Qualified companies are also "limbing dogs".

Wouldn't this effect come with the "gift" of Il's 76th fanfare? At least Wagner Adele, who is the top rich second generation in Norway, is very happy.

The Savior Company or Tang Dao is the most bottom line!

When Aidid was still in the position of Somalia's president, in order to open up the market, he drove a tank to the other party's birthday party, and then it said: Dear Mr. Aidid...

In a blink of an eye, the other party was thrust.

When it comes to treating customers, the Savior Company is always at the forefront.

When boxes were transported from Il 76, it felt like a soldier Superman was gradually born.

"Major Wagner, this gentleman is the person in charge of this time." A staff member walked over and said with a bald white man.

"Hello, welcome to Norway." Wagner loves the house and Ukraine, and he has a very good attitude towards the people in the Savior Company. Although he has enjoyed higher education, pride cannot help but exude it.

The bald white man smiled and said, "He said that he was Kevin from the transportation department and handed the folder in his hand to the other party. "President Mister knows that you are a loyal customer of our company. He is very happy and asked me to give you a gift. This is the list."

Wagner cares a lot about this, so he takes it, open it and checks it out.

First, Wagner and his family were invited to attend the October Savior Company celebration.

Second, the senior VIP of the Savior Company will give away free annual packages from Liverpool, Rockets and Kansas City Chiefs, and any subsidiary will enjoy a 20% discount.

Third, give away a small private jet! (An-24!)

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Wagner Adale's face was filled with laughter. Although this private plane was not very valuable, about 5 million US dollars, being able to be given a gift by the Savior Company shows that it is a symbol of status.

"Thank you for me Mr. Mister. I am very happy to receive his gift and welcome him to Norway as a guest."

The bald Kevin agreed and after signing the delivery note, he declined the invitation to stay for dinner, boarded the plane and rushed straight to the sky.

"Take all the goods back and take a photo first," said Wagner Adair.

He leaned against a box, and a set of exoskeletons were taken out. Behind him was the entire Bode Airport, smiling and looking happy.

Half an hour later, this picture appeared in Wagner Adale's personal account on Yahoo.com, and there was a very light sentence: If you like it enough, then buy it, 1,000 sets of human exoskeletons that you just got off the plane.

Very good Versailles, which attracted a lot of attention. Similarly, even the Savior Company has paid attention and left a message below: Great! Our next technology product is being prepared, so you can look forward to it~

Below are all asking what product it is.

Some people even made suggestions. If you add some other modes to the exoskeleton, such as an armored warrior with a helmet, can show the enemy's condition, it would be cool. After giving the suggestions, the man laughed and continued, "This is just a dream."

But who knows, Savior Company left a message: Why can't it be realized soon?

This sentence seems to ignite everyone's passion.

Could it be that the exoskeleton of the armored warrior really appear in the future?

Wagner Adale's account suddenly increased by more than 100,000 fans.

Like the first generation of internet celebrities in the Internet era.

Showing off is a "germ" that humans essentially carry. They were always low-key before, but the Norwegian seemed to release Pandora's box, and all the monsters and monsters came out at once.

There are all classic words.

"Don't think about making money, because no matter how hard you work, you won't be as rich as me."

"This life is very fast. You should enjoy your own pain. After all, I can't even enjoy it if I have money."

"Be careful in the next life and find a rich man."

The various ways of showing off this quickly became popular and attracted the attention of some traditional media, and began to report on it.

[Savior Company announces that the new individual armor has entered the experimental stage!]

This title is flying all over the sky.

Someone called Tang Dao's private phone as soon as he called.

Of course, these are representatives of a good identity, most of which are the will of the country, and representatives of consortiums. When they saw that Tang Dao made money, they felt a little thoughtful.

But everyone knows that if you want to use small means, just wait to be brought to the door with a shotgun at home. How awesome is the former president of Boeing? He has just been pressed into the house and is still idiot.

So, you can't force him.

You must learn to treat future friends with your interests.

Therefore, Tang Dao's phone number suddenly increased a lot of people who gave him money.

At this time, Tang was in an open-air restaurant in Geneva, Switzerland. Kantis called him a long distance. The elders at home wanted to see him, and in this restaurant, two couples planned to get out of private place first.

Tang Dao tried to keep a low profile as much as possible, and did not go through the official procedures. He just brought the bodyguard team here. He was afraid that it would be too big, so he brought the little angel and a bodyguard named Priestre Edward. The other party was loyal, and he was also considered an old man who was established in the company. His nickname was: Jishi!

