Chapter 789： : Rampage in the new era!
Ibbin Barrow was gone.
Tang Dao was very unhappy!
Sitting on the sofa, he looked sullen, with a gloomy face, holding a plush toy in his hand, which should be a toy left by the previous chief to his grandchildren. It was a Mickey Mouse, and his face was deformed in his hands.
"It's a bit... ignorant of current affairs." He suddenly looked down at the doll, and said to himself with a smile.
Mandela is going to kill you, I invite you here, you don't give face?
Hester Theodore looked at the boss from the sidelines with horror, the Mickey Mouse mouth was almost torn apart by the latter, suddenly, Tang Dao stood up and walked towards the door, the little angel behind waited. The man hurriedly followed, and when he reached the door, he stopped, turned around and said, "Get rid of him, and then bring all EO's employees into the company."
The little angel nodded.
"Take this and burn it, I hate mice." Tang Dao handed the doll to the secretary and said.
The weak must be prepared to be conquered. Ibin Barrow thought he was the largest PMC in Africa? He refuses to be a dragon, so let's be buried with the rotten past.
…
After receiving orders from his boss, Mark Lee went north to St. Petersburg overnight.
He has asked someone to contact Vladimir, hoping to meet him. This "grey archbishop" is the right-hand man of St. Petersburg Mayor Sobchak, and the other party will take him with him to attend any conference.
It is not easy to meet him.
Mark's coffee had run out. He checked his watch frequently, with a blank expression on his face. He just raised his hand and asked the staff member for a tiramisu.
The staff at the counter responded, and just at this time, the door of the cafe was opened, and a man wearing a windbreaker, 170 cm tall, and with a hint of baldness on his forehead walked in. First of all, his eyes... are a bit memorable Still fresh, he never wakes up, no wonder he left early at the G2O summit later because "need to catch up on sleep."
"Mr. Vladimir."
Mark stood up and greeted the other party. This man was the first mayor of St. Petersburg that the boss asked him to find.
Seeing him, the other party nodded and came over, "Hello, Mr. Mark, nice to see you again."
The two of them had met before, and they asked the head of the Moscow Economic Investigation Bureau to help them connect, and gave them a little gift, so they knew each other.
"Want something to drink?" Mark asked with a smile.
Vladimir waved his hand and said something in Russian to the staff next to him. Mark couldn't understand, but he still had to keep smiling.
"Is there something you asked me for?" Vladimir said. He felt that they should ask him for help with something, so they asked him out. If they helped, the previous investment would be written off.
He himself thinks so, but to Tang Dao, the first deputy mayor of St. Petersburg sounds majestic, but if he wants to help the Savior Company, he still lacks energy. Those who can speak are at least at the ministerial level cadre.
Mark saw some clues from the expression on Vladimir's face, and tapped his finger on the table, "Mr. Nicholas entrusted me to ask you if you want to be transferred to Moscow to take up a position. Our company is willing to help you, and Mobilize your own connections to realize your ideals."
What is Vladimir's ideal?
When Rushi was young, he was worried that his elder brother would die of diphtheria. When he grew up, he wanted to get a job. Now, he wants to fulfill his ideal. He misses the Soviet era, when superpowers were respected or feared. But now, a businessman sat in front of him and said that he could send him into the center.
sad!
But Vladimir did not refuse. If you want to say that he is a good person, this is a kind of ridicule. The means that can achieve the final result are not called conspiracy, but ability.
He didn't make a sound, and he didn't doubt whether the big company behind the other party had the ability. It was just a choice in fate that secretly marked the price. If Vladimir agreed, in the future if the other party asked him to do some tricky What about?
But soon, Vladimir abandoned this idea. What kind of joke are you talking about? Are you still playing politicians without playing? Aren't politicians full of shit?
Get the rights first.
Vladimir is a human being. Even if he is later called the Great Emperor, no matter how tough his methods are, he is actually a smart man. Who is he bullying? Azerbaijan? Ukraine? These countries that can only be regarded as second-rate in Europe later, he worked hard only to restore the vitality of the country.
"You can think about it slowly, Mr. Nicholas said, he welcomes you and hopes to see you for an interview." Mark made an invitation, which was also authorized by Tang Dao, and he also wanted to see how this future man of influence is like of?
