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After all, Bel Harris didn't call the police immediately.

It's not that I'm afraid or anything.

Mainly, he felt that those fat-bellied guys might not understand legal issues.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

The American police in the 1980s, rather than knowing the law, they knew how to spread drugs and how to collect protection fees...

Bell Harris hurriedly left the office, bought a hamburger and ate it on the road, and immediately found a friend who was a lawyer.

"I have a friend who asked me to help him with a question." Bell Harris's opening words made his friend roll his eyes.

"Okay, you have a friend, ask." The friend shrugged.

"Someone warned that friend of mine that if he didn't listen to him, he would kill him." The hesitant and cryptic question made Bell Harris' lawyer friend sit up straight immediately.

We are all adults, and the more we wave our arms, speak sincerely, and reveal our true feelings, the more lies we tell.

The more hesitant and covering up, the more truthful he is.

"Are you sure he dares to kill someone?" The lawyer grasped the key point.

Bel Harris nodded, nonsense, there are thousands of fucking people who died at the hands of that guy!

"Did he say anything threatening to you?"

"It's my friend, my friend!" Bell Harris said loudly with excitement.

"Okay, okay, your friend, answer my question, are there any witnesses or observers?" The lawyer raised his eyebrows.

Bear Harris tried his best to fall into memories. Whether it was in the office yesterday or in the car at night, Sean didn't seem to have said a threatening word, right?

After thinking for a while, he said what he thought was the scariest sentence, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person!"

The corner of the lawyer's mouth twitched, resisting the urge to curse, and said calmly: "Is there more?"

"No more." Bell Harris shook his head.

"Has that person ever done anything threatening to you?"

"My friend, my friend!" Bel Harris emphasized again and said: "In a car accident, I thought, ah, no, my friend thought he was dead. The truck driver did not escape. He was driving due to fatigue.

Violations of the law have been prosecuted."

"There was also a home invasion and robbery. No one was hurt. He took the property and left. The police did not arrest anyone."

"Are you sure that person did these two things!?" The lawyer frowned even more tightly.

"I'm sure!" Bel Harris nodded, although Sean did not admit it.

The lawyer shook his head and said, "That will disappoint you. Unless the truck driver speaks, there is nothing we can do."

"Do you think exposing him and using public pressure to deal with people who threaten you and your friends will be effective?"

Bel Harris thought about the overwhelming reports in the newspapers before and shook his head.

The lawyer leaned back and crossed his hands on his chest, "From the perspective of a friend, I think that if the other party doesn't ask you, that so-called friend, to do something that violates the law, then you can actually consider it."

"Okay!" Bell Harris slumped down like a deflated rubber ball, and his whole person seemed very lethargic.

There was a war between heaven and man in his mind, and he seemed to be distracted from work all afternoon. Belle Harris was not in the mood to talk to her lover at all, so she took the bus home as soon as possible after get off work.

drive?

It is impossible to drive a car.

How dare you drive!

When he walked from the bus stop to the door of his house, Bell Harris was stunned. There was a stretched Lincoln parked in front of his house. The license plate number was so eye-catching that how could he forget it.

Panic and fear hit his heart, and Bell Harris's feet became weak. At this moment, he was extremely worried about his wife and children. He endured the uncontrollable fear and staggered towards his home.

In the Lincoln car, Torre glanced at Bear Harris who ran past the car and stopped talking to him.

Bell Harris hurriedly opened the door to the villa and rushed into the living room. At a glance, he saw Sean sitting on the sofa. At this moment, Sean was talking to his wife with a smile on his face. The child next to him was sitting on the floor.

On the top, he was attentively playing with the model of Optimus Prime, which was about the same height as him.

Bear Harris was holding one hand on the wall and breathing heavily. His wife looked over with a surprised look on her face, and Sean sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and a half-smile.

