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A group of Fidelity executives looked at each other, and Sean mentioned David Rockefeller by his first name several times.

Finally, I just called the old guy directly.

It can be seen from this that this arrogant guy did not take David, the head of the Rockefeller family, seriously at all.

Yes, Sean said that on purpose.

Anyway, he will never admit it after walking out of this door.

It's all slander, revenge and instigation by the opponent Chi Guoguo.

I, Sean Rockefeller, am a good capitalist young man who knows how to respect the old and care for the young!

"If you are not satisfied, you don't have to buy it. We are not forcing you. This is not a reason for you to go to Fidelity and use violence!" The president of Fidelity softened his tone a lot, but he still wanted to maintain Fidelity's face.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Sean waved his hand impatiently, "Those companies and those patents are all owned by Rockefeller. You are just a group of managers, and you really think of yourselves as the masters!"

"This is an irrevocable trust. Once the trust is reached, it cannot be changed. Only the beneficiaries who are over 30 years old can request revocation when they are sober and have not been threatened or deceived. Otherwise, they will be the managers of these assets. This

It’s the law…”

Yes, it is almost impossible for even the beneficiary to revoke the trust. Although the law allows it, how can you prove that you are awake and not under duress?

I am here to protect your interests and for your own good!

Because Elvis Presley's woman could not prove that she was sane and had a history of drug abuse, she always had things that were not hers.

And how many people in the United States have no history of drug abuse? Even the president has passed away.

This is why David Rockefeller has been unable to do anything with the trust company.

unless……

When Fidelity's legal advisor and barrister was spitting out saliva, Sean gently poked the bald Lil next to him.

Lille jumped up suddenly, with a ferocious face. He held the table with one hand, pointed at the white-haired lawyer with the other and cursed loudly: "Fuck you law, you damn old man, fuck you Fuck, Fuck you

The whole family, all the women in the family!”

What are you talking about? What are you scolding?

Crazy cursing!

Lille's sudden outburst caused the entire conference room to fall into an eerie silence.

Everyone at Fidelity stared blankly at this foul-mouthed guy, with confusion written on their faces.

Where did this damn rude guy come from!

Why is he here!

Sol lowered his head and covered his face with his hands. He was afraid that he would laugh out loud.

Sean kept a straight face. If he hadn't received professional training, he would never have been able to hold it back.

Accustomed to negotiating, accustomed to talking about rules and laws, even the most eloquent lawyer was stunned for a while.

Lear cursed non-stop for three minutes before the other party responded.

"Damn it, you rude redneck, you, you, you dare to insult me, I'm going to sue you, I'm going to send you to jail!" The lawyer's hair was about to explode. He had never been so angry.

"Come on, come on!" Lear became even more energetic, roared around the conference table, and charged toward the old lawyer menacingly, like a furious lion.

At this moment, the old lawyer was so frightened that he opened his mouth wide and could not utter a single word.

Obviously, when face to face, words can never beat fists.

Facing the furious Lear, no one among Fidelity's top executives dared to stand up and make any declaration of justice.

You can't expect a group of multi-millionaires in their 50s to fight against a stinky security guard like Lille.

"You fucking sue me now, come on, call the police, hurry up!" Leal snatched the phone from the old lawyer and slapped it on the conference table, "Fuck me, if you don't call the police, you're the one

grandson!"

"You, you, you..." The old lawyer was filled with murderous intent and calmed down on the spot.

Well, very calm.

It is impossible for Lille to go to jail with threats and insults, and he can be released on bail with some money. This is only useful to some poor people.

"I'm warning you, don't be so impulsive. You almost killed Mr. Phillips just now. I can definitely sue you for deliberate obliteration. You will be sentenced to at least 5 years in prison." The old lawyer spoke slowly, hoping to be calm and calm.

His words made the guy in front of him feel fearful.

Phillips:???

What does it have to do with me!?

When did I say I was going to sue him?

Stop fucking making false accusations!

"Five years!" The first thing that came to Leer's mind was the hotel-style prison.

This is great!

"Come on, old guy!" Lear grabbed the old lawyer by the collar and lifted him up from the seat with one arm, "Sue me now, immediately!"

