Chapter 275： : Annexation?

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ZG City, located in the urban area, is only 2 streets away from the central square. It has a history of 130 years. The population of Chinese descent accounts for about 8% of the total population of the city. Enclave.

Mark Lee, who got off work, changed into casual clothes and walked towards home. Many people knew him along the way.

"Get off work? Brother Ma? Do you want some pig's ears? Fresh wine." At the door of the deli, a hunchbacked man wrapped in an apron was smoking a cigarette and shouted with a smile.

If this was normal, maybe Mark Lee would have left, mainly because he couldn't afford it! But he made a lot of money today, and he still had hundreds of dollars in his pocket. After hesitating for a moment, he dragged his legs and walked into the butcher shop, "Brother Tom, bring me a roast duck, and half a catty of pig's ears. There are three pieces of sausage."

"Hey, Xiao Ma got rich today?" The woman who walked out of Ah Tang from the back room put the food on the table and said with a smile.

Mark Lee smiled, carefully took out the money from his pocket, and said, "It's just to ask for a living, to eat a living." While talking, he handed over the money, and the girl took it and threw it into the bucket , found change and handed it over, "It's good to have food. I heard that there was another murder case in China Street. Zhang Beining's grandson owed usury and was stabbed to death. The murderer has not been caught yet. "

"I said you, just eat what you have, and chew your tongue." Brother Tom squinted, tied the plastic bag, pouted, and the cigarette **** was pushed upwards, which seemed a bit chic taste, handed it to the other party, Mark Lee took it and thanked him, then left with a limp.

"Hey, do you think this **** has gotten rich? Why is he so generous today? Usually he doesn't even want to drink a drink."

Ah Tang glared at his mother-in-law, "I said why do you have so many things? Are you in charge of others?"

"I'm not curious."

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In fact, it is said that they are Chinese, but not everyone has a good life outside.

In fact, most of the people in this Chinatown are here to make a living, like those rich people, who the **** lives here? They have all moved out a long time ago. Most of the houses inside are like tube buildings, including the stairs are very crowded. After saying hello to the familiar neighbors, they went inside and knocked on an iron gate.

The door was opened, revealing Zhang Qingxiu's small face, not very good-looking, but very attractive, especially the pair of eyes, very clever, a bit like Zhu Baoyi, short hair gives a very refreshing feeling of first love.

"Brother, you are back."

Mark Lee showed a smile on his face, shaking the cooked food in his hand, "Look, what I brought you, your favorite roast chicken."

Surprise flashed across the little girl's face, but then she muttered complainingly, "You're using money like this again, we don't have much budget for this month, and the landlord has come again."

"It's okay. Someone gave me a little too much tip today, so we will have meat occasionally." He pushed the door in while talking, and put the cooked food on the table. a book.

The whole room is only more than 30 square meters, and it is divided into two small single rooms, even the bathroom is in it.

It doesn't look very comfortable.

Mark Lee took off his coat, and the younger sister took it and was about to hang it up, when something fell from the inner pocket, and she squatted down to pick it up in doubt. It was a business card, and it was not easy to touch it. It was gold-plated. !

"Brother, this is..." She thumped in her heart and asked suspiciously.

"When I was gathering people to be the doorman in Faneuil Hall today, an Asian gave it to me and asked me to call him if I have something to do." Mark Lee, who was taking out cooked food on the table, said.

The little girl came over, stroked her bangs, worried, "That's all he said? Brother, we won't be discovered, right?"

Mark Lee paused, turned his head, and put his hands on the little girl's shoulders.

"Don't scare yourself. This is North America, with their laws. Don't worry. Forget about the past. We're here to start again. Brother Hao doesn't want us to live in the past."

The little girl nodded, but was still worried.

"Come on, let's eat. This grilled chicken is your favorite." Mark Lee smiled and pulled her to the table to sit down. He brought two bowls of rice, swallowed it, and watched as he devoured it.

Maybe they do have a story.

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Boston. Wild Rose Bar.

This bar has no name, and Charlie told Tang that there is a Boston consortium behind it, and it seems that it is only open to elites, which is also known as a club as the saying goes.

In the afternoon, there were not many people in the bar, so Marin Locke deliberately found a large private room, enough to accommodate a dozen people.

"Want something to drink? Mr. Nicholas."

"Just bring me a glass of orange juice. My stomach is not very comfortable recently." Tang Dao held a cigar in his right hand, touched his stomach with his left hand and shook his head. Marin turned to look at Charlie again, who thought for a while, " Bring me a glass of red wine, as long as it's Bordeaux."

Their requirements are still very low.

Marin snapped his fingers at the waiter, gave a few instructions, and the other party nodded and went out. The former looked at the little angel standing behind Tang Dao and the others, and said with a casual smile, "Mr. Nicholas, isn't that right?" Do you believe us? The bodyguard is still standing so firmly."

If it were someone else, maybe he would have to save face, but Tang Dao never thought that being provoked by a few words would make his head go hot.

He raised his eyelids slightly, "I'm timid, and I feel more at ease with them."

The corners of Lubicien and the others' mouths twitched, but they were also a little annoyed. Didn't they be regarded as low-spirited hooligans who knew how to play tricks? They are people with status!

Fortunately, Tang Dao can't read minds, otherwise he would definitely be disgusted to death.

Isn't it a hooligan?

Marin Locke had a normal expression on his face, sat upright, and crossed his hands, "Actually, I'm meeting with you privately this time to discuss cooperation."

Cooperation?

So active?

"Don't look at me like this, Mr. Nicholas, it's almost the 21st century, making money is easier than ever, and the earth is so big, it's impossible for only a few people or a few organizations to occupy it, and peaceful development is the only way." It's the theme."

"Then don't know how to cooperate?" Tang Dao will not refuse the kindness extended, and he himself is inclined to cooperate. He is essentially a businessman, not a war madman. What he needs is benefits, not expenses.

Marin Locke lowered his voice, "It can be merged into our Boston consortium, or we can become a shareholder of you."

"Are you planning to annex us?" Tang Dao teased Maybe this tone made people very uncomfortable, but Lubixien couldn't help but frowned, "We are here to discuss cooperation with you , which is good for us, even for Boston."

"Is this your condition? I'm sorry, but I refuse." Tang Dao was also very straightforward.

"You have to think about it carefully, Boston is just that big! Without us, you wouldn't be able to get in." Lubicien was also furious.

Their consortium is the business card of this city, and now another consortium has emerged, which is completely damaging the reputation. After it is spread, it will make the other nine companies think that they can't manage the local area well. This is a shame, at least For the Boston consortium that has survived for hundreds of years, this is a slap in the face.

"Actually, we can cooperate in another way..."

At this time, Jack Kennedy, the spokesperson of the Kennedy family who had never spoken before, spoke.

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