Chapter 558： : For peace!

Tang Dao is a character who can do what he says. After discussing with Valentine and others about the division of shares and powers, he started to work.

The first thing is to find an office location. If you have money, are you afraid you can't find it?

Rented a storefront on Wall Street, more than 2,000 square meters, and then poached people, and poached their vice president from KPCB Venture Capital Company!

A German Jew, Ferrer Norton, born in 1955, graduated from the Stern School of Business, ranked first in the world in terms of financial subjects, and ranked first in the world in the list of on-the-job MBA programs. There are many talents, including American Express Chairman of Finance, Chairman of First Boston Bank of Switzerland, and later Nobel Prize winner Robert Engel.

His salary at KPCB is more than two million US dollars a year, plus commissions and dividends.

And Tang Dao asked the headhunting company to negotiate, 3.5 million US dollars a year and 0.2% of the shares in dividends, 8% commission!

In fact, this did not impress Ferrell, and the fundamental factor that made the German resign resolutely was that the investment company called Future Eyes had a lot of money behind it. According to inside information on Wall Street, most of the big bosses inside were A super rich man worth billions of dollars, and most importantly, Fairer wants to prove himself!

He can take a new company to the top of the world.

Ferrell agreed, but he wanted to meet the boss behind the scenes, so on a clear and bright afternoon, he met... Charlie.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ferrell." Charlie said with a smile, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, he was also a little curious. After all, he will be the one to contact him directly in the future. As for Tang Dao?

The manipulator behind the scenes never needs to step down, all he has to do is delegate power and trust.

Charlie handed over his property in Boston to his nephew, and he wanted to serve Tangdao wholeheartedly. Of course, he did not participate in the direct decision-making of the investment company.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Charlie."

Ferrell also observed this "boss". He was a smart man. After thinking about the rumors on Wall Street, he knew that the man in front of him was actually a spokesperson. But his cleverness was that he never thought that such a People don't respect.

The wisdom of the Jews is that they never say a word of nonsense, because they think it is a crime! They are wasting their lives like wasting time. Every word they say is pursuing life and material yearning, which is one of the reasons why they suffer from hardships. No one likes caring Jews very much, right? But as one of the only two most intelligent races in the world, they have tenacity in their character.

"This is the company's first investment project. The big boss personally appointed it. You just need to contact them. Everything will be taken care of."

Charlie handed him the investment contract, and Ferrell opened it in surprise. Yahoo was written on it, which made him think about it. This is a well-known unicorn company on Wall Street. Professionals think that after it goes public, , can definitely create several super rich people.

Can such shares be taken down by Future Eye?

Ferrell was a little surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, it is expected that an investment company that can attract attention before it even opens on Wall Street must have his blockbuster capital.

"We believe in your vision. We will transfer 20 million US dollars to the company's account in the first quarter. If you need additional investment, you can tell me and I will help you apply."

This company, this boss, if Fei Laier doesn't make some achievements, I'm sorry!

With a mouth of 20 million, he can invest in companies that already have stable income and are seeking to go public.

"Leave it to me." Ferrell nodded confidently.

"I just like chatting with young people. I am envious of your motivation."

Charlie leaned back. The bamboo and rattan chair was very comfortable. He smiled and praised, and snapped his fingers at the bodyguard beside him, "Let the waiter order some afternoon tea."

This is going to be a long talk.

Ferrell suits his taste very well. He is talking about appearance, which is very profound. These three views follow the five senses. Research shows that seeing handsome or beautiful people can make you feel much happier. (Isn't the person who sees me very happy? No wonder every young lady laughs.)

And Ferrell is also the kind of person who has both quotients online. Facts have proved that smart people also have high EQ. If the other party speaks annoyed, it's just because he doesn't want to talk to you too much.

The two chatted for a long time, and they were going to have dinner together, but Ferrer suddenly had something to do, so they had to cancel it.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Charlie." Ferrell was still apologizing when sending the other party away, Charlie shook his head indifferently, and said very gently, "There is still time later, please contact me directly if you have anything to do."

"goodbye."

Ferrell waved his hand and got in the car to leave.

Charlie put his waist on his waist, and said with a smile as if he was talking to himself, "You are a satisfying young man. I hope we can cooperate for a long time."

At this time, Ferrell, who was also in the car, was sitting in the back seat.

