MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 37 : Trading Company

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Early in the morning, there is a one-on-one service butler to deliver breakfast to your door.

Tang Dao was wearing pajamas and holding a copy of the "USA Today" newspaper, habitually learning about the world situation.

Although journalists are notoriously without a bottom line, and wantonly swearing their own ideas in articles, it is easy to lead people into it. In newspapers in different countries, what you see is "public opinion guidance" that serves politics. But I have to say, this trick is very good, isn't that how Lao Maozi was dragged to death.

Signed above: "VPS.colvin". International affairs research expert at Stanford University!

I don't know where the birdman came from...

Tang Dao folded the newspaper, stood up, threw it on the coffee table, and walked to the dining table in the house.

"Sir, do you want a drink?" the butler, who was wearing flat shoes, handsome, and lightly painted, asked Louis XIII, shaking his hand.

"Of course." Tang Dao spread his hands, pulled out the chair and adjusted it to a comfortable position, and looked out of the half-person-high window. Opposite was the Chrysler Building, which was the first skyscraper with a height of 320 meters and 77 floors. Walter P. Chrysler requested that they be made to look like car radiator cap ornaments, as a mark of his illustrious automobile manufacturing empire.

That sharp top goes straight up into the sky.

Inside is a commercial building, but around 2000, this building will be auctioned because of poor management.

The housekeeper held the red wine in both hands, put it lightly on Tang Dao's left hand, and bowed slightly, "Sir, take it easy, if you need it, please call me." After finishing speaking, she pushed the dining car away, and she just walked away After that, Robert knocked on the door and came in.

"Boss, are you calling me?"

"Sit down and have some breakfast." Tang Dao pointed to the opposite side, and Robert sat obediently, watching.

After Tang Dao poured the wine for him, he said slowly, "I think we're going to give warmth to those Soviets instead."

Hearing this, Robert narrowed his eyes, put his right hand on the table, leaned forward slightly, and tilted his ears. He knew that the boss was going to make a new move, so he didn't speak. He heard the other party continue, "Take a few people and go to the airline. The company chartered a cargo plane to Germany, the price is not high, but don’t overdo it.”

to Germany?

Robert looked at his boss in puzzlement, but the latter just took a sip of the red wine, smacked his mouth, looked at the remaining sip, shook it slightly, and looked at Robert through the wine glass. Slightly deformed.

"Also, don't use my name."

"Understood." He nodded sensibly, waited for a few seconds, and found that the boss had no other orders, so he got up to prepare, and the red wine in the glass remained untouched.

Tang Dao put down the tableware, wiped his mouth with a napkin, walked to the TV, and pressed a business card on top, "BTA Trading Company."

This is one of the largest foreign trade companies in New York. There are nearly three air routes, spanning Asia, Europe and Africa. Moreover, they also undertake the transportation work for the US military in foreign wars. They have been involved in several wars in the 20th century. Ranked 489th among the world's top 500 companies in the magazine "Fortune", with an output value of 1.7 billion US dollars in 1990.

And this business card is the phone number of the general agent in the United States. Tang Dao asked Julia from Swiss Bank. Hudson is coming.

This is also a good way to develop contacts.

beep beep beep...

Tang Dao picked up the phone and pressed the number. The sound of the button was quite simple and honest. After a long silence, someone picked it up.

"Good afternoon, who are you looking for?" Hearing the voice on the other side, he was a little weak, as if he was a little older.

"Mr. Isaiah Haywood?"

"It's me, who are you?" The other party's tone was very puzzled.

Tang Dao looked at the name on the business card. He looked like a Jew. He put the business card on the table casually, opened the French window with his mobile phone and walked to the balcony. Looking down at the crowd walking on the crosswalk below, he said calmly, "My name is Nicholas, and I'm the person in charge of The company. I want to order a batch of daily necessities in Germany."

"The?"

Isaiah in the office frowned. As a Jew, he hated this name a little bit. This is a disrespect for faith!

But also being a Jew, he couldn't refuse door-to-door business. With a troubled face, he waved his hand to the employees sitting in front of him, signaling them to wait for a while, and looked at his watch, "Mr. Nicholas, I have a meeting to hold. I'll give you my salesman's phone number."

"Are you sure they can decide on a business deal worth hundreds of thousands of dollars?"

Isaiah was taken aback by Tang Dao's rhetorical question on the other end of the phone, but then he became very anxious, "Please wait a moment." Covering the microphone, he knocked on the table, "That's the end of today's meeting, the meeting is adjourned."

So straightforward?

The employees who were all prepared to be in a daze couldn't believe it, and walked out side by side, confused, muttering.

Isaiah sat on the chair with a smile on his face, "Sir, you said, a list of hundreds of thousands?"

He is also under pressure. Although he is the general agent in the United States, BIA has a presence all over the world, and he is only one of hundreds of them. However, he is the leader in North America, but he is ranked by Asia at the end of each year. The district was under pressure, and the president of the North American region above him was already very dissatisfied with his slow-down behavior.

God knows how stressed he is.

The list of hundreds of thousands of dollars is enough for him to face up to it.

"I need to import a batch of daily necessities from Germany. I don't need you to help me transport them. We have our own cargo plane, so we just need to bring them to the airport." Tang Dao chose Germany because the German government has tax cuts and incentives for daily necessities. The subsidy is relatively cheap, and it will fly to Germany with an empty plane first, and then choose to fly to Ukraine at that time, so that it will not be targeted by interested people.

In this line of work, you have to be low-key and cautious.

The CIA's eyes were fixed very closely, and he didn't want to be thrown in to pick up soap.

Although Isaiah was very surprised by the "client"'s request, UU read www.uukanshu. com is also a bit lost, without shipping, their profit point will be much less, "Yes, what daily necessities do you need?"

"Coats, canned fruits, sea soul shirts, toothpaste..." Tang Dao mentioned nearly dozens of car types, and Isaiah took out a pen and recorded them one by one. These things are so special.

"Eh? Sir, approximately how much do you need?"

Tang Dao at the other end was silent for a while, "Can I buy by the ton?"

Isaiah almost dropped the pen in his hand.

"Forget it, I want 1 million dollars in goods, but 35% of food, 15% of clothing, and 50% of daily necessities will be delivered to Berlin Airport in three days."

Of course, Tang Dao knew that under such "loose" requirements, there would definitely be tricks, and if it was him, he would also suppress it a little.

But he doesn't care about the details. You have to order soup for others. You can't be strict about everything. Sometimes, turning a blind eye and closing one eye can make the cooperation between the two parties more enjoyable.

Also, Isaiah is not an idiot, he can sneak a bite at most, but if the whole cake rots, both he and BTA will get into trouble.

"Okay! Please pay the first payment, 300,000 US dollars, and our fee is five points." Isaiah said.

"Give me the account number, and I'll have someone call you."

Isaiah said a string of company bank account numbers, "I'll let them sort it out as soon as possible."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Isaiah, I have something to do."

"Then let's talk next time. Goodbye." The Jew continued, hung up the phone, and looked at the things written on the paper. He always felt that the man opposite him was so mysterious. Could it be... there is also a business opportunity here?

He drew a circle with a pen, and couldn't help frowning.