Chapter 559： : Operation Eagle

New York. Chinatown.

The century-long history makes this place exudes charm. Overseas Chinese and Chinese restaurants can be seen everywhere. It has become an industrial area. Almost all the Chinese who come to New York gather here, and then slowly expand their sphere of influence here. There are already more than 600,000 Chinese living here.

And because of special group reasons, blacks or whites are rarely seen here.

Even the local community is rare. The difference here is that it is safer here than in the Chinese district in Boston! The main back is larger.

In a noodle shop.

Tang Dao was sitting face to face with Ellison, and the two ordered two bowls of sliced ​​noodles. This Yankee likes sweets when eating, so what does it feel like to put sugar in this sliced ​​noodles? At least Tang Dao can't eat it, he prefers to put chili, without chili, any food has no soul.

What's more, what he put in was spoon by spoon, and Ellison was dumbfounded when he saw it.

"My God, Don, are you going to put chili?"

While stirring with chopsticks, Tang Dao said in a cheerful mood, "Food can make people happy physically and mentally. It may not be the best food, but it must be happy to eat." Although he said so, he looked not far away from the corner of his eye. The waiters also looked at him in amazement.

Neither of them made much fanfare, they just had a meal.

It is relatively close to Wall Street, and perhaps because of the intention of cooperation, Ellison chose this Chinese restaurant by himself.

An attitude has already shown that he hopes to cooperate.

The bodyguards are all outside, or in other places. It's not good to be too conspicuous. After all, Tang Dao and the others like to keep a low profile.

"Mr. Ellison should think about what I'm talking about." Tang Dao picked up a lump of noodles and bit down, with the tip of his tongue producing fluid, which made people seem to have a great appetite.

Ellison is eating a little more gentlemanly.

He picks up two and puts them in his mouth. He doesn't like noodles very much, he prefers desserts, and the noodles with sugar always feel weird.

"The board of directors is willing to accept financing, but how much do you pay?"

"We don't want a controlling stake, we just want to pay dividends. If you choose AB shares, then we feel that we can give you as much money as you need." Tang Dao said this with full confidence. The shareholders of Future Eye are all bosses. Isn't it easy to spend money on a company? He knows how far Oracle's stock can soar in the future.

When Ellison heard this, he had mixed feelings, and he didn't know what language to use to express this feeling.

"Call this number." Tang Dao wrote down Charlie's phone number. There was a piece of paper on the edge of the dining table. Just talk."

Ellison nodded and looked at the phone on the paper.

And Tang Dao continued, "He is the person in charge of my investment company, and he will take full responsibility."

As long as the boss orders, the money will definitely arrive in the account. Ellison also heaves a long sigh of relief. He hasn't slept well for a long time because of the company's cash flow problems. The mental pressure is very tense, and a string may collapse. up.

When he was about to say a few good words, he saw a man running in from the outside. He also knew him. What is the name of Tang's bodyguard, Kolik?

The other party said a few words in Tang Dao's ear. Tang Dao frowned, but his movements were very slow. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, smiled at Ellison and said, "Sorry, I have something to do right now. Go fix it."

"Okay, you are busy first, I will call you if necessary."

Ellison stood up and shook hands with the other party, then watched Tang Dao leave, and when he was far away, he stretched out his hand to ask the waiter to settle the score.

…

"France has some weapons to decommission?"

After getting in the car, Tang Dao asked Collier.

"Our people in France said that there will be an auction for more than a dozen Rafale fighter jets, as well as helicopters of the "Puma" series, as well as a number of individual weapons," Kolik said.

Tang Dao has always wanted to enrich the memory of the savior company. French products have been very popular since World War I, and they are more reliable in Africa and other places.

"Let Mister go? No, no, France..." Tang Dao murmured a few words.

"Manuin's company has also contacted us and wants to discuss cooperation with us."

At this time, Collik said suddenly again, which naturally attracted Tang Dao, and he looked over, "Manuin Company? When did it happen?"

"Half an hour ago, but at that time you were meeting with Mr. Ellison, we suppressed it, and waited for the news of the auction warehouse to inform you, because the auction will be tomorrow." The deputy sitting in the front The little angel in the driver's seat also replied.

Tang Dao nodded. In that case, he can only go to France by himself.

Not long after rest, he was going on a business trip again. He leaned his head on the seat with a headache, and rubbed his temples.

"Go directly to the airport."

Although I was tired, I still had to go. I didn't know where the whim came from, "Let Jack Lee also go to France."

He plans to focus on cultivating the overseas Chinese who manage corruption within the company. The other party has done a good job and reduced the company's economic losses a lot.

"OK."

The little angel agreed and said a few words to the driver. The convoy turned around and drove towards the airport. On the way, he also called Jack Li, who was working in the company, and asked him to rush to Paris.

After arriving at the airport, he is now waiting in the VIP room. At this time, Kolik said that he wanted to go to the bathroom. He looked around in the bathroom, stood in front of the urinal, and put the water on. The trousers seemed to be walking casually, his eyes glanced at the groove on the window, and he looked back. There was no one else. He took something out of his pocket, threw it on it, turned and left.

Not long after he left, a man wearing a cleaner's clothes came in, wearing a mask, and after pretending to clean it, he went straight to the window, stood on tiptoe, fumbled for a ball of paper, and stuffed it into his pocket .

No one has seen this matter, even, I am afraid that even the two of them don't know who the other is.

…

After the cleaner walked out of the toilet, he went back to the rest area, took off his clothes, changed back into casual clothes, and left the airport. After he got out of the airport, he opened the paper ball. There was a string of numbers on it. He borrowed a public phone to make a call. When the other party picked up the phone, he would read out the string of numbers.

"0735, 18, 3." He hung up the phone after reading.

And this phone call is actually a call to DRM!

The full name is:, the translation is the French Intelligence Agency. After this string of numbers is translated, it will be on the boss's desk.

Desmond. Burbage is the new director. He is a typical Frenchman, smoking a cigar. In the office, he is not the only one, there are many people sitting there. They are all very quiet. Looking over, the staff bit the bullet and handed him the number.

Desmond looked at it, and the corners of his eyes immediately pulled up, and the corners of his mouth raised. He looked at the subordinates sitting down and said with a smile.

"Gentlemen, the operation has begun. We will capture Nicholas at Exit No. 3 at 6 pm!" He paused, and then adjusted his mood, "The mission code name for this time is: Operation Eagle Hunting! Remember, we must Catch him alive, and we will bring him to trial!"

"Yes!"

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