The second half of the cocktail party ended with a slightly negative attitude.

Originally, Lewis was about to say a few words to Tang Dao, but when he saw Bilson pulling him, and there were many people below who were planning to lean over, Lewis shook his head and left with Albert. When the latter left, he looked at Tang Dao deeply.

He felt that the other party’s idea of ​​being the king of this channel was very good and could make a lot of money.

"Mr. Nicholas, I want to talk to you..."

"Sir, I want to ask, can you sell the warehouses of World War II?"

"As long as there is war, I can sell the wooden sticks." Tang Dao struggled in the crowd, and was still answering the questions, and couldn't smile bitterly, "Gentlemen, we should find a place to have a good chat, rather than crowding here."

Everyone agreed and walked to the rest area surrounded by Tang Dao and kept telling the questions.

When Tang Dao returned to the hotel, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. He was very tired, but his expression was filled with joy.

The group of people was so enthusiastic that they kept holding him for four or five hours, and they were asked to send the dinner to others. Of course, Tang Dao didn't need to be used before the meal. People invited salmon and brandy. This was a professor of success. Tang Dao told the group a lot, which was nothing more than making money with him, and he placed an order first and then shipped the goods, which allowed everyone to maintain a certain degree of adaptation.

Each batch of goods, the Savior Company will send different types of transport aircraft to pick up the goods according to the quantity. Of course, the fuel and labor costs are paid by themselves, but this channel fee of 30% cannot be reduced.

When they can taste some sweetness and increase the channel fee, Tang Dao is so insidious.

"Mr. Nicholas, Ms. Xia is awake."

When Tang Dao was about to walk into the room, she happened to meet the waiter who was taking care of Xia Mo in the hall. She rushed over and said to Tang Dao who was walking into the elevator.

"Ms. Xia?" Tang Dao thought that it was the girl he "buyed" by himself, so he nodded and thanked him gently. After looking at the watch, he said to the little angel next to him, "You have nothing to eat tonight, go and have something to eat, and have a breakfast."

"Okay, boss." The little angel and the bodyguard nodded.

The elevator goes to the top floor. The Wilton Hotel in Montgomery County is famous in Maryland. There are only six rooms on the entire first floor, all of which are covered by Tang Dao. On average, one room costs about 800 US dollars, and each bodyguard has one room. This welfare benefit is also excellent.

Tang Dao walked out of the elevator, unbuttoned the top button of the suit while walking, unbuttoned the watch, stood at Xia Mo's door, hesitated and knocked on the door, Tang Dao still had basic politeness.

There was a drizzling sound inside, and there was a careful question, "Who...who."

A very vigilant girl, Tang Dao tried to make her voice gentle. Of course, he was so gentle to everyone. As long as it was not a matter of interest, the smile on his face kept piled up, "I picked you up in the morning." Perhaps this is the only way to describe it.

There was a silence inside. After about a minute, just as Tang Dao thought he was scared to open the door, the door lock zipped and heard the sound of the door chain being untied. This made him very helpless. How insecure was she? He carefully poked his head out, just right at Tang Dao's chest, raised his head, looked at the latter, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and nervousness flashed across his clean and tender face, "Please...please come in."

This made Tang Dao embarrassed to go in and shook his head, "I'll just stand at the door, I'll just come and take a look." He thought for a while and asked, "I'll buy you a plane ticket tomorrow and send you back?"

After saying this, panic flashed in Xia Mo's eyes. She didn't dare to speak loudly, and lowered her head, "I didn't make money, I can't go back, I want to... stay here to make money."

"This place is not suitable for you." Tang Dao frowned. The other party looked like a person who had not studied for a few years and had a low level of education. The most basic condition for not staying here is that you must have the ability to show off, and a diploma is actually a reflection of ability.

You can't ask those who graduate from elementary school to run a multinational company.

If you ask Xia Mo to go back, maybe Tang Dao can think of the best way. Even tears cannot water Tang Dao's heart. If he can spend money to "buy" the other party, he is actually already soft-hearted. He can't keep an idle person anymore, right?

Just because the other person is a woman?

Don't be funny. Tang Dao only needs a phone call. No matter how beautiful the women in Hollywood are, they will fly to Montgomery County overnight tonight. Those people are more than beautiful than Xia Mo. For him, as long as they can be solved with money, he will not worry.

"Think about it yourself. If you want to go back, tell the waiter downstairs that they will buy tickets for you." Tang Dao didn't have much patience to talk to the girl. The business was exhausted enough, so he left a sentence and walked to his room, closed the door heavily, and locked it!

To avoid the girl chasing her in at night.

Xia Mo closed the door in a depressed mood. After a while, a low sob sounded inside the house.

But no one heard of this. The darkness of the world never belongs to tears. It belongs to money, violence, and doing whatever he wants! When darkness rolls up human nature, then human nature has long been betrayed the light and returned to darkness.

Tang Dao threw the suit on the bed, wrapped it in a bath towel and went into the shower. When the warm water was poured from head to low, it was very pleasant. Close your eyes and empty yourself. Some people said that this was like the Lord's holy water washing the sins on his body, but for Tang Dao, he had no sin and did not need to be washed. His greatest sin was that he was not rich enough.

There is only one sin in the world, poverty sin.

Tang Dao supported the wall and let the water drip. What he should think now is what else can make the Tang "scam" more sound and bring more people in. Tang Dao wants to open an "arms supermarket!"

Let everyone buy it as long as they have money.

...

The next day, Tang Dao woke up at about eight o'clock. Today is the opening of the real defense exhibition. As a special guest, he was going to speak, so he got up very early. The waiter downstairs also brought breakfast, took a few bites, drank a glass of milk, and took the suit from the little angel, and made a batch of them casually, very casual.

He buttoned his hands with one hand and said as he walked, "Are the speech ready?"

"It's ready." The little angel signaled to the bodyguard and handed a folder to Tang Dao. This speech was for the think tanks in the think tanks worked overtime for several days. He had already PASSed several times, but they were not in line with it. The main reason was that they had no characteristics. This time, Tang Dao opened his mouth and read it. Although he was not very satisfied, he still nodded and reluctantly agreed.

As soon as the group walked out of the room, they saw a thin figure in the corridor dragging the ground in a slightly embarrassed manner. There was a bucket of water next to it, which was already turbid.

"What are you doing?" Tang Dao asked with a frown.

Xia Mo, who was squatting on the ground and rubbing dirt, was startled and turned his head quickly. He tried too hard and was dizzy. He staggered and held the wall to better. He didn't dare to look at Tang Dao and shrank the rag behind him.

"Boss, this lady wants to work in the Wilton Hotel, but she doesn't want to accept her, but she says she can work for a month for free, just take care of food and accommodation." The little angel paused to the side and said helplessly, "I can't say anything, I can't stop a lady from working."
Chapter completed!