Jack Ma looked at Tang Dao in front of him suspiciously, wondering why he suddenly called him over?
Tang Dao was very polite, pointing to the opposite sofa to ask him to sit down and talk, and then asked someone to pour a cup of coffee.
"I heard you say before that you did fake B?"
"That was a long time ago. At that time, I was ignorant and only wanted to make quick money." Xiao Ma replied, his eyes twitching slightly. This incident is not a good memory. After his brother and family were involved , died unexpectedly, even though four or five years have passed, it still hurts in his heart. He looked at Tang Dao, "I want to be a good person now."
"Then do you think I'm a nice guy?"
Tang Dao pointed at himself and said with a smile, pressing the cigar in his hand into the ashtray, looking at him and asking.
This really confused Xiao Ma, who didn't know how to answer, so he hesitated and nodded, "Good man."
"About 71% of the firearms and weapons in North Africa are provided by me. They use these weapons to start wars, and thousands of people die every day. Do you think I am still a good person?"
Brother Xiao Ma frowned, not knowing what Tang Dao meant, so he could only **** up his ears and continue listening.
"I'm bad, I'm a big arms dealer, I'm teaching people to kill! But at the same time, I donate millions of dollars to Somalia every year for humanitarian assistance and the construction of a basic medical education system. I'm also giving They hope that after a while, I will hold a charity auction, and I will personally set up a foundation for relief in Africa, and maybe for some people, I am God again."
Tang Dao's tone faltered a little, and he said firmly, "Then tell me, am I a good person or a bad person? Your question is too naive."
No matter what the relationship is, what matters is actually the interest.
Countries and countries, people and people, and even animals and animals, all pay attention to interests, and those who are useless should be eliminated.
It's just that in some industries, this concept of the jungle is more straightforward.
And the law is the means to fix your interests, the best way to maintain the rights and interests of specific classes and protect the safety of ordinary people.
Strictly speaking, Tang Dao is a businessman.
"I need someone by my side, come and help me." Tang Dao didn't want to go around with the other party, so he said directly.
"Huh?" Little Ma was surprised, why not, "I still have to take care of my sister."
"Send her to study, all schools in Boston can go to school, people need knowledge, only knowledge can change fate, let her see more, the tuition fees are borne by these companies."
It is simply too simple for Tang Dao to send a person to school.
Charlie is a shareholder at Boston University…
Brother Xiao Ma's eyes lit up. He felt that this was true. Knowledge can change one's destiny. If he had gone to college, would he still be making counterfeit money? I am afraid that maybe I am a professor now, or the management of a large enterprise. My childhood dream is to be a teacher, and my life will be different.
Of course, life is always full of weird corners, otherwise why would it be called a fuck.
"I need someone who can do things by my side. Follow me and you won't suffer."
Tang Dao has already said so, if he still refuses, then he is ignorant of flattery.
Brother Xiao Ma nodded decisively.
"Okay, you will follow me from now on, Secretary, Secretary!" Tang Dao patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, then tidied up his collar, looked at his wrist, walked behind the table, and took out the He took out a packing box with a trademark he had never seen before, and he put it on the table, "Here is a watch, someone gave it to me, you can wear it, and also, if you have a chance to learn how to operate a weapon, you The pistol you held last time was really not standard, and when you return to Somalia, I will let you drive a tank."
Brother Xiaoma smiled helplessly in his heart. To be a secretary requires both civil and military skills.
Since the watch on the table was a gift from the boss, he was not polite. After thanking him, he didn't care about it, thinking it was an ordinary watch, and the price was too high.
In fact, the name of this table is called.
"Louis Monette!"
…
Ferdinand got his wish and lived in a single room.
There is a personal toilet, a wide bed, and even a small bookshelf.
He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, listening to the footsteps of the prison guards who were fading away outside, then jumped off the bed, propped his knees, waited for a few minutes, put on his slippers, went to the toilet, and knelt on one knee On the ground, he rolled up his sleeves and frowned, holding his breath as if he was enduring thought pain, and stretched his hands in from the squatting hole, groping around.
Finally, at the gap in the card slot, I took out a small section of bamboo that was only a few centimeters thin, and stood up, my knees were a little numb.
After washing it with tap water, he wiped off the water stains with his prison uniform, then put his feet on the ground, and crushed the bamboo with his body weight, so as not to make a sound. There was a small note inside, could he be in a hurry? Pick it up, squint your eyes, and let the pupils focus, so that you can see more clearly, and you will see a small string of numbers written on it, according to the arrangement in your brain, just one sentence.
"Danger!"
These two words seemed to remind him that Ferdinand's complexion suddenly turned ugly, indicating that something was wrong with him.
He stared.
Just when his brain was still muddled, he heard footsteps at the door, he hurriedly threw the piece of paper into the pit, and rushed down, watching the paper twirling a few times on the whirlpool, he was a little bit I was in a hurry, I really wanted to grab it and eat it. Under the vicious and nervous eyes, the paper finally went down, leading to the Pacific Ocean.
Boom boom boom.
A prison guard stood at the door and knocked on the door with his baton, "Ferdinand, someone is here to see you."
Someone watch yourself?
Aren't all the people I knew died?
Did God put them back?
Although I was surprised, someone came to see me as the best, and my mood was similar to that when I was out. (I have a deep understanding).
He followed the prison guards to the meeting room. This prison is still very humane, and no one will be specially arranged to watch, but the surveillance is watching you and telling you not to do something illegal. This is the treatment of light criminals.
When Ferdinand entered, he saw an old man with white hair, dark skin, maybe of African descent, and a pocket watch pinned to his neat suit. He looked like an old gentleman.
"You are?"
"Mr. Ferdinand, hello, I am the personal lawyer of Mr. Alden Blatnas, you can call me Isaac."
kindness? ?
God **** Alden, daddy...
The expression on Ferdinand's face was very dumb.
Isaac was very straightforward, and took out a lawyer's letter from his briefcase, "Your behavior has seriously damaged Mr. Alden's reputation, and he filed a lawsuit against you."
Now is completely confused.
I'm still in jail, so you're going to sue me again?
Isaac looked at the other party with his eyes straight, "Please put it away, I'm sorry to disturb your life, I wish you a happy life."
After the old gentleman finished speaking, he took his crutches and left.
Didn't Ferdinand say a word in all the ways? His mind was completely blank.
Who can tell him what happened.
"Mr. Marvel is looking for you." The prison guard came in, pulled his handcuffs, and led the way.
"Hey, sir, may I know what happened?" Ferdinand asked hurriedly after regaining his senses.
"Congratulations, you should be famous!"
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