"Five years is not enough, at least 20 years are needed!"

"Not only am I going to kill him, I'm going to kill you too!"

"Cut off your head bit by bit, and use a chainsaw to cut your whole family into pieces!"

Lifted up in the air by Lier, the old lawyer felt like he couldn't breathe, his face turned red, and he couldn't speak.

When a person is not afraid of the law, lawyers who use the law as a weapon lose their effectiveness.

He was like this now, being picked up and tossed around casually in someone's hands.

Seeing that the old lawyer was so stunned that he rolled his eyes, Sean was still watching with his arms crossed, as if he was not afraid that Lear would really kill the old lawyer.

Yes, Sean is indeed not afraid.

If you die, you will die.

There is no death penalty in New Jersey, and the best he can do is to be put in jail.

It's very embarrassing that the prison was opened by oneself!

Since taking prison, Sean's group of men have been extremely active in taking the blame...

In the past, we drew lots, and whoever was unlucky went to jail. Now we still raise money, and whoever was lucky went to jail.

The treatment inside is better than outside!

Not to mention freedom. For most people in the 1980s, the majority were those who had never left their own urban areas in their lives.

Besides, Sean wouldn't really restrict their freedom.

Even if something goes wrong, it's still the prison management's problem, and it has nothing to do with Sean, a legitimate and serious businessman?

No!

"Sean, stop him quickly. Do you really want him to kill Phil?" Seeing the old lawyer kicking his legs, the CEO of Fidelity stood up suddenly and shouted loudly, regardless of testing Sean's attitude.

.

"What does it have to do with me? I can't control him." Sean curled his lips and said nonchalantly.

"You!" Fidelity CEO was really anxious, "Sean, don't be like this. There is nothing that cannot be discussed. We have no intention of making things difficult for you, I swear."

"Are you sure? We can talk?" Sean laughed.

"I'm sure!" the Fidelity president said loudly, raising his hands.

"Lil, are you fucking crazy again? Put him down quickly." As if he had just seen it, Sean pointed at Lir and cursed loudly: "Damn it, how could you treat a kind person like this?

old man!"

Hearing Sean's words, Lear let go, and the old lawyer who called Phil fell down and knocked down the seat.

The people from Fidelity hurriedly rushed forward, caressing their chests and breathing smoothly, until Phil coughed a few times and then slowly recovered.

Phil was just suffocating and couldn't breathe. It only lasted more than 30 seconds, and it was still early for his life to be in danger.

After more than ten minutes of straight talk, Fidelity finally sat back down at the negotiating table.

A group of old men looked at Lille angrily, and Lille bared his teeth in disapproval.

"Do you really want to kill someone? Do you know what will happen if you kill someone?"

"Even if you escape the death penalty, you will still be imprisoned for life. You will have to stay in that small iron cage for the rest of your life and be tortured." Fidelity people tried to use 'reasoning' with Lear.

"Have you ever heard of a hotel-style prison?" Lear looked up and said with a longing look on his face: "I think the conditions there are much better than what I have now."

Hotel prison?!!

A group of people turned to look at Sean, who showed a big smile, "I believe you have heard relevant reports before, about... half a month ago?"

"I, Sean Rockefeller, renovated a hotel-style prison with its own beach, garden, gymnasium, and swimming pool. To put it simply, it is a super high-end community. As long as you don't leave the community, you can do whatever you want."

"You only need to pay a small fee." Sean stretched out his hand and made a gesture of counting money, "If you are punished by the law one day, you can come to me and I will give you a 20% discount."

Everyone in Fidelity: “…”

Damn New Jersey!

Damn capitalists!

Damn the law!

Gan!

"Ahem, sorry to disturb you all." Thor coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention and then said: "I have to explain in advance that Mr. Lil Biedrins was once a heroic hero.

A fearless American soldier, he has made many achievements on the battlefield and won medals."

"He has done meritorious service for the United States, he has shed blood for the United States, and he has fought for everyone in the United States!"

"After the war, Lille put down the gun in his hand and returned to a peaceful society." As he said this, Saul seemed to be moved, and reached out to gently wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

However, Sean was very suspicious that this guy was holding back tears while laughing.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I was so touched!" Sol calmed down and then continued: "But, something unfortunate happened."