"Why are you breathing like this? Seriously." The wife came over with some annoyance and supported Bell, "Mr. Sean has been waiting for you for a long time, why are you back so late?"

"Bell, no wonder you never let me come to your house. You have such a beautiful and virtuous wife, you are so jealous!" Sean joked with a smile.

Bell's wife covered her mouth and chuckled. She had every reason to be happy to be praised by such a young, handsome and wealthy man.

"Didn't you say we would meet tomorrow?" Bell couldn't laugh, and it was difficult to show it in front of his wife, so he could only grit his teeth and ask.

"Okay, that's my problem, I can't wait." Sean shrugged insincerely.

"Bell." The wife poked lightly, feeling that her husband was a little rude.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I'll invite your whole family out for dinner." Sean stood up and said.

Bell didn't know what he was thinking of. He trembled for no reason and said with a pale face: "No, no, I've been busy today and I'm very tired, so I won't go. I'll call you tomorrow or early tomorrow morning."

"Okay then." Sean didn't force it, smiled and patted Bell on the shoulder, "Enjoy your life, you will be very busy in the future."

"Well, goodbye, beautiful madam." Sean reached out and shook hands with Bell's wife before Shi Shiran left.

Seeing Sean's car disappear from sight, Bell suddenly turned his head and asked: "Why did you let a stranger into your home!"

"I..." The wife looked at Bell with some confusion, "Isn't he your friend? I can't let anyone wait for you outside."

"You just believe him when he says he's my friend!" Bell gritted his teeth and asked.

"He can't be a bad person!" The wife threw away Bell's hand angrily, inexplicably getting angry!

After driving the car, you let him in?

Does driving a good car mean you are a good person?

Bell sighed, not knowing how to explain that Sean was a complete devil.

Normal people wouldn't think anything bad when they see Sean's pomp and temperament.

"I'm sorry." Bell hugged his wife, "I, I just don't like him coming to the house. You know, he is a playboy, and he is so handsome and attractive. I admit, I am jealous of him.

, I’m just afraid of losing you.”

"I love you so much!"

"I hate it, what are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?" said the wife, with a big smile on her face.

happy!

It’s not without reason that the red flags at Beirneng’s house never fall down and the colorful flags flutter outside.

Money is important, but he is not that rich.

He is not the kind of handsome man who becomes more attractive in middle age.

He is a middle-aged man with a belly and a slight bald head.

However, Bell is good at talking!

Yes, literally good.

A flexible tongue.

The meaning of being eloquent.

Don't get anything wrong!

…

"What do you want me to do?" Early in the morning, Bell and Sean sat across from each other in the Starbucks coffee shop.

"I don't understand the steel industry. I need someone to help me build this steel plant from beginning to end."

"The factory needs talents like you!"

"It's that simple." Sean gently stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon.

"Why me!" Bell was a little bit crazy, what a disaster!

"If I say you can do it, you can do it, and if you don't, you can do it. If I say you can't, you can't do it. If you do, you can do it." The corner of Sean's mouth turned up in a cold arc, "Understand!"

The tone is flat, as if describing a fait accompli, and this flat and overbearing tone makes it impossible to refute.

"I have a non-compete agreement. Even if I resign, I can no longer do this job." Bell said with some helplessness.

"Bullshit non-competition agreement. Tomorrow you will be the deputy general manager of Sean Environmental Protection. What you do is environmental protection work. It has something to do with the steel industry. Just hang a puppet from the steel company and let the non-competition agreement go to hell."

Sean has plenty of ways to evade the law.

This is talent.

Bell was speechless.

"Look at that beautiful woman over there, what do you think she is?" Sean pointed to the woman sitting next to him and said.

"She..." Bell didn't understand what Sean meant, so he tentatively replied: "A woman."

"No, I said she's a bitch." Sean said expressionlessly.

Bell:???

Sean signaled, and the people around him immediately walked over and said something to the woman. The woman got up and walked over.

