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"Of course." Sean laughed loudly and said: "The edible oil is imported from the United States and has a 1:1:1 reasonable dietary formula. This is synonymous with nutrition, science and safety. Indians must like it."

"I'm not worried at all!"

"It is indeed imported..." The corner of Sol's mouth twitched fiercely, "It still has fresh saliva, God, I can't think about it."

Sol rubbed his temples helplessly.

“How do they price it?”

"It's just the normal price." Saul was a little confused.

"A bunch of idiots who only think about curry!" Sean smiled disdainfully, "In this way, I will give them another product positioning plan to ensure that they make more money."

"Are you so kind?" Saul looked at Sean with some confusion.

"What do you mean, I have always been a good person." Sean rolled his eyes, organized his words and said: "The nutritional formula imported from the United States is specially designed for the Indian body. It is a reasonable diet and a healthy diet.

"

"The packaging should be made more beautiful, and then the brand of import from the United States should be used to promote the oil's low yield and high nutritional value."

"You have to consider the hearts of consumers. If they can afford to buy imported goods from the United States, they don't mind spending twice as much!"

"How can you be more popular like this!" Sean opened his hands and gestured: "Originally, the output is limited, so of course we must extract the maximum value reasonably."

"Those low-caste people don't know anything. They won't listen to you no matter what you say!"

Sean had seen too many of these methods in his previous life, and he was one of those people who was miserably deceived.

Sol looked at Sean sideways, shook his head and sighed: "The capitalist's method is to make people understand."

Sean waved his hands repeatedly and said humbly: "No, no, I'm far worse than an entrepreneur."

Thor: Do you think I’m complimenting you!?

"Do you know why hell is becoming more and more empty?" Thor said directly without waiting for Sean's answer: "Because all the demons have been sold out by you!"

"Not bad!" Sean laughed and said, "Have you heard a sentence?"

"What?"

"The money is gone, you can make more, but your conscience is gone..."

"You are no longer human!" Sol responded.

"No!" Sean shook his head and said seriously: "If your conscience is gone, you will make more money!"

Ha, Thor looked up at the sky and raised his middle finger high.

After laughing for a while, Sol then talked about the second thing about going to India.

"The precious metal refining you want to do, there are people over there who have taken over it. They are responsible for passing on the technology, but they require these waste products to be sold to them for unified processing."

"It's not a problem. Why don't you give me some profit? As we all know, I, Sean, am a generous person." Sean waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

"I don't know whether you are generous or not, but everyone in New Jersey knows that you have the reputation of being able to squeeze oil out of garbage." As he said this, Saul laughed.

Sean doesn’t care either. Isn’t this the best compliment to a capitalist?

After all the formalities were completed, Sol took his leave. He wanted to go back and have a good rest. He was running back and forth. Although the reception in India was good, he still felt tired when he returned home.

Physically, mentally.

"Don't worry, the Peace Hotel has opened. Go there and relax for a few days." Sean said with a smile.

"Are you sure you can still rest there!?" The corners of Sol's mouth slowly raised, and a strange light shone in his eyes.

The scene after the opening of the Peace Hotel. He heard Jonas say on the phone, "What a guy!"

"That's right, forget it." Sean said pretending to agree.

"No, no, no, it's just a joke, don't be so serious." Sol grabbed Sean's wrist.

very tight.

"Then what nonsense are you talking about? Get out of here!" Sean smiled and gave Thor a kick.

After Sol left, Sean originally wanted him to take care of the metal scrap collection, but seeing that he was so tired, he decided not to do it.

Let this guy Torre go through various formalities, and Sean made a call to Governor Bennie himself.

The acquisition of scrap metal is different from that of Lao Mei and Rabbit.

No one is allowed here to ride a cart with a loudspeaker hanging on his waist and shout "collect rags" all over the world.

Regardless of whether it is illegal or not, this damn place is vast and sparsely populated. There are not as many people as a small county in Newark. This method is really inefficient.

Generally, household scrap iron is thrown away directly like garbage. This needs to be separated by an "environmental protection" company.

The rest are mostly collective behaviors of enterprises, which are dealt with on a large scale.

Acquisition?

It is impossible to spend money without spending money!

Spend money to buy this kind of thing, are you kidding me? Are you looking down on me, Sean Rockefeller?

…

The phone in Brewster Jesse's office rang. When he picked it up, he heard his secretary say that someone was coming to visit.

"Who?" Brewster Jesse blinked, thinking he heard wrong, "Sean?"

"Are you sure it's Sean Rockefeller?"

Hearing the secretary's confirmation, Brewster Jesse was stunned for a while. Only when the secretary called him again did he wake up, "Oh, let him come up, no, wait, I'll go down and pick him up."

After hanging up the phone, Brewster Jesse picked up the suit next to him and put it on. As he walked downstairs, he kept muttering to himself, why did this damn guy suddenly come to look for him?

You're not looking for trouble, are you?

To be honest, my heart trembles a little when I think of this Brewster Jesse.

He wasn't sure if the secret manipulation he did last time was leaked.

In fact, he regretted it afterwards.

He didn't even know what he was thinking at the time. Looking back now, he seemed to have gone completely crazy in those days. He didn't even recognize him, and the things he did were childish and ridiculous.

It doesn't do any good at all, it just offends people.

Having been in the political arena for decades, he suddenly lost his mind completely. He himself did not believe that he could do it.

He must have been deceived by the damn devil!

The matter has come to this, and there is no use regretting it now. Now Sean is here.

Wouldn't this guy suddenly beat himself up?

Standing in the elevator, Brewster Jesse's expression kept changing.

Probably, no...

Sean wouldn't be so impulsive, would he?

But he is young, what if, what if he gets impulsive?

That’s tens of millions per year!

"Damn it!" Brewster Jesse cursed, not noticing that the elevator door had opened.

It wasn't until Brewster Jesse looked up and saw Sean's smiling face that he woke up in horror and realized that he had lost his composure again.

"Ah, ha, Mr. Sean Rockefeller, nice to see you." After all, he is an old politician. Brewster Jesse adjusted his mood instantly, strode over, stretched out his hand and smiled: "I have heard about it a long time ago.

I know your name, but this is the first time I’ve met you.”

"Mr. Brewster Jesse, it's nice to meet you. I've wanted to visit you for a long time, but I never had the right opportunity." Sean shook hands with the old guy for a moment and then let go.

"Don't you know Mr. Sean? What kind of appointment do you need for Mr. Sean to come?" Brewster Jesse turned to his secretary and scolded him, then put on a smile again, "Sean, it's okay for me to call you that."

Well, I’m really sorry.”

"It's okay, you're too polite."

Brewster Jesse personally led Sean up, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't look like he was looking for trouble. That's good, that's good.