He is the wearer of the royal exoskeleton in the bodyguard team.

Of course, his iron fists were also very hard, and he was originally a sergeant from the British SAS.

The three of them sat in their seats, waiting for the arrival of Kantis, chatting with each other, and occasionally looking at the river in the distance, it was simply too relaxed.

But suddenly a noise interrupted their thoughts, and they saw two well-dressed in the open-air restaurant not far from the open-air restaurant... A San was punching and kicking at a thin body on the ground. The man was wearing blue clothes, like a driver.

And depending on the complexion of the skin, he is also Indian.

The staff next to him rushed out and pulled each other away, but the two perpetrators spitted each other with saliva, twisted the other's head with clean leather shoes, and then shouted, "This is his driver, this is a low-caste man, he is just teaching his subordinates a lesson."

Such rampant words did not get refuted by the people around them. Instead, they looked at them with enthusiasm and pointed. Some people explained to their female companions. Some people couldn't help but laugh, but only Tang Dao saw that the Indian lying on the ground slowly clenched his fists, then let go, and then clenched again... and finally let go.

"Get out of here!" the perpetrator shouted proudly.

The man lying on the ground lowered his head and stood up in a mess. His face was very tender and he didn't dare to look at the eyes of the people around him, so he walked towards the door.

"Hey."

Tang Dao, who had been watching coldly, suddenly spoke and shouted. The other party looked over at a loss and helplessly. When he saw the clothes he was wearing, he was very panicked. This was another noble person.

"Come here and sit." Tang Dao patted the chair next to him.

The other party hesitated for a while, then looked at the owner in the distance bragging to his friend, shrank his head, and Edward walked over, like an eagle catching a chicken, and took him over, scaring him to his feet, thinking that he was another "adult" with special hobbies.

"Are you very unwilling to give up?" Tang Dao didn't know where to start. He just saw that the other party was at least not numb to life. He learned to clench his fists and had to learn to perform it. But at least, his heart was not dead, just like his self who was embarrassed for money.

The Savior Christ on the top of the mountain in Corkvado overlooks the world and all living beings. In front of him, all the joys and sorrows may be no big deal, but we are in the world after all!

Perhaps, this is also considered a "Holy Virgin Heart".

When you stand on the top of a mountain, I look down on all living beings like Christ, all in the calamity.

Facing Tang Dao's inquiry, the other party was just indifferent.

Edward and the little angel were anxious when they watched from the side, but not many people dared to face the boss's words without any hesitation.

"May I have your name?"

Now the other party reacted, "Gubuta."

The name is used by Shudra.

Tang Dao responded vaguely, "I have heard a story that a white tiger appears every hundred years in the tiger race. He will break free from the shackles of the race and look for the grassland it wants." He said, asking the little angel for a business card and handing it to the other party, "If you need it, call me."

Gubuta's hands were trembling when he received the business card. He raised his head, his eyes were full of scarlet. He whispered thanks and then ran away in panic. Seeing his horrified appearance, he looked like a chicken trapped in a cage. He could only watch people pull their companions out of the cage, then break their stomachs, and watch their intestines tear off, throw them on the ground, and eat them by wild dogs.

Tang Dao raised his cup and smiled at the little angel and Edward, "Come on, pay tribute, this world full of unfairness!"

Gubuta ran to the garage and sat down skillfully in a grocery room below. He was very satisfied that he could follow the director to Switzerland on a business trip. He had seen the outside world. In the village, he was "people-minded", but every time he went far away, he could only stay in grocery rooms. A place like a hotel is not something that a lowly person like him could go to.

Holding his knees and being with the mouse, Gubuta looked at the business card on his knees. Because his hands were dirty, he could feel that the business card must be valuable.

Even himself feels inferior.

But from that Asian, he saw respect, no, it was not respect among classes, but regarded himself as a person. He could not feel that kind of treatment at all.

Gubuta suddenly cried and couldn't control her tears. He hated his father for giving birth to Sudra. He hated the other party for leaving him and died very early. He hated even more that the family that was asking for excessive demands was not as good as a dog.

Grocery room…

Only worthy of the weak crying.

In the suite that costs tens of thousands of dollars a night.

It is the stage for the strong to vent.

"Gubuta, I want to live like a person."
Chapter completed!