"He said you are a woman, and I said you are a bitch. Which one of us is right?" Sean smiled and looked at the beauty in front of him, holding a stack of green Franklin in his hand and pushing it in front of the woman.

"You, you are insulting me!" When the woman heard this, she became furious on the spot!

"US Daole will never insult anyone!" Sean tapped his fingers on a stack of U.S. dollars, and the woman looked at him uncontrollably.

There were ten cards in the pile, and the 1000US knife music made the woman's voice quiet down.

Sean picked up the wallet again and counted out ten cards one by one and pushed them over.

"The monthly salary of ordinary people in the United States is about US$900, they work 8 hours a day, and the hourly salary is less than US$5, but here it is US$2,000."

"I don't know what your job is, but I know that many people, many rich people, have some special hobbies."

"You are very beautiful, this is your inherent capital."

"If you are willing to put a chain around your neck, give the other end to the hands of someone who needs it, and be led for a walk on the street like a dog, then your hourly income can be from 5

The U.S. dollar breaks through 500, maybe more, maybe 1,000."

"100 times, or 200 times, or higher!"

"In one day, you can earn someone else's salary in a year, tens of thousands of dollars. After a year, you will become a millionaire."

"You can always take 1 million to change places and enjoy the life a rich man should have."

"The world is very big, but you are very small. No one will remember that much."

"I think it's simpler and easier to make money than being a bitch."

"This is just a job, a job to satisfy some people's special hobbies."

"What do you think?" Sean's tone was still so calm, describing the reality of this world calmly.

Sean didn't say a word, and the beauty in front of him swallowed a gulp of saliva, and her heart beat rapidly. But after Sean finished speaking, the beauty quickly snatched the 2,000 US dollars on the table and stuffed it into her trouser pocket.

Then he lay down on the ground, raised his buttocks high, climbed around twice, screamed "woof" and "woof" twice, raised his head, stuck out his tongue and said "ha", "ha", "ha"...

Sean smiled and clapped softly, "You see, you are very talented and you did it perfectly, didn't you?"

"So, bye!"

The woman got up from the ground, grabbed her bulging trouser pockets with one hand, showed a big smile to Sean, turned around and left the coffee shop quickly.

Bell stared blankly as the woman disappeared at the door, then turned to look at Sean. The expression on his face was extremely complicated for a moment. He couldn't tell how he felt, "You are really a devil."

"Ha, then do you think she will do what I said?" Sean smiled noncommittally.

"I..." Bell wanted to say no, but he understood that the woman was tempted.

"She got money and she is very happy. People who spend money satisfy their hobbies and are also very happy. The IRS received a new tax and they are also very happy. When women have money, they will spend a lot of money.

Businessmen are also very happy.”

"Everyone is happy, so why not?" Sean spread his hands and said with a smile: "Maybe she will meet her peers on the street in the future, and they will bark at each other."

As he said this, Sean laughed and said, "Another business thief is here."

"Look, nothing in this world can't be changed." Sean brought the topic back, looked at Bell and said, "You have the opportunity to be alone, isn't it good?"

"Besides, with me standing behind you, as long as it doesn't break the law, you don't have to worry about anything!"

"Phew!" Bell exhaled heavily, "Can I refuse?"

"Of course not."

Bell raised his hands and rubbed his face hard. The expression on his face changed from angry and helpless to serious and focused. He immediately adjusted his state, "So, what does the boss need from me?"

"I like your professional look." Sean laughed.

"Let's settle the issue of the patent contract first. There is no patent royalty. Just buy out the right to use all relevant patents in one lump sum. Do you have the authority to sign the contract?"

"Yes." Bell nodded, "The trust committee is a shareholder and does not participate in the actual operation and management. As the vice president, I have the authority to sign the contract, which has legal effect."

"But, I have to remind you, boss, this patent price cannot be free. If it is too low, it may be invalid."

