Restart the Flying Age

Although Isabella is not right, it is not far away.

This also made Wu Tao look at her with admiration. Unexpectedly, this romantic French girl still has some dry goods in her head.

No wonder, it was easy to get into the Batumi Committee from ESTI.

It can be seen that the Western world still has a certain hostility and guard against the sudden rise of China.

On the one hand, they can not give up such a huge and potential market; on the other hand, they are afraid to cultivate a strong competitor for themselves.

Until the end of the banquet, Wu Tao watched silently and coldly.

Anyway, having Isabella by her side from beginning to end, staying with her every step of the way, is not so lonely.

But from the small chats between Molly and Panis, Wu Tao knew that the host of this banquet had already seen them both in private.

This is obviously hanging himself.

So when Molly mentioned that she wanted to introduce him to the owner of the manor, Wu Tao refused without even thinking about it.

The situation is so clear, there is no reason why I want to use my hot face to stick people's cold ass.

Molly felt that Wu Tao was stubborn, and it was the peculiar face of Chinese people, so she didn't understand it in her heart.

When the banquet began to have guests leaving one after another, Wu Tao immediately put down the glass he had been playing with for a long time, got up and walked out.

Isabella followed closely without saying a word.

But Molly and others, who were chatting with friends in the distance, couldn't keep up.

Walking out of the old castle of the manor, Wu Tao let out a sigh of relief. The sky in Amsterdam is clear and blue, so pure. However, the circles and people in this place are not so simple.

"I'm a little hungry, how about you?" Wu Tao retracted his gaze from the sky and turned to look at Isabella who had been with him.

Isabella nodded cheerfully, her face flushed with joy, "Me too."

"Okay, let's have a big meal now!"

Just as the two of them lifted their feet to leave, an arrogant voice came from behind: "A Chinese Mr. Wu, is it going to leave so humiliated?"

Wu Tao turned around and saw that a glamorous young man with a gloomy look in his eyes, followed by a group of men in black wearing sunglasses, came straight towards him mightily.

The young man was combing his bohemian, rolling blonde hair, and his blue eyes had a self-righteous smile, no matter how evil he looked, he was not serious.

Seeing Isabella clutching Wu Tao's arm tightly, her body straightened back.

Seeing the opponent's formation, Song Zhuang had already taken the lead in blocking Wu Tao. Song Guanghui and others scattered beside the parking lot of the manor quickly gathered.

While gathering, stretched out his hands into his arms.

The scene suddenly became rattled.

Although his own numbers do not have the upper hand and lack the home court advantage, Song Zhuang is already thinking about how to send his boss away.

Wu Tao patted Song Zhuang’s tight back and said lightly: "Don’t be nervous, I think Mr. Agnelli just wants to say a few schadenfreude words. We also promote style and freedom of speech. There is no need for this. Fight hard."

The young man who walked over didn't understand what Wu Tao said, but from Song Zhuang's posture that he walked away, he guessed it.

With a wave of his white gloved right hand, the sturdy black-clothed men behind them all stopped and stopped five steps away from the opposite of Wu Tao.

At the same time, the young man spread his hands in an unsuspecting posture, while taking off the white gloves on his hands and said: "Mr. Wu is really courageous. It seems that his family background in China is probably not ordinary. ."

As soon as the voice fell, the young man had already walked up to Wu Tao.

The two are 30 centimeters apart, which is not a distance that makes people feel particularly comfortable. Especially when the two parties are not familiar with each other, and the light is loose and the dark is tight.

Wu Tao's complexion remained unchanged, and he looked straight at the opponent's blue eyes, "So average, at least compared to the noble blood of Mr. Agnelli, it's really average."

"Andrea Agnelli, born in an Italian nobleman." The other party introduced himself, but didn't mean to reach out and shake his hand.

Wu Tao said clearly: "Wu Tao, a commoner of China."

Andrea frowned immediately, "I'm sorry, as a civilian, I can hardly imagine Mr. Wu being able to represent China at the Asimer's bidding and shareholding conference. Or is there anything Mr. Wu concealed?"

Wu Tao's heart turned, dare to believe that this guy regards himself as a red capitalist, the official business of the Chinese government.

He shook his head disappointedly at the moment, "Maybe Andrea, you were wrong at the beginning. Believe it or not, I only speak for myself, and all my actions only represent myself and my property."

"I'm sorry, I can't believe it." Andrea spread his hands unabashedly, shrugged and shook his head.

So Wu Tao turned around and left without saying a word.

It wasn't until I reached the entrance of the parking lot that Andrea's call came from behind, "Wait, Mr. Wu, we haven't finished talking yet, have we?"

"Andrea, if you preconceived that I was a comprador capitalist of the Chinese government, then we actually have nothing to talk about. Don't you?" Wu Tao's attitude is also very clear, as if he doesn't care about this review and cooperation. NS.

"OK!" Andrea has lost the initiative, but he still refutes himself: "But as a private capitalist, Mr. Wu has entered the semiconductor industry with such a big fanfare. This is really incomprehensible. After all, this is not an easy task. Thing!"

Wu Tao bluntly said: "The greater the risk, the greater the return. This is a simple truth in the capital industry ~www.readwn.com~. I think this, I don't need me to remind you?"

"Even so, there is really no need for us to take the risk and let a company with a Chinese background invest in Asme." After a long time, Andrea finally talked about the topic.

Wu Tao said blankly: "I admit that what you said makes sense. It seems that in Europe, where the first and second industrial revolutions have gone through, there are only conservatives who have not moved forward. No wonder this. The world has become the American world."

"...Surely speaking, if you do this, apart from surrendering the huge Huaxia market, or forcing China to use the nation's strength to break through key technologies in the semiconductor industry, it will not benefit your consortium at all. Relying on it all day long How much money can a few **** and clubs make no matter how many tricks they play?"

After speaking, Wu Tao laughed.

Andrea’s expression was ashen, “As long as we continue to implement a semiconductor technology blockade policy against China, how easy is it for China to break through this technology? At that time, no matter how big the China market is, it will still be our bag. Isn't it?"

Wu Tao smiled and shook his head, "Never underestimate the potential of the Huaxia people! What's more, now that we have my partners and me. You don’t care about the huge benefits of the Huaxia market, but there are always people who care. Maybe it’s Taidao, Dongying. , Or Southeast Asia? Who knows?"

"No matter whether our results can be achieved or not, it can't change the results on my side." Wu Tao continued confidently, "For me, everything is just a matter of time."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Andrea with contempt: "But for the Agnelli consortium, whether you can get rid of the vassal consortium in your lifetime is often due to your humble choice..."