Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

On the open sea closest to Naples, Italy, the Mafia Tyson's cruise ship approached an unnamed island, and the sandy beach on the island was as white as salt, and it was extremely delicate to step on.

Rodger and Tyson walked off the cruise ship talking and laughing. His overly fair skin made him look extremely unhealthy. Wide-rimmed sunglasses covered most of his face. Because of a serious injury to his leg, he looked very unhealthy when walking. A little lame.

As soon as he stepped on the beach, he saw Dongfang Yingwu walking towards him. Obviously, the former financial director of Dongfang Group already knew his whereabouts and chased him here.

"Rodger, you have worked so hard to find me," Dongfang Yingwu said bluntly, "I thought I would never see you again?"

"Really?" In pure American English, without taking off the sunglasses, he stretched out his gloved hand to shake Dongfang Yingwu, and then said lightly: "Mr. Dongfang, look at what you said, anyway, I am in the United States. Is your DFM company still there? What are you worried about?"

"The DFM company didn't pay me." Dongfang Yingwu shook his head and said, "Rodger, you are too cunning, let our company do so much business for you, but in the end you owe us the money of Dongfang Group in your own name, And the debt is tens of billions, and our Dongfang Group can hardly afford it."

"Is there such a thing?" Rodger was obviously surprised when he heard Dongfang Yingwu's words, and couldn't help asking: "Isn't the Dongfang Third Young Master in power in the Dongfang Group? Didn't you hear that he was quite capable two years ago? The Eastern Group has made a lot of money?"

"It's not working in the last two years." Dongfang Yingwu shook his head, obviously unwilling to continue talking about the Eastern Group with Rodger, and quickly changed the subject: "Rodger, I brought the bill, you see the money owed to the Eastern Group Pay me, I heard that you have made a lot of money doing oil in the past two years."

"I made some money," Rodger said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his deep eyes shot Dongfang Yingwu's face through the black sunglasses, and then said flatly: "But I owe the money to Dongfang Group. I plan to go to the Eastern Group to pay in person."

"Then there's no need," Dongfang Yingwu immediately took Rodger's words, then patted himself on the body and said, "The Eastern Group's debt is on me, and it's useless for you to go to the Eastern Group. You give me the money, and I I'll give you the bill, and we'll settle it."

"But the key is... What if the Eastern Group asks me for money again?" Rodger still shook his head: "I don't think this is appropriate, and I have heard that Dongfang Mo, the president of the Eastern Group, is now , and Dongfang Mo is not easy to talk to, if he asks me for money..."

"He won't ask you for money," Dongfang Yingwu quickly signed the ticket, and then added: "The Dongfang Group is at the end of its rope now. We asked for the withdrawal of shares. They have no funds to return to me, so I will send you The owed bill gave me the shares."

"Oh, so that's how it is," Rodger suddenly realized, then nodded after thinking for a while, and said, "That's fine, but I didn't bring the money with me, how about it, I'll have someone bring the money over, and we will make an appointment , and then find a middleman to testify, of course someone you can trust and I can trust, you give me the bill, and I will pay you the money in one go, how about it?"