From Deborah's words, he heard that Deborah was serious.
The other side is serious.
Deborah is really trying to pull Marco out of the current chair of NASA!
Sure enough, there will be no forever friends in this world, only permanent interests.
No matter how close a friend is, he will be powerless in the face of interests.
"Hoo!" Thomas took a long breath and said, "Deborah, what's your plan?"
Plan?
Ha ha
You may not believe it. My plan is "you"!
Of course, to return to think, Deborah can not say.
Once he said it, he was worried that Thomas would run away.
"Thomas, I can't make myself clear on the phone for a while. Let's talk slowly some time. What do you think?"
"Yes Thomas nodded and said, "I'll see you at 5 p.m. tomorrow."
"No problem!" Deborah nodded heavily.
Contentedly put away the mobile phone, Dai Bole's face showed a touch of light smile.
After this phone call, he gained a lot.
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put away the mobile phone, and Thomas's eyes gradually narrowed.
Although Deborah's phone call was inexplicable, Thomas also heard a lot from it.
Deborah wants to get Marco off the horse, even if he is more than one person, and there are many people who think the same way behind him.
And Deborah found himself, in large part, because he and malcolt disagreed for a long time!
Even when Marco came to power, he opposed it most fiercely.
"Maybe it's an opportunity!" Thomas's lips opened and murmured in a low voice.
Who doesn't want to sit in the chair of NASA?
Even Thomas is no exception, he has a lot of ambition to show
Thinking of this, Thomas took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the phone: "Tyler, it's me, Thomas, qinluo. Have you heard about it?"
"I don't think Marco is fit to be president of NASA. What do you think..."
……
Time flies.
Almost a day passed in the blink of an eye.
That afternoon, Deborah came to the seaside restaurant early to wait for Thomas.
4.40、4.50、5.00、5.10……
Seeing that the time has exceeded the agreed time, Dai Bole's brow could not help wrinkling.
But he did not get up to leave, but patiently continued to wait.
Finally, another ten minutes later, Thomas appeared in his vision.
Thomas is a middle-aged man, about 50 of the most, relatively older than Marco.
He was wearing a black suit and glasses on his face. When he saw Dai bole, his mouth showed a faint smile.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Deborah."
"There's a traffic jam on the road..." Thomas said with an apologetic smile.
Dai Bole waved his hand and said with a smile: "it's OK, it's OK. I just arrived, didn't I..."
By the way, Mr. Thomas, shall we order or talk first
"Let's talk first." Without any hesitation, Thomas said directly, "we'll settle the matter first, and then we'll be in the mood to eat."
"Yes Deborah nodded and said, "Mr. Thomas, do you speak first, or I?"
"After you."