"Due to his long-term experience in the war, Lille suffered from a very serious 'postwar traumatic stress disorder' after the war. This is a mental illness that can produce violent tendencies and hallucinations when exposed to strong stimulation."

"The military can prove this, and so can the three authoritative hospitals in New Jersey."

"Oh, by the way, I brought the relevant inspection report today." As he said that, Saul took out a document with many seals and placed it on the table in the conference room.

The conference room fell into an eerie silence.

A group of senior executives at Fidelity looked extremely uncomfortable as if they had eaten a piece of hot shit.

I can go fuck you!

Despicable, shameless, obscene, shameless...

All the dirty words appeared in their minds, but no one cursed them out, but all of them looked livid.

Of course, they have no doubt about the authenticity of which medical examination report is on the table.

It's not difficult!

They can do it too.

Mental illness is a mysterious condition.

Coincidentally, Lille really suffers from a serious 'post-war psychological trauma syndrome', and Sean really didn't lie this time.

Shortly after Lille retired, he went to prison because of fighting issues. It was then that he was diagnosed with post-war psychological trauma syndrome.

At that time, X security had not yet been established.

However, this became better after Lille joined X Security, a semi-military organization.

Well, I can usually vent, and occasionally I can go out and kill someone to relax or something.

This is also the reason why Lille was chosen to do this kind of thing. This guy has a lot of murderous intent. If Sean didn't organize himself just now, he would really kill Phil.

Oh, Phil felt this very clearly.

So, Phil didn't want to talk.

What I hate the most is that you guys are always willing to kill people and have no technical skills at all.

"By the way, Mr. Lear passed through a prison once before, that was in Pennsylvania, and at that time, X security was not established."

"In view of this situation, my boss, Mr. Sean Rockefeller, out of charity considerations and the feelings of his comrades, chose to provide a good living environment for Lear and many people who have the same symptoms as Lear.

To avoid unnecessary harm to them and society."

"That's why X Security was established." Saul said, clenching his fists and waving them hard, "Mr. Sean is really a good man!"

"As expected of a member of the Rockefeller family, charity is flowing in his body!"

"This is what I should do!" Sean smiled and nodded. He felt a trace of blush, just a trace. After all, what Sol said was true.

"Pfft, kukukuku!" Lille couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed out loud, covering his mouth.

"What the hell are you laughing at!" Sean turned his head and looked over with a dark face.

"Pfft, boss, I, Kuku, I remembered something happy." Lear grinned widely and reached out to scratch his bald head.

"What a happy thing!" Sean gritted his teeth.

"I, yes, my cat gave birth to a baby." Lear said seriously.

"Pfft!" Sol finally couldn't help it.

"Why are you laughing again!"

"My dog ​​also gave birth to a baby." Sol covered his face.

It’s so unprofessional, I’m a lawyer and I actually laughed!

"Okay, everyone, we are negotiating, not performing a drama!" Fidelity's president couldn't stand it anymore.

Damn it, it’s endless, you’re scaring us old guys, right?

Let me tell you, we...

Scared!

Yes, I'm scared.

"Mr. Sean, you are also a rich man with hundreds of millions of assets, and your assets are among the top 500 people in the world. You are like this..." The president of Fidelity spread his hands helplessly, "It is very inconsistent with you.

Identity is also discrediting the name Rockefeller."

"That's a bullshit identity." Sean snorted, "Four years ago, I was still a fucking big shot soldier, braving the hail of bullets and fighting with others on the battlefield."

“Three years ago, I was serving plates at a fucking pizza place!”

"This kind of life lasted until I received a call that my father, whom I had never met before, died!"

"That day I happily rushed to the back kitchen of the pizza shop to resign to the owner and chef, but unfortunately I encountered a gang fight."

"The killer in Salamanca fired wildly at a gang boss in the pizza shop, firing more than a hundred bullets and killing everyone in the shop."

"A stray bullet hit the back of my head." As he spoke, Sean patted the back of his head. "The bones were all broken."

"But I survived by luck and insisted on attending my dad's funeral the next day."

"Now, it's only been two years. Are you going to tell me your identity?"