He looked out of the window, and he also thought a lot. The old man said between words, work hard, the organization will not treat you badly, don't have any other ideas, of course, this is what Fei Laier came up with.

This time it's a meet and greet.

It should be more friendly.

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Eastern Europe, Ukraine.

Hitchcock Warehouse!

"Invert...invert...invert..." Someone commanded the fork to move the large cargo into the transport plane, like some parts.

Thousands of tons of weapons and ammunition are piled up in this warehouse, which is regarded as one of the main supply bases of the Savior Company. The finished products of many factories will be shipped here. In order to prevent any problems during transportation, as a giant crocodile and in the The high-ranking Andreyev will send an army escort, with live ammunition armored vehicles escorting the front, rear, left, and right, followed by transport vehicles, with more than one platoon of combat teams on it.

Of course, the savior company is willing to pay a "salary" of 300,000 US dollars per year for this.

As for where the money went, Tang Dao didn't care.

Moreover, in order to prevent corruption among internal employees, the interviews are very strict. Similarly, family backgrounds will be re-examined every quarter. Things related to weapons can be said to be very serious.

The warehouse occupies an area of ​​about 8,000 square meters, excluding an airport that can take off small transport aircraft. For the convenience of transporting goods, it is equipped with three Li-2s with dual engines. Ship it to Africa.

The person in charge of this warehouse is a former Ukrainian retired major who is also a member of Andreyev.

Alimovich Diego Yev!

He is responsible for about 500 workers in the entire warehouse and hundreds of forklifts, transport vehicles and other special vehicles, and he is also regarded as the emperor here.

At this time, he was in the office, the door was locked, holding the phone, frowning, knocking on the table with his left hand, with a little impatience and displeasure on his face, he said softly, "You are too greedy! I have already shipped it to you 500 assault rifles, what more do you want?"

"What? 1,500? No, no, no, do you think I'm a weapon producer? I'm just a warehouse manager." Alimovich said hastily.

"Mr. Alimovich, I'm afraid it's not up to you. Tell me, what will happen if Andreyev or that Asian finds out that you are secretly selling weapons?" Used a voice changer.

Alimovich's face was ugly, "Didn't you say that it was just a one-time cooperation?"

"I'm sorry, we lost our words." The other party said it as a matter of course.

"You have no credit at all!"

Alimovich snarled, but after thinking about Andreyev's method, he shivered, his pupils were a little frightened, and he said in a begging tone, "I really can't help you, Weapons are limited, if too many disappear, I can’t justify it.”

"Then you can do me another favor." The other party said.

Alimovich pursed his lips, and listened to the other party continue, "Help me get the list of Andreyev or that Asian transporting embargoed weapons. I just want this."

The other party's tone became cold.

"Mr. Alimovich, don't reject me anymore, I'm getting angry, everyone is not good-looking." But after a pause, he said softly, "If I get it successfully, I am willing to pay 1 million US dollars. Money, you can stay far away, and then no one will find you, can't you? At that time, what are you afraid of?"

Alimovich knew he had been tricked!

The opponent didn't come here for weapons in the first place, but at this time, what can we do? Confess to Andreyev?

He will kill himself!

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to put his life in the hands of others, but reason told him to reject the other end of the phone, but when he said the words, he changed, "Okay!"

Alimovich was also surprised when he said it himself, but it was too late to change. The other party smiled, "Very good choice."

"Who the **** are you guys!"

"It's not important, is it, sir, who we are, it's useless for you to know." The other party spoke a little more rarely, "We are just some peace lovers, and we feel angry and shameful when we see them selling weapons! People should take them...to court."

"Okay, it's time for dinner, have a nice evening, goodbye."

After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone resolutely Hearing the busy tone in the microphone, Alimovich knocked everything on the table to the ground angrily, he was in a rage, he was betraying!

When greed first took hold of his brain, he had already lost.

No one can escape the temptation of money, he fell in front of a stumbling block, and it seemed that Alimovich planned to drag other people into the water.

Boom boom boom.

There was a knock on the door, and someone outside knocked on the door and asked in a low voice, "Sir, what happened? Do you need help?"

"It's okay, something fell off, you can go and get busy." Alimovich tidied up his emotions and shouted to the outside.

There was a sound outside, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

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