(Well, from today until the status of this book is changed to A, please allow me to slow down the update speed to two updates a day. I don’t mean to perfunctory readers. As we all know, this book did not have any updates before it was A.
The only recommendation I rely on is the new book list, so I want to stay on the new book list for two more days, and I need to modify the existing plot and postpone the climax a little, but please believe me, I will not
It will break out on time. Finally, please continue to support this book. Thank you very much. The contract will be sent out today. Maybe the status will be modified soon)
This time when he walked into the msg headquarters building, Black Dolan was not blocked. On the contrary, the beautiful woman at the service desk even stood up and asked him if he wanted a cigar, but Black Dolan smiled and refused.
When he took the elevator and arrived at James Dolan's huge office, he opened the door and heard a loud laughter coming from inside, and a familiar voice said inside:
"You know, that's when Black pointed at that Taliban asshole's head and said, 'You shouldn't be fighting for your faith right now, you're fighting for bread, and preferably a soda, man!'"
Black Dolan pushed the door open. Inside was a tall black man with a dusty face. He was standing in the center chatting happily to his father who was sitting behind the desk and smoking a cigar. When he heard the door knock, everyone
Looking over, the black man standing in the center wearing a camouflage uniform without military rank was stunned for a moment, and then strode up. Everyone thought that this guy would give Black Dolan a hug, but they didn’t expect that this guy was standing next to Black Dolan.
In front of him, he saluted with his body upright! He shouted:
"Captain! Michael King reports!"
Although he was only wearing a casual suit, Black Dolan still straightened his body, returned the favor meticulously, then nodded and said:
"Take a break, Lieutenant!"
After completing this set of actions, Michael King showed a smile on his face and opened his arms:
"Nice to meet you, boss!"
Blake Dolan also hugged Michael King tightly: "Screaming Eagle, I'm very happy to see you alive. How about it, Congo is good? Did those Congolese soldiers bring you a meeting gift?"
"Of course! My butt was almost cut off by a grenade fragment! At that time, I thought my fate was even more tragic than your time in Afghanistan. Lying on the stretcher, I was thinking, shit! That sucks! The leader is just lame.
With one leg, he can at least use a wheelchair, but my butt, my butt is gone, I should find something to accompany me!"
The two hugged each other for a while before they separated. Only then did Black Dolan find four black men, two men and two women, sitting on the sofa on one side of the office.
"Let me introduce you, boss." Michael King walked towards the four people. The four people sitting there quickly stood up and looked at Black Dolan with grateful eyes.
"This is the captain of the unit where I served, Blake Dolan, Blake, this is my girlfriend, Kezi, this is Kezi's mother, Boshabu, this is Kezi's brother, Mokolo, this is
His brother, Didier, and their father ultimately failed to leave the Congo alive. The Kabila government believed that he was guilty of serious crimes and would not be released." Michael King introduced with a slightly serious tone.
The family who escaped from the Democratic Republic of the Congo seemed a little excited. Kez's mother kept speaking Kimbanggu that Blake Dolan couldn't understand. Fortunately, Kez translated in time and told Blake Dolan that his mother was very grateful to him for letting him
They escaped from Kinshasa.
Black Dolan just nodded. He did this entirely because of Michael King next to him. However, he was very interested in the two young people who had been silent. The young man named Mokoluo seemed to be more interested in the books in his father's bookcase.
Interested, my eyes glance at the bookcase from time to time, full of longing...
The guy named Didier has an extremely strong body, standing at seven feet and one inch tall. He looks like a totem giant from ancient times. His ill-fitting suit seems to be bursting at any time.
Michael King kept saying that the four people were talking about Blake Dolan's identity. At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and Bocher walked in with Delonie Blake.
Seeing so many people in James Dolan's office, Bocher just shrugged, nodded and smiled with a few people, but had no intention of exiting. He walked directly to the opposite side of James Dolan, leaned down, and held a cigar in front of him.
Theatergoer James Dolan said:
"James, I have something to tell you."
James Dolan took down the cigar, looked at Bocher and said: "Nancy, what else do you need to report to me about MSG? Are you planning to invite me to dinner tonight?"
"Don't even think about it. This is my sister's daughter, Deroni Blake. Roni, come here. This is the CEO of MSG, James Dolan." Bocher called to De, who was looking at a few black people curiously.
Ronnie Blake.
"Hello, Mr. Dolan." Delonie Blake said to James Dolan.
"Hello ma'am, what's the matter with Nancy?" James Dolan asked.
"I want her to work at MSG," Bocher said.
"You can just go to the guy in the human resources department to solve this kind of thing." James Dolan seemed unhappy that Bocher would bother him with such a trivial matter.
"I mean, I want her to be your assistant, give her a high enough level." Katharina Bocher said.
"Do you know what you are talking about? Nancy?" James Dolan put away the playful expression on his face and showed the dictatorial expression that he should have at MSG: "You hope that a lot of news about MSG will be exposed by this five-year-old girl."
Do you know this girl who you haven’t met a few minutes ago? What will be the end of that? Maybe just a casual phone call from her will affect the stock price of msg. If you want to give your beloved niece a boost, then just give her a supervisor title.
Do you want some things about the Dolan family to be heard by an outsider?"
"Am I an outsider too?" Pocher said, staring into James Dolan's eyes.
"Of course you don't count. My father regards you as his daughter, and I regard you as, uh, a lover, although nothing has happened between us for so many years." James Dolan seemed unwilling to maintain his momentum in front of Bocher.
, said with a smile again.
"If I had only been the head of the TVB Group back then, I would not have had the opportunity to stand here today and overlook New York from this angle. Mr. Charles gave me trust, and I hope you will give Ronnie the same trust. I know her well.
My 20 years of working with the Dolan family can guarantee that Ronnie will be the person the Dolan family needs," said Bocher.
"Okay, Roni, what are you doing now?" James Dolan looked at the beautiful Droni Blake.
"I work at Princeton University and am currently an assistant to Professor Daniel Kahneman." Delonie Blake didn't expect that her aunt invited her here, which was something she didn't expect at all. She did complain to her aunt Nancy about Princeton.
The university work was boring and did not allow her to demonstrate her abilities, but she did not expect that Aunt Nancy would come directly to take her to meet James Dolan, one of the giants of Wall Street in New York.
"Daniel Kahneman, I heard his speech, just on Wall Street, you are very good, not everyone can be attracted by him, you should be capable enough, tell me, how old are you?" James Dolan will
He cut off his cigar and continued to ask.
"29 years old," Delony Blake said.
"Nancy, when you entered the Dolan family, you were also 29 years old, right?" James Dolan said.
"certainly."
"At that time, I was engaged in rock and roll, making records, traveling, and exploring all day long. You were always standing next to my dad and making suggestions. To be honest, the Dolan family owes you, even if you now own the shares of the Dolan family.
I still feel guilty, I agree, why not? As long as Ronnie is willing and she is willing to sign some agreements, she will be my assistant!" James Dolan said calmly.
Just the next second, a ridiculous smile appeared on the face that had been a predator just now:
"Now, would you consider going out for a drink with me tonight?"