"I'm not short of money, and I won't play any unscrupulous tricks. Normal patent transfer fees, I just won't accept that kind of long-term exploitation." Sean said with a big wave of his hand.

That kind of contract is tantamount to giving your lifeblood to someone else. When the time comes, the other party may increase the usage fee or terminate the contract to completely stop the company's operations.

In previous lives, companies with too many rabbits were deceived too much, and they were all working for free.

"There are still many means to guard against, such as delaying equipment delivery, later training, maintenance, spare parts, etc." Bell is an insider and knows these means well.

"Don't worry about equipment issues, as long as the contract is legal and compliant!" Sean smiled coldly, his white teeth shining coldly, "No one dares to take my money and do nothing, and I will not go through any legal channels with him!"

Only then did Bell realize that this was not a serious businessman.

Well, there is no sense of ownership here. No one will put themselves in danger for the company's contracts or other people's affairs.

"Besides, I'm poaching you, not just for yourself." Sean smiled and looked at Bell, "I need you to bring a mature management team and a complete technical team from here. I don't need any post-training."

, maintenance, I want my steel plant to get back on track immediately."

"time is money!"

"Just tell me if you have any difficulties and I will give you all the support you need!"

"From money to other things..."

"clear?"

"I understand!" Bell's eyes lit up, and his energy suddenly changed.

The waist is straightened by three points.

Damn it, why do you feel like you are the villain?

but……

This feels so damn good!

After walking out of the cafe, Bell stood by the road with his arms spread out, his head looking up at the sky, his mouth wide open, "Ahhhhhh!"

So what if he is a vice president?

There are two mothers-in-law on top, and a group of people below have their own factions. The company is like a cave full of spider webs. Walking in it, you are tied up everywhere, unable to break free, and constantly being pulled. It is actually quite annoying.

Now that he was determined to accept Sean's invitation, he felt relaxed and his whole body relaxed.

There is no longer anyone in your head to tell you what to do, and you no longer have to consider whether something is good or not, and you no longer have to look at someone’s face.

Of course, without the mother-in-law, there is a father.

But my father said, "I don't know anything about business or management, but I, Sean, am a man of "righteousness". I will never mistreat those who do things well. As long as you don't want to betray me, you don't have to do anything.

Afraid!"

After taking care of Bell, Sean went straight away. As for the contract for patents and equipment purchase, after Bell was settled, it would naturally be signed in the name of Sean Steel Company.

Now Sean is going back to New York!

…

No matter what idea David's bad old man had, Fidelity Trust's story of deliberately trying to intimidate him is not a lie.

Sean has always been tough and there is no way he could back down from this matter.

Although this will be at David's will.

However, when Sean considers problems, he always starts from ‘self’.

"Don't think about whether what I do is good or bad for others." In the car, Sean tapped his thigh lightly with his fingers and talked about his philosophy of life. "Before that, you have to think about it first.

For yourself, think about the benefits of a thing to yourself, and then take your fucking free time to care about others."

"I can't stop doing something just because it benefits people I don't like. The focus should be on myself, not others."

"You're doing harm to others without benefiting yourself!"

"The boss is right!" Torre nodded in agreement while driving.

The direction of the car's driving was Fidelity Trust, and Sean came to mess up the place today.

Sol was sitting next to Sean. He expressed that he didn't understand his actions today, so Sean naturally wanted to analyze it clearly for him.

Many times, most people will subconsciously do things that are "harmful to others and not beneficial to themselves" because of "emotional" factors.

"Fidelity is not easy to mess with!" Sol still wanted to persuade Sean.

Fidelity was originally founded in Boston in 1946 by Edward C. Johnson II. Fidelity Union Trust was only a subsidiary of Fidelity and was later acquired by Wachovia Bank.

In later generations, Fidelity also spun off a Fidelity Investment Group, becoming the world's largest fund company, managing assets of more than $10,000.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Fidelity United Trust today.

