Tang Xin wanted to attack the enemy, and he was ultimately giving the opponent a fatal blow, without looking around and starting from the side.

It is the same as cutting down trees. What is the significance of cutting off branches and cutting down the main trunks?

Looking at He Min's tall and mature back, Tang Xin sneered in his heart.

So childish.

If someone directly deals with Tang Xin's parents, Tang Xin at most thinks that the enemy is not stupid.

It is the wisest way to come directly at him.

Why?

Because people will be angry.

After the madness, the destructive power of revenge and counterattack is immeasurable!

If you have a hostile target, you must be fatal and never procrastinate. Kidnapping and threatening related characters around the target, beating and committing violence are all ignorant actions. Apart from provoking the anger of the host, there is no benefit at all. On the contrary, you must also consider whether you have exposed yourself, turn from the host to the guest, and in turn beware of your opponent.

When Cheng Mu was about to ask Tang Xin where to eat, Tang Xin's phone rang.

After taking out his cell phone and looking, Tang Xin first checked the time in his mind.

In the United States, it should be close to midnight at night.

With his back against the fence, Tang Xin answered the phone.

After a brief call, Tang Xin just said a few words lightly.

The things that Tang Ying has already entrusted to do have already come to light.

I contacted three international public relations companies. One of them gave up after hearing the commission, and the other one spoke loudly, leaving only the last one more reliable.

If Tang Xin can complete the entrusted task, he will be rewarded with 10 million US dollars!

After all, Tang Xin wanted to go to the dictator's territory to mine, not to sell beverages and clothes in the past...

If an international dispute arises, the public relations company is not responsible and only guarantees the normal scope of commercial investment.

A dictator is just a paranoid and ambition, and is different from his mind.

What do dictators need in Africa’s wars?

At least three, people, guns, and food.

In the final analysis, it is still money.

With money, that's it.

Tang Xin wanted to dig diamonds under the dictator's nose. If allowed, he would do two things.

First, give the dictator money.

Second, the concealed mineral is diamond mine.

As long as you have the land, everything will be easy.

There are countless valuable mines in the world, and no one knows what is hidden under his feet.

For safety, Tang Xin also had to hire a group of private troops.

This is easy to do.

Money can solve it.

During the Iraq War, there were more than 200,000 mercenaries active in Iraq alone.

They are not controlled by peacekeeping forces, nor are they officially bound by Ilak, and they just work hard to contract contracts.

This does not count the contracts that have been subcontracted and distributed, otherwise the mercenaries active in war-torn areas will be astronomical.

The key is how much reward, how much labor can be paid and the corresponding high risks.

Tang Xin roughly calculated the calculations. If he wanted to pay a mercenary of 200,000 US dollars a year, the private armed company would at least require one person to pay 400,000 US dollars.

Hiring one hundred people is $40 million a year.

Converted into RMB, it is more than 250 million.

But Tang Xin still felt that the investment was very cost-effective.

A small bag of diamonds in your pocket may be worth 100 million US dollars.

If things go smoothly, Tang Ying will then set up a mineral company overseas, open offices in South Africa and New York, negotiate business in New York, and ship goods from South Africa to all over the world.

Take the cable car to the opposite hill and walk down the hill.

At around 3:00 p.m., the three of them came down from the mountain, hungry, and after a casual meal at Gejialou, they took a taxi home.

When passing by Tianhai University, he put down He Yan, and Tang Xin and Cheng Mu returned to Weiya Garden together.

He handed all the clothes he bought from his home to Cheng Mu, and Tang Xin sent her back to the entrance of her residential community in the South District.

The sun sets, and the dusk is not dark.

Under the faint orange afterglow, Cheng Mu stood at the entrance of the community and asked helplessly: "We have come here, why don't you give your godfather and godmother in person?"

Tang Xin smiled and said, "I don't want to be taught a lesson by them for a long time and say that I'm spending money randomly."

Cheng Mu was carrying about 100,000 yuan in his hand. If Tang Xin took it home in person, he would definitely be criticized.

Cheng Mu sighed, then raised his head and waved to Tang Xin mysteriously.

Now Tang Xin understood that if anyone summoned him like this, he would definitely be attacked suddenly.

But he still walked up to her. As expected, Cheng Mu stood on tiptoe and wanted to kiss him goodbye.

I didn't confess my love, just like that, I was hurt in broad daylight...

Tang Xin was amused when she saw her eyes closed and her mouth was pouting and unable to kiss her. She lowered her head slightly and took a light bite on the tip of her nose.

Cheng Mu blushed his face and rubbed his nose, and suddenly turned around and ran away.

As soon as I got into the taxi and returned to Weiyayuan, Tang Xin's phone rang.

Xie Wanling obviously gave him a lesson with pleasure.

It feels completely different if you have money to buy it yourself, and if you buy it and get it in your hands.

Finally, she said on the phone: "Well, your vision is OK, and mom and dad are very good to wear. But if you give mom this little leather bag, it's a bit out of touch, and the redness is so bright and eye-catching."

Tang Xin smiled bitterly.

He could guess that Cheng Mu must be embarrassed. He just had clothes and shoes. She didn't wear them, and Xie Wanling couldn't wear them.

She gave it to Xie Wanling, lying that it was Tang Xin who respected his mother.

"Mom, that bag is for Cheng Mu. Do you understand?"

Xie Wanling suddenly realized that after hanging up the phone, she called Cheng Mu home and asked her to take the bag. Cheng Mu kept admitting his mistakes and apologizing like a child who did the wrong thing.

When he returned to his home, Tang Xin didn't care about anything else and took out the props first.

Transparent Bodyguard: Although this transparent bodyguard is invisible to the naked eye, it has been secretly protecting its target.

The props are dead.

Only work.

Tang Xin didn't want such transparent bodyguards to make shocking actions on the streets.

So, he took out another prop.

Mind copy.

Copy his mind to the transparent bodyguard, so that when protecting the target, the transparent bodyguard will be cautious and not reveal its strength.

Because of the limitations of the duties of the transparent bodyguard themselves, even if Tang Xin’s mind is copied, he will not make any actions outside of the function.

After sending all the bodyguards out, Tang Xin lay on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Perhaps it was smooth sailing, Tang Xin was full of confidence and he did not leave a bodyguard for himself.

In the morning, I rode my bicycle up the mountain and walked down the mountain. As soon as Tang Xin closed his eyes, he was attacked by fatigue and fell asleep.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and it is like a flash of time. Tang Xin, who was lying on the sofa, was suddenly awakened by the doorbell.

Rubbing his eyes to dispel his sleepiness, Tang Xin cheered up and walked to open the door.

The outsider made Tang Xin feel depressed.

Ma Xinnan, wearing a low-cut dress, had red eyes and a pitiful look that caught Tang Xin's eyes.

She is pretty and understandable.

But this appearance appeared in front of Tang Xin, which made him disgusted.

Obviously, after careful dressing, the black dress is very charming, with the low-cut collar and the squeezed cleavage on the chest, and the long legs exposed under the skirt are wrapped in black stockings.

Tang Xin had just gotten up, his mouth was dry, so he went around to the back of the bar and poured a glass of water and drank it in one sip.

Ma Xinnan entered the door, closed the door gently, walked to the bar, looked at Tang Xin softly and pitifully, and said delicately: "Tang Xin, thank you."

Someone thanked me again?
To be continued...