"I think there was an opportunity and a time," Wladimir said.
Mark nodded, took out another business card, and told the other party that he could call him if necessary, and that the promise of the Savior Company to him would be valid forever. After speaking, he left the coffee shop.
Vladimir watched Mark leave, took a business card in his hand, looked at it twice, raised his hand to beckon the waiter to come over, the other party trotted over and said with a smile, "Sir, what do you need?"
"How much?"
"That gentleman has already paid and recharged your membership with us. All your consumption hereafter will be paid by him." The waiter said respectfully.
Vladimir was startled and thanked.
This cafe is famous throughout St. Petersburg... Expensive, the price of a tiramisu can last a family of three for two months in Africa, but Vladimir still likes to visit this place, just, occasionally It's okay to try.
"The gentleman asked me to give this to you just now." The waiter handed an envelope to Vladimir, and he took it. It felt very thick. When he opened a crack, he saw a check stuffed inside. There is a note.
"Life is always full of choices, and God doesn't know what you think in your heart when the dice fall. Respect your heart, run forward, don't look back, any fear comes from dissatisfaction with your own strength, I am in the sky Waiting for you, my friend." - Nicholas Tang!
Vladimir kept this piece of paper carefully. He felt that this sentence entered his heart. God is not omnipotent. If the fate has already been decided, why bother to work hard? Any future can be fought with both hands!
This sentence is more meaningful to him than that check.
After sitting quietly in the coffee shop for more than 20 minutes, he got up after finishing his snacks, and waved goodbye to the waiter. He stood at the door and looked at the St. Petersburg street that was once called Leningrad The road is very depressed, and occasionally I see someone walking on the road against the cold wind, but they also tightly button their coats.
Soviet Union?
Or call it Russia now!
Vladimir didn't think that the one lying in the hospital and the other strong men were not suitable captains. He was the best candidate for this old broken ship!
This is not conceit, it should be called self-confidence. He believes that if he sits in that position, he can completely steer the ship into a new lane.
I am a remnant of the old era, and there is no boat for me in the new era!
But I want to go on a rampage in the new era.
In this era, there is always my voice.
Vladimir looked up.
Snowing…
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Tang Dao was very unhappy!
Sitting on the sofa, he looked sullen, with a gloomy face, holding a plush toy in his hand, which should be a toy left by the previous chief to his grandchildren. It was a Mickey Mouse, and his face was deformed in his hands.
"It's a bit... ignorant of current affairs." He suddenly looked down at the doll, and said to himself with a smile.
Mandela is going to kill you, I invite you here, you don't give face?
Hester Theodore looked at the boss from the sidelines with horror, the Mickey Mouse mouth was almost torn apart by the latter, suddenly, Tang Dao stood up and walked towards the door, the little angel behind waited. The man hurriedly followed, and when he reached the door, he stopped, turned around and said, "Get rid of him, and then bring all EO's employees into the company."
The little angel nodded.
"Take this and burn it, I hate mice." Tang Dao handed the doll to the secretary and said.
The weak must be prepared to be conquered. Ibin Barrow thought he was the largest PMC in Africa? He refuses to be a dragon, so let's be buried with the rotten past.
…
After receiving orders from his boss, Mark Lee went north to St. Petersburg overnight.
He has asked someone to contact Vladimir, hoping to meet him. This "grey archbishop" is the right-hand man of St. Petersburg Mayor Sobchak, and the other party will take him with him to attend any conference.
It is not easy to meet him.
Mark's coffee had run out. He checked his watch frequently, with a blank expression on his face. He just raised his hand and asked the staff member for a tiramisu.
The staff at the counter responded, and just at this time, the door of the cafe was opened, and a man wearing a windbreaker, 170 cm tall, and with a hint of baldness on his forehead walked in. First of all, his eyes... are a bit memorable Still fresh, he never wakes up, no wonder he left early at the G2O summit later because "need to catch up on sleep."
"Mr. Vladimir."
Mark stood up and greeted the other party. This man was the first mayor of St. Petersburg that the boss asked him to find.
Seeing him, the other party nodded and came over, "Hello, Mr. Mark, nice to see you again."
The two of them had met before, and they asked the head of the Moscow Economic Investigation Bureau to help them connect, and gave them a little gift, so they knew each other.