However, Fidelity United Trust currently manages more than $2.8 billion in assets for its principals.

Both his size and influence are several levels higher than the current Sean.

It's no wonder that Sol is very worried about Sean's trouble-making actions today.

"Shopping malls are like battlefields. If I take a step back from Fidelity today, then tomorrow, other companies of the same size will shit on me."

"So, no matter what kind of game there is between Trust and David, whoever dares to drag me into the battlefield, I will make him look good!" Sean said fiercely.

Not long after, the car parked steadily at the foot of the International Building in the east part of Rockefeller Center.

The door of the extended Lincoln opened, and Bald Lear stepped into the car and said, "Boss."

"Well, do you remember everything I taught you?" Sean smiled and reached out to pat Leal's thigh.

"Hey, boss, don't worry, I've remembered everything." Lille raised his hand and touched his bald head and said.

"Well, that's good. I'll watch your performance later."

"Do not worry!"

"Your mental illness confirmation certificate has been issued, go ahead and get started!"

Lear burst out laughing.

Outside the car, six big men in black suits and white shirts stood in a hexagonal shape, facing out, looking at everything around them warily.

The door of the Lincoln opened, and four big men in black suits and black suitcases held Sean firmly in the middle.

That black leather case is the portable explosion-proof device designed by Sean.

At a critical moment, the entire black suitcase will automatically eject with a single press of your hand, turning into a bulletproof curtain one meter wide and two meters long.

This thing has already applied for an international patent.

There is no such fuss when the president travels.

Just two words, fear of death,

Phew, it’s safe!

Not far away, on the roof of the Rockefeller Family Office, David listened to his secretary report that Sean had arrived downstairs in the International Building, with a smile on his face, "Haha, little guy."

The security guard at the entrance of the International Building stared blankly at this scene. Anyone who saw ten menacing men in black rushing towards them would be stunned.

But their duties force them to come up and stop these guys who obviously don't come with good intentions.

"Bang" "Bang" As soon as the two security guards approached the outermost circle of six, they were immediately pushed out hard.

Staring at him with murderous eyes, the two security guards tightened their grip, staggered and fell down.

Fall down well, fall down well.

It’s not that we didn’t stop it, it’s that we couldn’t stop it!

Ten people walked in exactly the same footsteps. Amidst the thumping sound, two people were left guarding the door again. They went straight to the elevator, and the remaining people protected Sean and went straight to the front desk of the lobby.

The elevator dinged and opened, and the few people standing inside were instantly frightened by the situation in front of them.

Two bodyguards in black waved people in the elevator to come out quickly. At this moment, even the Americans who had the most sense of justice and valued human rights the most did not think about safeguarding their own freedom.

The people in the elevator shouted and ran out. Sean did not enter the elevator immediately. Instead, two bodyguards went up first and pressed the floor where Fidelity was located.

They need to set up their defenses in advance!

It's not that I'm afraid of any danger. This is Rockefeller Center, so this is almost impossible to happen.

What Sean wants is momentum!

It wasn't until the elevator came down for the second time that Sean got on the elevator accompanied by his bodyguard and Saul.

At this moment, the two security guards guarding the door of the building blocked the elevator entrance and did not allow anyone to use the elevator until Sean's elevator stopped.

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The entire first floor on the 33rd floor of the International Building is used by Fidelity United Trust.

As soon as the elevator opened, two men in black suits with unkind expressions barged in, immediately alarming many people.

The two of them stood expressionlessly at the door of the elevator. Whether they were kind or malicious, anyone who wasn't blind wouldn't be able to tell.

The company's security came up to ask about the situation, but the two men in black suits and white shirts didn't reply, standing at the elevator door like robots.

This behavior made Fidelity's security at a loss for a while.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before Sean arrived and successfully rescued the security guard who was at a loss.

Among the eight black suits lined up on both sides, Sean stepped out with a relaxed look.

