are planning to invite those from the Boston Consortium to join?"

I didn't expect that he had a news so quickly.

"Yes, there is this plan."

"Oh my God! God, why don't you tell me? Do you think I can't participate?" Charlie said this very strangely. Why did he notify you? But he was completely shameless. Tang Dao's ability to attract money is too strong, especially the investment companies established by both parties. The several plans he named have received very considerable rewards, including several stocks...

So when he heard that Tang Dao was going to run a bank, he thought it must be a good way to make money.

"Uh, man, this doesn't necessarily make money. And, I'm not going to do public banks, but private banks."

According to the service classification of Western banking industry, the first category is public bank, which does not limit the scale of customer assets; the second category is VIP bank, which has customer assets of more than US$100,000; the third category is private bank, which requires customer assets of more than US$1 million; the fourth category is family heritage studio, which requires customer assets of more than US$80 million.

Finally, the fourth category is almost in existence and legend.

That level is not something that Tang Dao can enter at the moment. What is needed more in family inheritance work is the foundation, not the explosive household. Of course, if you have money, your temperament will also rise, and all temperaments are linked to money and material things.

How can you treat money as dirt?

That's because I really can't make money.

What Tang Dao needs to do is the third type, private banking, which is more similar to butler service.

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Chapter completed!