Chapter 509： : Mistress? Do you want to bomb her?

Xia Mo had a very long dream. In the dream, she saw curling smoke rising from the mountain village with green mountains and green waters. She was grazing cattle, standing on the edge of the cliff and looking longingly at the other side of the mountain.

She wants to get out of the mountains.

It sure is wonderful outside.

Then the picture changed, and when she came home, she saw her grandmother talking to a group of men and women. When they saw her, several people showed different expressions.

Grandma told her with a look of reluctance that if she followed the couple, they would let Xia Mo see the sky outside.

but outside...

It is the numbness of cannibalism and the darkness of depravity. A little warmth and cuteness are especially ridiculous in this society.

Grandma, it's really wonderful outside.

Xia Mo slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the ceiling. The array of patterns made her think that it must be very expensive.

There was a scent in the air, and Xia Mo, who hadn't eaten for a long time, suddenly felt hungry.

"Ma'am, you're awake."

Xia Mo heard someone beside her say in a gentle tone, and slowly turned her head, and saw two well-dressed Caucasian women standing beside her, looking at her with a smile.

"How do you feel? Need to call a doctor?"

Xia Mo's mind is still blank. Most importantly, she can't understand English at all. After being tricked into being a "pigboy", she is not allowed to speak, otherwise she will be discovered.

The two white women looked at each other, and one of them bowed down and translated into Chinese, "Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"

"What is this place?" Hearing the familiar voice, Xia Mo finally asked, very weak and timid.

"This is the Wilton Hotel."

Xia Mo didn't know or heard of it, but she scanned the environment of the room, it was definitely not cheap, she remembered that she seemed to be following a young man, but she fainted when she stood up, and she didn't know what happened after that.

"Who sent me here?"

"Mr. Nicholas, he has something to go out, let us take care of you, you can order anything you need." One of them said with a smile.

They are looking at the reward of 1,000 US dollars per person, and money is the best service attitude.

Nicholas?

Xia Mo cried out in a low voice, did he buy herself? What will that be used for?

…

At this time, Nicholas had already changed into a formal suit, and was walking around the reception held by Lockheed.

Most of the people here are arms dealers. Of course, the scale and grade are also different, but they are mainly small and medium-sized companies. There are very few companies with a major influence in a continent like the Savior Company at this reception.

That's because Lockheed has held the "reputation" of the world's number one arms company since World War II, which makes many ambitious companies feel uncomfortable.

For example, Grumman Corporation, Raytheon Corporation, there is a certain degree of filth among these bigwigs.

Lockheed doesn't have the slightest sense of crisis, they are more like "technical men", you continue to make fools, I will follow my own ideas.

Patriot, F16, F22 and other high-profile products are produced in this way. In fact, the most important thing is that one-third of the Pentagon's annual procurement budget belongs to Lockheed.

Then the rest of the people can only divide the others, who can bear this? Your appetite is too big, which is unbearable, so there are often conflicts in private, such as grabbing orders, which happen from time to time.

The Savior Company is labeled as Lockheed, and this is the struggle between the chaebols.

Tang Dao took the red wine and found a corner to stay. He only came to the reception to save face for Lewis, which didn't mean he was going to cater to them now.

Messianic Corporation, no need to cater to anyone now!

"Mr. Nicholas, Mr. Lewis asked me to invite you up." The waiter came over and said softly. Tang Dao nodded and responded. Under the leadership of the waiter, he walked towards the second floor. There are some important tasks up there. When walking on the stairs, many people below have noticed it.

"Who is this? Asian? Do you know each other?"

"No, no, I haven't seen it before, I don't know very well, you see him walking to the second floor."

A group of people lowered their heads and whispered to familiar people, but no one knew Tang Dao. I don't know whether to praise him for his low profile, or to blame those people for their lack of knowledge?

Tang Dao actually complained a bit. Will the reception be divided into upstairs and downstairs? There is no sense of public experience at all, and this will create a gap between people. Of course, this is just a suggestion. Standing on the second floor and looking down, this person's head can still satisfy people's sense of vanity.

On the second floor, there were only a few people. When Barry Lewis saw him, his eyes lit up, he called Tang Dao over, hooked his shoulder affectionately, and said to the other people on the left and right, "Come on, I'll give you Let me introduce, this is the Nicholas you often ask!"

The others looked at him thoughtfully, but kindly.

"The King of Africa!" A middle-aged man with blond hair stretched out his hand and introduced himself, "Elbert Charles." This man is a bit handsome, and he was definitely handsome when he was young. affinity.

Elbert. Charles?

Tang Dao has heard of this name, an artillery expert, a lifelong consultant of the French Ground Weapons Industry Group, a special engineer of the German Rheinmetall Company, and a judge of the North American Artillery Design Competition. He is a relatively well-known research and development expert and a senior engineer of Lockheed.

It would be wrong to simply think that this is a pure developer. He is still a doctor of psychology. According to what he once said on TV: a successful weapon designer must understand the user's mentality.

Of course, when Tang Dao saw this, he thought it was fart. What kind of mentality could he have when he fired the gun? Could it be possible to hold back? However, the other party is indeed a talent, his first thought was whether he could poach him? But looking at Lewis next to him, he still dismissed this idea.

"Mr. Elbert is too flattering. We are just doing a small business in Africa. Sometimes the situation is bad and we lose money. The King of Africa is just scolding me." Of course Tang Dao waved his hand and refused to admit it, even if you knew , I can't say it like that, I always have to keep a proper low profile.

Albert also just smiled, and Lewis introduced the other people below to Tang Dao, some of them were Lockheed's high-level executives, and only a few were peers, but under Lewis' nose, everyone just showed appropriate Anwen, and left each other business cards.

"Nicholas is a meeting today, you can have a good chat with them, they are all very reliable people, besides, doesn't your company need more sources of goods?" Lewis said.

"In fact, what our company needs more is research and development talents. If a company wants to develop, only its own competitive products are the best. Of course, I don't mind if I have more goods on the container in Africa, but I think It's better to cooperate." Tang Dao glanced at Elbert and others, jumped over, looked at several colleagues and said, his voice was not lowered, it was so loud that everyone on the second floor could hear it.

"What business??" Lewis asked curiously.

"I think this requires more people to participate, such as the gentlemen on the first floor." Tang Dao pursed his lips, "After the reception, if you can, please leave me ten minutes. I want to explain my plan. Of course, everyone can make money."

he smiles...

Looks like a Down's scam

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