Tang Dao received many calls, most of which were "comforts" him, and a few of them were probably here to ask him what he was going to do.

Tang Dao simply said this problem.

"Tell me the murderer, I'll do it myself later."

I, Mr. Tang, almost lost my life here. If you tell me not to cause trouble, then don’t cause trouble?

Ahhhh!

Who has such a big face?

How do you think of yourself if you have thousands of brothers under your command in the future?

Even if you are the King of Heaven, you will not give me any face!

He locked himself in the hotel and bought the entire hotel. The price was twice as high as usual. No one saw him, just waiting, and he was still leisurely and elegant to read the book. Shakespeare's "The Story of Winter" always cultivates his sentiment. Of course, the most important thing is quantum calligraphy.

Wow...

He finished reading a book in less than a quarter of an hour, lay on a recliner, looking out, if there was a dog or a cat at this time, maybe this was the life he yearned for, which was funny. He had never considered this before. When he was studying, he thought, study hard, and then make money, and live a superior life. Isn’t studying just to make money?

Is it still to serve the society?

Yes, who said that serving society can’t make money?

When the savior company becomes bigger and bigger, the business becomes wider and the pressure becomes heavier, he even wants to have a meal for two people in one city and walk his dogs in the sunset, but now he thinks that he is too luxurious.

Isn’t the willful efforts just for the vain youth that will take on later?

Do you regret it?

Tang Dao's eyes reflected mountains, rivers and rivers. I'm afraid that only when he is alone can he express a trace of human nature?

"Oh..." He sighed long and stood up, "Damn it, I'm hungry!"

The words he talked to himself that had been brewing for a long time suddenly collapsed. He was not a pretentious person. He was just about to go to the restaurant when a knock sounded at the door. Licock walked in and held the door handle with his right hand, "Boss, there is someone outside who wants to see you, he is an old man."

"?Where did it come from?" Tang Dao asked with a frown.

"He refused to say it, but I think he should be a social slut." Licock's eyes were so vicious that he could see something.

Licock is not an unspoken person. Many people who want to see Tang Dao asked him to drive him away, but he always felt that the old man was very dignified and followed a few Jianjiazi next to him. He obviously had a good status and was unwilling to offend him, so he came up to ask the boss first.

Tang Dao pondered for a while, and he knew what Licock meant, nodded, "Please go to the restaurant and let the chef make some simplicity."

"OK."

Tang Dao walked downstairs and walked towards the restaurant. He followed the bodyguards around him. Chefs were already busy. These chefs were invited from Italy, and even the air in Bangkok was filled with distrust.

After sitting for about three or five minutes, he heard footsteps. He raised his head and saw Licock coming over with some people. In front was an old man in Zhongshan suit, followed by a few big men, with fierce eyes, and it seemed that he was not easy to get along with.

Tang Dao still respects the elderly very much. This is basic politeness. He stood up and said, "Welcome, old man."

"Oh? Do you know who I am?" Eighth Master asked with a smile with a raised look on his eyes.

"Hahaha, we are all guests from afar. I don't care who the other party is. Just know who I am." Tang Dao laughed a few times, very cheerful, and this sounds comfortable.

The old man responded and introduced himself, "I and Mr. Tang are also my own family. Tang Ba. If Mr. Tang gives me face, just call me Ba.

Will he be able to make money from Tang Dao now?

Are you a brother?

Just because you are old? You have a big tumor.

Tang Dao smiled, "Old Mrs. Tang is polite, come, please sit down."

When the Eighth Master heard that Tang Dao didn't follow him, he was stunned, but laughed for a while, then nodded and sat down. This kind of hero who started from scratch was not willing to be brothers and brothers to him in a word. It seems that there is nothing that can make the other party afraid of being afraid of him when he is old. Of course, this fear is also fear of lying on the ground suddenly.

The eighth Master adjusted his mindset and put his crutch beside him, "I have been famous for Mr. Tang for a long time. I have some industry in Africa. The guy below said to you, but this." He gave a thumbs up, "I am the most curious about young heroes, so I took the liberty to come to my door, which is considered to be annoying."

"Haha, there are amazing heroes in every era. Tang is just lucky. God will give you some food and will not starve to death."

"Mr. Tang is too modest."

"Old Tang, I'm afraid it's not just to meet me." Tang Dao was also very direct. At this time, he sent an appetizer, a pickled vegetable of Xiaodie. He picked up a piece of it with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. It was sour and sweet and tasted good.

Eighth Master is an old man. If he doesn't understand the truth, Tang Dao is not that easy to talk to. He should occasionally learn from young people, learn to pretend, twist his right hand slightly on the crutch, and laugh out loud, "There's really something." He stretched out his hand and hooked it, and the young man with eyes behind him walked out and said respectfully to Tang Dao, "Mr. Tang."

"I don't hide it. Mr. Tang, I have been in Southeast Asia for decades and have given some face to call Eighth Master in the world. But now this era is getting better and better, and I have never made any progress. This is my grandson. I want to learn some skills from Mr. Tang. If I don't obey, I will beat and scold you. If I scammers are just doing it, I can just break my hands and feet and throw it out. What I, Tang Ba, said is accurate."

Tang Dao paused, and at this moment, a bodyguard came in at the door and said a few words to Licock. The latter looked at Tang Ba, then walked to the boss's ear and muttered a few times.

The Eighth Master didn't say much, he knew that the other party must have gone to investigate his identity just now.

I went to check it out so as not to say that Eighth Master is a liar who cheated on food and drinks.

"Oh? It turns out it's the Tiger of Tongwan, and the juniors are abrupt." Tang Dao looked at the old man and said, of course, this is just giving him the face of the organization behind him. Even if you are a gangster, you are just a gangster, of course you are just a higher seniority.

This Tang Ba is not actually a real name, but his family is poor. He is the eighth child. He was 14 years old and was fighting with others outside. He was a fight. He has some names and is also famous in Southeast Asia. He can be regarded as a decision-making person. The Tiger of Tongwan was just the first name at the time. His boss was caught by someone. Tang Ba, who was only 15 years old at the time, rushed into a nightclub with a slash and slashed 11 times at the time, and later broke through the siege. Many people admired him at that time and sent him away for two years. He was the youngest person to talk to him when he came back.

But the older you are, the more "kind you are".

Moreover, he runs a company, is a broker, sells everything, and makes some money. But when he is old, he really has an interesting thing. He likes to make friends with young heroes, then give money, give people, make convenience, and get good connections. He has a good reputation.

I just didn't expect that this is coming to find myself.

"Old Tang also knows what I do. My business is not very safe. Look, I can still be chased by someone here." Tang Dao pondered and spread his hands and said.

"This wealth is in heaven. If they die accidentally, they will not have the life and cannot force it." Tang Ba said, "My grandson is also a little capable. Ru Pei, tell Mr. Tang."

Tang Rupei?

This name is elegant.

It sounds like culture.
Chapter completed!