Looking around, the staff in Fidelity's office hall craned their necks to look this way.

Sean walked to the front desk, put one hand on the stage, and looked at the beautiful woman standing behind the front desk.

A group of menacing men were staring at her, and the beauty was completely stunned.

"Beautiful lady, can you tell me which room Phillips works in?"

"I need to make an appointment to see Mr. Phillips..." The beauty's voice became smaller and smaller, until finally her head was buried deeply in her chest.

Sean shook his head and reached out to pull out a flower from the vase at the front desk. With a charming smile on his face, he reached out and handed the flower to the beautiful woman who lowered her head in panic.

"Can you tell me now?"

The beauty at the front desk subconsciously took the flower and looked slightly to the right, "I won't tell you that his office is in the second to last room."

"Wow, you are such a good girl who can keep secrets." Sean smiled and stood up straight, "Don't worry, I will tell that guy Phillips about your secret-keeping behavior."

After that, Sean turned around and left.

Behind him, the beauty at the front desk burst into tears with a cry of "Wow".

The bald Lille guys who were following Sean opened their eyes wide and gritted their teeth, their expressions becoming more and more fierce!

Fake, we are the bodyguards of Mo De, and we will never laugh!

Gan!

When they arrived at the door of the office, Phillips' secretary still wanted to stop him, but the bald-headed Leer roughly pulled him away, and then kicked the door open with a bang.

Phillips, who was at work, was startled by the sound.

With an angry look on his face, he turned to look at the office door and saw Sean walking in with swagger.

Phillips' pupils shrank slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and he reprimanded loudly: "What do you do and why did you break into my office!"

With a sneer on his face, Sean walked to Phillips' desk, stretched out his hand, and swept everything on the desk to the floor. The sound of 'cracking' resounded throughout the office.

After cleaning up, Sean stretched his legs and sat sideways on the big desk, "Do you know me now, Phillips Creston!"

"Sean, don't go too far!" Looking at the mess on the ground and the young face sitting on the table in front of him, looking down at him, Phillips was completely furious at this moment, "This is Fidelity United Trust

, this is not New Jersey, this is not a place for you to run wild!"

Ha, Sean sneered, raised his little finger to pick out his ears, and then flicked it with his thumb, "Then what."

"Get out of here!" Phillips yelled, pointing at the door.

"That's it!?" Sean supported the table with one hand and raised his head and smiled.

For a long time, when Phillips' eyes were about to burst out with fire, Sean finally stopped laughing, "Aren't you very tough? Now, show your toughness, don't act like a resentful woman who only knows

Use your words."

Phillips' eyes suddenly widened. This was the first time someone had humiliated him in person. He clenched his fists tightly, wanting to punch Sean's mocking face hard.

If you weren't already over 50 years old.

"What are you doing? What are you doing!" A shout came from the corridor outside the door, and the management of Fidelity United Trust finally got the news and rushed over collectively.

However, several people from Lille were blocking the door. These talkative old men were unable to rush in and could only shout outside.

As for company security...

Well, two security guards have been put down at this moment, lying on the ground unable to get up.

"Let them in." Sean tilted his head and looked outside and said.

The security guard of

"What's going on? Who is he?" the president walked to Phillips and asked in a low voice.

Anyone who dares to make trouble here will definitely not be a small character. The president must first find out the background of the person coming.

Sean smiled when he saw this, jumped down from his desk, walked to the side and made the sofa, and dropped his feet on the coffee table with a 'bang'.

He needs to give the other party a space to speak.

Phillips' eyes were filled with fire, and he took a few deep breaths before whispering briefly in the president's ear.

Sean Rockefeller!

The president turned to look over. Of course he had heard of this name. The trust managed by Fidelity was owned by the Rockefeller family. How could he not care about that surname?

I just haven't met Sean.

"That's it." Sean smiled and looked sideways, "After that, tell me how you are going to give me an explanation."