Chapter 232： :idiot

Boston's climate changes rapidly, and it's not uncommon for temperatures to suddenly rise above 85 degrees Fahrenheit for several days in a row. Summers are hot and humid, while winters are cold, windy and snowy. There is even snow in May and October, which of course is extremely rare.

But there is a little snow in December.

Tang Dao stood outside the balcony, holding a glass of red wine, looking at Boston, which turned white overnight, like a snow castle in a dream story.

A stream of heat from behind is set off on the back, which makes people slightly warmer.

After taking a sip of red wine, Tang Dao hissed, it's so **** cold.

"Boss, Mr. Ben Longfellow is awake."

At this time, the little angel knocked on the door and came in and said, and moved half of his body away. The tired boy was standing outside, his right eye was still covered with gum, squinting, and he looked like he was not awake.

"Good morning, sir." Tang Dao walked in from the balcony, still looking at the other party with a slightly gentle look.

When Ben Longfellow saw him, he put on a dirty face, sat on the sofa unceremoniously, crossed his legs, looked at the little angel, "Is there any coffee? Why are you so rude when entertaining guests?" ?”

The little angel looked at Tang Dao, the latter nodded slightly, and the former poured coffee in a muffled voice.

"How was it, how was your rest yesterday?"

"Why am I here?" Ben Longfellow asked, frowning. He still has a headache, but he just remembers that he seemed to be very high yesterday. He drank a lot of wine, and the back was broken. He couldn't think of anything specifically. stand up.

Tang Dao raised his head and looked at him, his eyes were still clear, and it was a bit like the tone of the elders teaching the younger generation, "In the bar, there are people who dare to plot against you. You treat him as a friend, and he treats you as a fool." While talking, he threw a contract on the table and tapped the cover a few times, "If Mr. Charlie knew that his hard work was going to be sold so cheaply by his son, maybe he would be even more angry. "

Ben Longfellow had sporadic memories in his head. He picked up the contract and glanced at it twice. His face suddenly became ugly, and then he rolled into a ball and smashed it on the table angrily, "Fuck! Damn Jesse!"

This Jesse may be the name of the green turtle.

"What about the others?" Ben Longfellow raised his head, frowning and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, maybe at home, maybe in the hospital." Tang Dao spread his hands.

in hospital?

Ben Longfellow's eyes flashed, and his tone was filled with surprise, "What did you do to him?"

He also hoped that Tang Dao could teach the other party a vicious lesson.

But Tang Dao just smiled, pulled the contract aside, and changed the subject, "Are you short of money?"

This is actually nonsense!

Back then, Charlie froze the other party's card in front of him. Asking this question was nothing more than wanting to see Ben Longfellow's expression as if he had eaten shit.

Sure enough, the other party didn't know how to answer, but the eyes clearly said three words.

NMP!

"I have a business to cooperate with you." Tang Dao asked.

"Why don't you find my father, he is better at doing business than me."

Ben Longfellow looked like a little brat, whining and picking dirt under his fingernails.

"I think you can do better than Mr. Charlie." Tang Dao said in a serious tone. The former paused his hand, but then raised his head and his eyes lit up, "Are you serious?"

They are almost thirty years old.

Still so naive!

But living under the protection of Charlie, he has a clear plan for what he will do next, and his trajectory from childhood to adulthood is almost unchanged, which is one of the reasons why he is still so rebellious at this age.

There is a saying that the rich are not more than three generations old.

Even if this next generation has experienced higher education, if there are no qualified personnel, it will be a defective product.

For Tang Dao, Ben Longfellow is a defective product, but the value lies in the fact that he is unique and eager to show his talents. Maybe this is not good news for Charlie, but Tang Dao likes to be with him. Such people cooperate.

No background, no brains!

Of course, even if you want to plot against the other party, you have to act very deeply. He took out a cigar and threw it to the other party. Ben Longfellow wanted to refuse, but he doesn't smoke, but Tang Dao said, "Man! There are non-smoking ones, try this flavor, it’s really great, don’t tell me, you don’t know how to smoke.”

Although the latter is full of five poisons, but this cigar...he has never smoked it. He hates the smell of smoke. After taking a sip, his stomach feels very uncomfortable. He braced himself and pretended to be disdainful. Smoked!"

DMs are legal in Boston.

This stuff is very common in bars, and you can even be in the alley of the train station at night, and someone will ask you, "Hey, buddy, want some goods?"

But Tang Dao is more willing to describe the other party's words as a kind of stubbornness.

Slap.

Ben Longfellow lit the fire and put it in his mouth. He didn't know how to smoke, so he swallowed the cigarette directly, almost choking to death.

"Cough cough cough..." His face was reddened.

Tang Dao crossed Erlang's legs, lit the ash in the ashtray, squinted, "You know what business I am in, I want to cooperate with you, I am going to open another leather bag company to buy weapons, but you know There are too many peeping people in this industry, and it is often not convenient for me to come forward, so I want you to go to Ukraine instead of me, and the time is set in a week."

Ukraine?

That was the territory of the Soviet Union.

That place is still somewhat unfriendly to Europeans and Americans.

He even called the place in the American media: "The land abandoned by God."

Said that the other party's country is completely messed up, and beating, smashing, looting and burning can be seen everywhere. Of course, Ben Longfellow also has his own judgment. He has grown up and only knows that the US media is an idiot organization, and even the government's foreign agencies are also idiots. There is a dog who is smarter than those people. Of course, this is his personal opinion.

"Don't worry, I will send someone to go with you, safety is absolutely guaranteed, and we also have colleagues in Ukraine, including negotiations, these will be handled by someone, all you need to do is eat, drink and have fun, this matter is successful, I can pay you $3 million! What do you think?"

Tang Dao is too bright. If something happened to Kurt, the FBI must be watching him. There may be dozens of people watching outside this door.

Man, being good-looking is a mistake.

"3 million..." Ben Longfellow murmured, he was still very moved, Charlie had frozen him too hard, and now almost everyone else is paying the bill, which made him blush even though he was already self-conscious.

"Actually, I heard that Ukrainian women have good taste."

As soon as Tang Dao said thisBen Longfellow nodded directly, "Okay! But I must ensure my safety."

"Don't worry. Don't let Mr. Charlie know about this, or..."

"Don't worry, I know it." The other party waved his hand impatiently, "I won't let that old man know, uh, by the way, can you pay me in advance?"

With such cooperation from the other party, Tang Dao was too embarrassed to refuse the request, and directly wrote him a check for 200,000 US dollars. Ben Longfellow took the check and kissed him, and left with a smile on his face.

"Boss, we don't need to give him so much money." The little angel opened his mouth and said.

"He's worthless, but before his father, before his surname, Longfellow... can still be worth hundreds of millions of dollars in Boston."

Tang Dao took a sip of the coffee and felt that it was a little too sweet, which was not his taste, so he put it back on the coffee table.

For 3 million US dollars, buying a thigh is still a good deal.

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