Legendary American Tycoon

Chapter 53: Island Agreement

Saya thought for a while and found it reasonable.

But Saya is just a little girl and doesn't have much right to speak on the small island.

White encouraged: "Step by step."

Saya introduced White to the people on the small island.

Most of them also work on Vanilla Island. Like many residents of Tahiti, they welcome tourists and are responsible for their guides.

They spoke a language that White could not understand, and all communication was through Saya.

White sat in a side seat, letting his eyes roll around in the small room.

I don’t know what he imagined, how much can these simple Tahitians listen to?

What a resort hotel needs most is to have a good relationship with local residents.

Saya walked to White and shook her head: "Without money, I can't keep going."

Several dark-skinned old men looked here in silence.

"I can provide some help." White whispered.

"you?"

She thinks I am joking?

White grabbed Saya's shoulder and turned to the corner: "You do what I said and see the short-term passenger flow."

"They disagree, and I can't help it."

"This requires you to lead even more."

Saya leaned against the wall, dubiously.

The line of sight over there is still looking here.

White persuades: "The entire Tahiti has only small islands without names and no tourists. Now is a good opportunity for improvement."

"I want to do this too..."

"I'll speak from your father's generation."

White patted Saya on the shoulder and walked towards the group of old people. One of them is handsome, although he is a little older, but has good features, Saya is somewhat similar to him.

White walked to Saya's father, this man.

The group led by Sa’s father disagreed with White’s method.

They have a strong sense of group: "We don't need an outsider to tell Kojima."

When Father Sa was speaking, White was fully polite to him and did not intervene.

After that, Sa's father's stubby neck was covered with blue veins and bloodshot eyes.

After Father Sa closed his mouth, White said: "This island has no value at all at present. As the island where you grew up, don't you think it is a pity?"

The resources of the small mini-island are good, but the scale is small and no one invests funds to develop it.

Why don't the rich chain companies set their sights here?

Because the small mini island is really remote.

Even good resources are only natural resources. Tahiti has never lacked these tourism resources.

Father Sa was dumbfounded by the questions.

White took advantage of the victory and pursued: "You are the first person in Tahiti to build a small mini island. At that time, you don't need to get up early to work on Vanilla Island, and you can make a good fortune. What's wrong? ?"

Sa's father hesitated and couldn't tell why it was bad.

They gathered together, their shoulders collapsed, their heads together, whispering and talking.

Saya was embarrassed: "You are willing to support us, we still hesitate for a long time."

"I am just an ordinary person." White expressed understanding.

The main reason was that White didn't have much money. Seeing such a clearing on the small mini-island, he had an idea, but he couldn't carry out tourism activities like other islands, so he had to think of this way.

In fact, even if you change to other rich people, it is too late now.

Let alone the geographical advantages of other islands in Tahiti, the small mini-islands are at best a desert island in front of them. Even if a lot of money is invested in the small mini-island, no tourists will be attracted.

It would be a shame to just give up like this.

While White was thinking secretly, these old people gathered together turned their heads, lined up in a row, with serious expressions.

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Looking at their expressions, White secretly said that it was broken, and what was going to happen next.

The reason why people in Tahiti are so hospitable is that they also have the idea of making money.

In my bones, the xenophobia is still very serious.

They don't trust outsiders.

Sure enough, one of them said: "There is something to be clear."

Then they began to thank them.

White thought with a headache, what the **** is going to need to say a bunch of thanks.

Saya, who was interpreting by the side, said quickly: "My fathers have this problem."

Talking about business matters, come here to heap thanks.

Father Sa had been listening in silence, and when one of them finished speaking and drank water to moisturize his throat, Father Sa coughed twice and stood up with his hands behind his waist.

White straightened his back and waited for Saya's translation.

Father Sa's lips opened and closed like a switch.

Finally, Sa's father stopped and finished speaking, a sentence is not long, Saya can translate continuously.

White turned his gaze to Saya's somersault and slowly realized that Saya was wrong.

Saya lowered her head and said nothing. White went over and asked, "What did they say?"

Saya shook her head, pinched the corners of the skirt with both hands, her eyes were dodgy, just not looking at White.

Several old people nearby were staring, and White couldn't pinch her shoulders to make Saya look at herself. White had no choice but to wait for Saya to speak.

She always said it anyway.

Father Sa took a few pieces of paper and handed White a pen by the way.

White was about to take it, too late to read the content on the paper, and Saya snatched the pen with a whisper in exclamation.

When Father Sa saw it, his eyes rounded, and he said a few words to Sa Ya Jili.

Saya retorted unwillingly.

After going back and forth, Saya's cheeks turned red into the temple.

White is dumbfounded, what are these father and daughter doing?

After a quarrel, Father Sa yelled "shutup!"

White finally understood what he said in English. He originally felt that he couldn't figure out his head, but when Sa's father yelled, he felt a little bit interesting.

Saya had no choice but to tell White all about it.

White watched Saya's pink lips close together and spit out those words.

"This agreement is for you to marry me." Saya said softly, lowering her eyelids in embarrassment.

White took the pen.

Saya screamed, "What do you do, White!"

White paused when he heard the words and raised his eyes: "Are you willing?"

Saya blushed: "What are you talking about?"

The mermaid stared at White with a slight angrily.

White sighed, "I'll talk to you later."

With Sa's father's satisfied eyes, White scribbled the words hastily.

When Father Sa took back the paper, White stopped him: "Please also give me a copy."

Father Sa's eyes seemed to say: "What tricks does this kid have?"