Chapter 76： : Weak to be bullied?

Tang Dao does not hide his ambition.

The market for mercenaries is too big. According to Russian media reports, at least it can create a market of 100 billion US dollars every year, and these cakes are not afraid of being robbed, because there are 233 countries and regions in the world, all of which can be markets.

As long as you are brave, you will be imprisoned at worst.

Why do you think that Yingjiang has been in the country for more than 400 years and fought for more than 300 years? Isn't it making war money?

There are some things, don't tell the truth if you see it through. After all, many people rely on this to make a living.

Cecilio's expression moved slightly, his eyes seemed to see wealth, "Can I choose to buy shares?"

Tang Dao smiled slightly, and tapped his finger on the table, "Sir, I think we should talk about reality."

Share?

Perhaps in the future, it will be possible for capital to intervene. After all, the game of capital cannot be played by one person alone, but let Cecilio, does he have the status?

"I think Mr. Nicholas, you can think about it again."

Cecilio still doesn't give up. He has always had a good vision. He thinks that the savior company is a treasure, which has not yet been developed. It has complete weapons and equipment, and even has the control support and strike capabilities that MPRI desires. As long as the initial investment, The return will definitely increase exponentially in the later period.

Tang Dao still shook his head, which made the Italian very unhappy, and he almost drooped his face in the ensuing negotiations.

I learned to hide my joy, but I didn't learn to hide my loss.

This kind of person is useless!

The two parties later determined the supply of MPRI. MPRI paid the savior 150,000 US dollars per month, which included various materials, such as vegetables, meat, etc., which required Tang Dao to be transported from the West. The cost itself was high, 150,000 US dollars. The price in US dollars has been considered as a price, but as for the price of weapons and ammunition, there is no agreement. Cecilio just said that he will contact him next time if necessary.

"When you really need it, I will sell you a bullet for 10 dollars!" Tang Dao said with a smile on his face, but he was MMP in his heart.

He personally sent Cecilio out the door, but the latter was still very unwilling. He put his yarmulke on his head and his crutches fell on the ground, "Mr. Nicholas, I think you can think about it again. Quite prestigious, I hope to join forces and say goodbye.”

After he smiled and nodded at John and others, he got into the car. This Audi car is obviously special, and the sound of closing the door is different. It is obviously made of special materials, and the sound of the engine is also very soft. In Tang Dao's eyes walk away.

"Boss, what did he mean just now? Are we going to merge with MPRI?" John asked softly

"Merge?" Tang Daoxu narrowed his eyes, "It was targeted by wolves."

But this rich wolf doesn't know if he is smart or not.

This gentleman still doesn't understand that this is Somalia, not Las Vegas!

Dead, is to fill the bunker!

John understood instantly. The man's face was calm, and he even had time to smoke a cigarette. He just believed that the boss had means, and the Italian must not play himself to death.

Meanwhile, inside the Audi.

Cecilio's face is not as gentle as a gentleman. His old face drooped, his head was lowered, and he was leaning on a comfortable seat, playing with the diamond ring on his left thumb with his right hand. He is a businessman, and a businessman is greedy, just like Edison, maybe he is great enough, but where do you think his inventions come from? If you can't afford it with money, you will find a way to bankrupt the inventor and have to join his company.

Maybe it looks like a small person.

But isn't that business?

In Cecilio's view, the Savior Company is a gift from God, and he must find a way to get him.

"Bell." He suddenly raised his head and shouted at the driver.

"Sir?" Bell glanced at the mirror and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Cecilio smiled again, "It's okay, I just think that Somalia is very beautiful today."

Somalia is beautiful?

Bell looked out the car window, the yellow sand all over the sky, and the almost dry and cracked land, isn't this... beautiful? He and another employee looked at each other, and the latter frowned and shrugged, indicating that he was also confused.

"I'll wait two more days, there will be news in two days." Cecilio murmured.

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As soon as the sky was dawning, and even the sky was only open, Victor couldn’t wait to get up in his cotton-padded clothes, prepared his gloves and mask, and crept down the stairs. Looking back, he found that the door of his parents’ room hadn’t been moved. He took a long breath, and as soon as he opened the door, the hat almost blew away. The cold wind was blowing outside, and it was snowing heavily in Kyiv. The streets outside and the vehicles on both sides were all covered by the school.

"Son of a son of a bitch." Victor gritted his teeth and rushed out through the snow, found his car outside, and then began to lie on the ground, glanced a few times, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Sure enough, I saw a bank card.

He stretched out his short hand, and it took a lot of effort to straighten it out. Holding it in his hand, he ran towards the house ecstatically. After shaking the snow at the door, he rushed towards the sofa impatiently, unloaded Gloves, looked at the bank card, and after kissing, he picked up the landline, pressed the phone, rang a few times, and the other side quickly picked it up.

"Hello? Damn it, what time is it? Who are you, I'm going to greet you MM."

"Pushkin, it's me, Victor, I... have an order for 2 Mi-171 transport helicopters, 3 Hind gunships and all weapons. Yes, I didn't lie to you, this is a big order." Victor Still very excited.

"God, God! Then did he say how much it is?" Pushkin was also very excited, and the drowsiness disappeared in an instant Victor was stupefied all of a sudden, he... seemed to have forgotten to discuss the price with Nicholas Well, he hesitated for a while, and gave an approximate price, "It should be 1 million US dollars."

$1 million? For Victor, it was a sky-high price!

At least the money in this card in his hand can allow him to buy the sports car he wants.

Similarly, Pushkin on the opposite side didn't know, but he felt that the price was about the same, and nodded, "Okay, you can contact him again, and I will go and steal the helicopter from the school with my friends."

Pushkin's father was the headmaster of a juvenile school with the rank of lieutenant general.

They have been planning to earn some pocket money for a long time. With 1 million US dollars, they should be able to buy a lot of Pepsi.

Victor hung up the phone after making an agreement with the other party. He didn't want to look away from the bank card in his hand, and even kissed him. He just jumped off the sofa and turned around, oh shit!

Medevichuk stood behind with a pipe in his mouth, folded his arms, and frowned, "Victor, what are you doing?"

"Father...Father." Victor's face turned pale with fright. When did the old man stand behind him?

"What are you doing?" Medevichuk repeated, seeing the bank card on the other side, snatched it over, and scolded, "What is this?"

"Bank card…"

"I know!"

Victor lowered his head, complaining in his heart, "You know you still need to ask me?"

Medevichuk looked at the back of the card. It was a German bank card. The situation is very tense now, and things from capitalist countries are rarely seen in Ukraine. Where did this card come from? He raised his eyes suddenly, " Tell me clearly, what are you doing?"

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