Chapter 191 Trouble, Trouble, Trouble!

   "Boss, let's drop the dishes, hurry up!"

   Listening to Cantonese and Sichuan dialect in his ears, and looking at the faces of ABC, Fisher was a little uncomfortable.

  Although the initial plan was candlelight dinner, it’s best to be on a yacht. Unfortunately, the gods were not beautiful, and it started to rain halfway through.

Coupled with the subtle atmosphere between the two women sitting in the back row, Fisher, who was driving, would choose a lively Chinese restaurant if the atmosphere was active. In addition, their location was not far from Chinatown, and Fisher turned decisively. direction.

   "There is a lot of rain in the UK this season too!" Kate spoke first.

   "Yes, it's so cold, and the gloomy sky makes people don't want to leave the bed at all!"

In fact, from the moment Margaret arrived in New York, the contest between the two women began. Margaret was in an off-white suspender skirt. Kate matched herself with a black pleated dress. I took the Hermès bag that Fisher bought her. After the meeting, Margaret gave Fisher a Swiss Seiko Epoque watch, and Kate was defeated.

   "That's true, I don't want to get out of bed many times in New York, it's too tired!" Kate lifted her legs and inadvertently lifted the skirt to reveal her slender legs.

"I'm almost the same. I couldn't sleep at night for a while. I couldn't sleep all night. I felt like the whole person was ecstatic. The pillow was under the waist to sleep soundly!" Margaret smiled and then patted gently. Pat Fisher on the back.

   "I'm a little hungry!"

   "Hmm, I'll be here soon!" Fisher, who didn't dare to speak at all, could only drove the car faster without saying a word. He was afraid that the comparison would go down, and the two women would start to talk about the time!

   Fortunately, perhaps knowing that there are some things that cannot be said, the two women changed the subject again and began to discuss the luxury goods that strong women would like.

   And Fisher also breathed a sigh of relief, and drove the car to the place smoothly.

  "Here, it's here!" Pointing to the huge neon sign on the roof, Fisher pressed the button on the door to open the door for the rear.

   "This place looks very lively!"

"Yes, when it first opened, even the mayor was alarmed, but I think he came to show for these people's votes!" He threw the car key to the doorman and asked him to park the car, and then Fisher took the lead to follow suit. Behind the waiter walked into the lobby of the hotel.

   Originally, Fisher wanted to ask the two women what they wanted to eat, but the two seemed to ignore him. The more they talked, the happier they were. As for the dishes, Fisher took care of it.

  So Fisher could only order some based on his own taste, and then chose a low-density alcoholic beverage. Anyway, his current metabolism is enough to expel alcohol in a short time, so there is no need to worry about drunk driving.

   "So, your company's new product is still a typhoon?"

  After ordering the food, Fisher mixed in with the topic of the fair.

"After all, NATO, especially the United Kingdom, currently has no demand. The f35 is too expensive to buy too much. We are considering upgrading on the basis of the typhoon. After all, the size of the Royal Air Force is only that small! We can only look at it. There will be no other customers!"

   "That's it!" Fisher leaned on the chair, thought about it carefully, and then suddenly asked Kate, "Yes, Kate, is it a long time since the Iraqi Air Force's MiG?"

   "Well, almost, those planes are okay to sell as scrap iron, and now the air force training depends on the f16 we gave us!"

   "That's fine! Iraq is now a NATO ally. I want to buy some Typhoon fighter jets for my ally. NATO should have nothing to say!"

   "You don't need to be like this!" Margaret was touched. A typhoon is about 80 million euros, and the Iraqi government's finances are only getting better now, so the purchase money must still be paid by the giant.

  "No, in fact, if I don’t buy yours, I will change to another model. There is a rigid demand. Our Super Tomcat is too super-class, and cannot be accepted by the Iraqi army, and the Ministry of Defense will not agree to it!"

  Fisher felt that he might be the first licking dog to buy a fighter by buying a girl, no, it should be a wolf licking.

  As for the effect, the restless feet under the table have already explained the effect, and it is not worthwhile that Fisher ordered some good things to supplement, I must have a very happy tonight!

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Some were happy and some were worried. Stark was sitting at home as if his treasured figure was stolen, staring at the table in front of him, not even knowing when his new life secretary came in. It wasn't until the cotton swab in the opponent's hand touched the wound on his face that he didn't react.

   "Do I hurt?" Natasha asked quietly.

   "It doesn't hurt, no, I mean this pain is completely okay for me!" Stark looked at the small plate that had just been placed in front of him, with more than a dozen brand-name watches of various colors on it.

"I'll wear this tonight!" After randomly choosing a watch, Stark smelled the tempting perfume, then looked at the other person's eyes, and then said: "To be honest, I can't figure out your details. ,where do you come from?"

   "Legal department!" Natasha finished the medicine on the other party, and then carefully covered the wound with ointment.

   "Well, Natalie, I ask you a hypothetical question, if this is your last birthday party, what will you do?"

Natasha looked at the unshaven middle-aged man in front of her. He was different from the arrogance and self-confidence he used to be. Now he looks very decadent, with a trace of confusion in the vicissitudes of life. Without him, he proudly said that I am Iron man, no, the calmness of Iron Man.

   "Well, I probably do it with whomever I want, and do whatever I want!" Natasha packed up the medicine, then picked up the small tray she brought, and swayed out of the room.

"Do it with whomever you want, do whatever you want?" Stark touched his beard, and drank a full glass of martini in one breath. Well, come to feel, he knows what he should do. NS!

"Irebodi! Move! Let me see your hands! Tonight, we are not drunk or not!" Stark, wearing a steel suit, shook his head while adjusting his disc player, unleashing a burst of power. To the music, opposite him, there are countless beautiful women and handsome men with hot bodies dancing weird dances accompanied by flashing lights, accompanied by high-pitched screams, and Stark does not hesitate to raise the bottle in his hand. Joining in, aroused waves of noise in the crowd.

  (End of this chapter)