"Want something to drink?" Mark asked with a smile.
Vladimir waved his hand and said something in Russian to the staff next to him. Mark couldn't understand, but he still had to keep smiling.
"Is there something you asked me for?" Vladimir said. He felt that they should ask him for help with something, so they asked him out. If they helped, the previous investment would be written off.
He himself thinks so, but to Tang Dao, the first deputy mayor of St. Petersburg sounds majestic, but if he wants to help the Savior Company, he still lacks energy. Those who can speak are at least at the ministerial level cadre.
Mark saw some clues from the expression on Vladimir's face, and tapped his finger on the table, "Mr. Nicholas entrusted me to ask you if you want to be transferred to Moscow to take up a position. Our company is willing to help you, and Mobilize your own connections to realize your ideals."
What is Vladimir's ideal?
When Rushi was young, he was worried that his elder brother would die of diphtheria. When he grew up, he wanted to get a job. Now, he wants to fulfill his ideal. He misses the Soviet era, when superpowers were respected or feared. But now, a businessman sat in front of him and said that he could send him into the center.
sad!
But Vladimir did not refuse. If you want to say that he is a good person, this is a kind of ridicule. The means that can achieve the final result are not called conspiracy, but ability.
He didn't make a sound, and he didn't doubt whether the big company behind the other party had the ability. It was just a choice in fate that secretly marked the price. If Vladimir agreed, in the future if the other party asked him to do some tricky What about?
But soon, Vladimir abandoned this idea. What kind of joke are you talking about? Are you still playing politicians without playing? Aren't politicians full of shit?
Get the rights first.
Vladimir is a human being. Even if he is later called the Great Emperor, no matter how tough his methods are, he is actually a smart man. Who is he bullying? Azerbaijan? Ukraine? These countries that can only be regarded as second-rate in Europe later, he worked hard only to restore the vitality of the country.
"You can think about it slowly, Mr. Nicholas said, he welcomes you and hopes to see you for an interview." Mark made an invitation, which was also authorized by Tang Dao, and he also wanted to see how this future man of influence is like of?
"I think there was an opportunity and a time," Wladimir said.
Mark nodded, took out another business card, and told the other party that he could call him if necessary, and that the promise of the Savior Company to him would be valid forever. After speaking, he left the coffee shop.
Vladimir watched Mark leave, took a business card in his hand, looked at it twice, raised his hand to beckon the waiter to come over, the other party trotted over and said with a smile, "Sir, what do you need?"
"How much?"
"That gentleman has already paid and recharged your membership with us. All your consumption hereafter will be paid by him." The waiter said respectfully.
Vladimir was startled and thanked.
This cafe is famous throughout St. Petersburg... Expensive, the price of a tiramisu can last a family of three for two months in Africa, but Vladimir still likes to visit this place, just, occasionally It's okay to try.
"The gentleman asked me to give this to you just now." The waiter handed an envelope to Vladimir, and he took it. It felt very thick. When he opened a crack, he saw a check stuffed inside. There is a note.
"Life is always full of choices, and God doesn't know what you think in your heart when the dice fall. Respect your heart, run forward, don't look back, any fear comes from dissatisfaction with your own strength, I am in the sky Waiting for you, my friend." - Nicholas Tang!
Vladimir kept this piece of paper carefully. He felt that this sentence entered his heart. God is not omnipotent. If the fate has already been decided, why bother to work hard? Any future can be fought with both hands!
This sentence is more meaningful to him than that check.
After sitting quietly in the coffee shop for more than 20 minutes, he got up after finishing his snacks, and waved goodbye to the waiter. He stood at the door and looked at the St. Petersburg street that was once called Leningrad The road is very depressed, and occasionally I see someone walking on the road against the cold wind, but they also tightly button their coats.
Soviet Union?
Or call it Russia now!
Vladimir didn't think that the one lying in the hospital and the other strong men were not suitable captains. He was the best candidate for this old broken ship!
This is not conceit, it should be called self-confidence. He believes that if he sits in that position, he can completely steer the ship into a new lane.
I am a remnant of the old era, and there is no boat for me in the new era!
But I want to go on a rampage in the new era.
In this era, there is always my voice.
Vladimir looked up.
Snowing…
Please remember the first domain name of this book: . 4 Novels.com mobile version reading website:
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