Chapter 281： : Trust is the cheapest

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Marin Locke even psychologically used such words to evaluate Mellon Lowell and others.

Of course, he didn't mean them themselves, but he was talking about this matter.

It seems that he has not realized that he is not alone, nor is he a lamb with no power to fight back. To a certain extent, he can also give an effective fight back. When Marin knew that there were members of the KGB among Charlie's bodyguards, he was the first to I wanted to send it to the CIA, but I turned around and thought, with the style of those people, they will definitely stare at it, trying to catch bigger "fish". Isn't that indirectly protecting Charlie?

Sometimes it's easy to make a decision, but it's a bit of a chore to wipe your **** for it.

Mellon Lowell lowered his head, flicked his fingers on the glass, and said nothing, but looked at Jack Kennedy from the corner of his eye, hoping that he would speak for him. up.

But the same Jack Kennedy is not an idiot.

Although Marin Locke doesn't care about things, he has a high reputation in the consortium. Many times the decisive direction is for him to "eliminate noise" and lead everyone out of danger. Of course, if this fails, he is a sinner, but he succeeds Yes, Marin is also considered a "think tank".

Even in the "Fortune America" ​​newspaper, Malin Locke was selected as the 45th most powerful brain.

This list incorporates all the tycoons in the American business world. Of course, it does not include some perverted scientists. In terms of IQ, they have always stood out from the crowd, but even so, they can still boast.

Rubisian has a better relationship with him, so he is not too afraid of Marin. He frowned, and moved his **** with a little difficulty, his stomach was directly against the edge of the table, dragging his hands, his breathing was disordered and a little short.

"You should go to exercise. I don't want to see you in the hospital next time. The doctor reminds you that your health is very dangerous." Marin said in a deep voice.

"What does the **** doctor know? I understand my body myself."

Rubisian said impatiently, his eyes drooped, and his eyeballs rolled down. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his breath, "I only care about whether there will be less dollars in our pockets. You know, the consortium is not The four of us."

Although the Boston consortium is owned by four companies, the four of them are just spokespersons!

There are too many playboys in the family who rely on this for food...

Rubisian has vaguely heard dissatisfaction with him within the family, and believes that there should be a proud bloodline. This is Boston, Massachusetts, not Hanoi in Southeast Asia!

"You guys actually know better than me..." Marin Locke didn't seem to like to continue talking about this topic, so he made a final decision, "If you can't kill that Asian in one fell swoop, you'll just wait for revenge." After finishing speaking, he put his hands together Standing on the table, stand up, "Go on, I'll go and see my daughter, she will be preparing for the exam in a few days."

In his eyes, perhaps Catherine is more important than business.

Seeing Marin walk into the back room, the faces of the three people were not very good, and Lupicien directly wiped out the delicacies in the basin!

"Let's go." Mellon Lowell put back the suit on the chair and pulled off his tie.

He has to dress so grandly for a simple meal, and he is the only one.

Jack Kennedy pulled out his chair and followed. Rubisian wiped his mouth, paused, shouted towards the back room, and left.

inside the house.

The wife held Marin's hand and looked worriedly.

The latter smiled, stood behind her daughter, touched Catherine's right cheek, and said softly, "What are you doing, do you need my help?"

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It was cold, rainy and humid outside the villa.

Mellon Lowell and others came out of the door, and the bodyguard opened the umbrella naturally, but maybe, he was really unlucky, the leather shoes slipped on the steps, and Lubicien exclaimed He fell heavily on the ground, but fortunately, he landed on his butt.

"OMG! OMG!"

Jack Kennedy was also taken aback, and quickly helped him up, "Man, how are you doing?"

Mellon Lovell looked very painful, clutching his buttocks, and gritted his teeth, "I really want to bomb this **** place!" After finishing speaking, he pushed away ungratefully. The other party, supported by bodyguards, got into the car, hit the accelerator, rushed out as if venting his anger, and splashed puddles.

"He's very unhappy." Rupithian seemed to be talking to himself. The words were a bit useless, but Jack Kennedy turned his head and just met the other two people's eyes, then nodded silently, "I will persuade him .”

"Marin will not harm us."

Jack nodded lightly, uninterested, got into the car, and opened the window, "I will go to South Africa after a while. I heard that the Asian is also powerful there. I will take Melon to have a look."

Only what you see is real!

They're all gone, leaving only Rupisien standing at the door, squinting his eyes.

"Boss, are we leaving?" the bodyguard asked in a low voice.

The fat man looked back at the villa, "Let's go." He carefully descended the steps and got into the car.

There are always animals on the grassland who like to fight. In addition to the strong eating the weak, the stubbornness and fighting in the bones are also a big factor.

Are humans not animals?

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boom!

There was a loud thunder that made the ears slightly deaf.

Standing on the edge of the balcony, Tang Dao in a shirt, with his right hand in his pocket and a cigar in his left hand, exhaled, squinted, watching the thunder snake boiling in the sky, the dark clouds engulfed Boston, and the entire city was shrouded in darkness.

The world will always belong to light, but before justice comes, darkness reigns supreme!

The little angel stood behind her, holding her hands solemnly, and said softly, "Boss, the arrangements are made."

After a while, Tang Dao responded.

Of course, Mark Lee cannot be reused. The rules of a group must be very important. How can you rise to the top without an inch of merit? If it is a talent, Tang Dao is not blind, he will always stand out among a group of stones, he is arranged to work in the consortium building, and his main business is to run sales.

Borrowing Charlie's influence in North America, the company's business has reached into Mexico and other big flour countries. For this reason, Tangdao specially promoted a group of old people who have followed him for a long time, and expanded the market with a stable personality. This is the sales level of The, Of course, the person in charge is still Tang Dao.

Internally, he prefers to be called: "Theagent".

agent!

This is the advantage of the consortium, which combines channel sharing to form a bond of interests.

It is no exaggeration to say that under the huge arms empire with North Africa as the main head and other regions as the auxiliary, Tang Dao and others can bring at least 1.7 million US dollars in profit every day! After Ermaozi's military factory gets on the right track, this profit can be expanded several times.

An arms tycoon is slowly rising The eyes of the hooligans will come to see him sooner or later.

It's just that they are so huge now that they don't bother to step on an ant, but when they find out that this ant can make soup, everyone will bite.

So, now is not the time to stop.

"Let someone find out about Mark, and I want to know all the news." It's not that Tang Dao doesn't trust the other party, but... never trusts anyone.

Never take your trust too cheaply.

This is what the society told Tang Dao.

Anyone will deceive you. Under the background of interests, the human brain is numb.

"Okay, boss." The little angel responded, took a peek at the other party, and then quickly lowered her head.

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