"Ha!" Sean sneered, "Fuck you, everything I have is done with my life and has nothing to do with my identity."

"A few months ago I was almost shot to death."

"To hell with identity!"

The people at Fidelity looked up to the sky and sighed. The methods they usually used to deal with those second- and third-generation people didn't work on Sean.

This made a group of people helpless and frustrated.

"There are rules for everything. You can't do this. You can't keep doing it with this method." Fidelity CEO's face was full of goodwill.

He tried to persuade Sean to change his ways and take the right path.

"Rules?" Sean shrugged, "I know the rules, and I didn't break them. Haven't you killed anyone yet?"

The eyes of several people almost popped out of their eyes. What the hell do you mean by saying this? What do you mean by not being dead yet?

It’s not a good rule to co-author until we are dead!

And that's exactly what happened.

When news of today's incident spreads, no one will scold Sean for his bad rules. They will only laugh at them as a bunch of old men who are timid and frightened by a little guy with no hair at all.

They will only be treated as a laughing stock.

It didn't happen to me, so who would believe it?

Everyone also believes that art has no borders and sports has no borders!

The results of it?

But go to hell!

You still fucking believe that personal property is sacred and inviolable!

But go to hell!

As for intimidation?

Until something really happens, this is a normal business practice.

Which major company has not done anything to intimidate?

There are just some differences in means and objects.

People like Fidelity can't tell you how miserable they are. They really feel the threat firsthand.

What's the use of this rule?

"Okay, let's talk about business." The president of Fidelity put his mood in order and forced out a smile.

"Want to talk now?" Sean felt very funny.

"Why didn't you talk to me directly before? Why did you come up like you were giving me a kick?"

"Oh, you didn't scare me by showing off your power?"

"There is nothing you can do against me through other methods?"

"So you want to talk now?"

"I really don't want to talk about it now!"

"You were the ones who provoked me first." Sean knocked on the table several times, "Now you can't just talk if you want to."

"I have a message for you. You can decide when the war will start, but I have the final say on when it will end."

"Remember, you owe me once. I will come to you when I need it. I hope you won't play any tricks on me then."

After that, Sean stood up and turned around and walked out. When he reached the door of the conference room, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at a few people and said: "I am a person who respects rules, technology, and equipment. I will continue to buy it.

Just follow the market price and I never take advantage of anyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the conference room was opened, and Sean walked out in a big way.

‘Bang’ The door to the conference room closed automatically, and a group of people looked at each other in shock.

Phillips closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with a headache.

So fucking unlucky.

"I didn't expect that this kid would have such an old-school style."

High EQ: Old School Style

Low EQ: violent person

Before the 1940s in the United States, or a little earlier, in the last century, those who could become big capitalists were not good people, and they all had a ruthless and decisive style.

While they will behave themselves, they will also retaliate.

In that lawless era, who could stand firm and not advocate violence?

This is particularly evident in Detroit and Chicago, which are the old industrial areas of the Great Lakes in the north.

Americans have a gene for violence in their bones.

Even the lobster has two more pincers than others...

The people at Fidelity could only watch helplessly as Sean and his party walked away.

There is no precedent for a rich man to be imprisoned in the United States. Madoff was because he had no money after the bombing. What's more, it would be decades later, let alone Epstein's little pleasure.

If there is one, then there are two, and the capitalists will not allow this door to hell to be pushed open.

Just like in a political struggle, if you fail, you will end up entering the revolving door, becoming a consultant or a lobbyist, and being active in the upper class.

As soon as Sean and his group came out of the International Building, old man David received a call not far away. Listening to the narrative on the other end of the phone, old man David couldn't help but take a breath.

This guy really dares to knock on the door!!

This is something old David didn't expect.

That is Fidelity United Trust, which manages nearly $3 billion in assets and has tentacles all over the United States, not to mention that behind Fidelity is Fidelity Corporation.

Behind Fidelity Corporation is the Boston Consortium!

The relationship between the major companies in the United States is complicated, which is one of the reasons why the patriarch of the Rockefeller family has no good solution for Fidelity Trust.

The resentment was so deep that I did not forget to complain about it in my autobiography decades later.

This kind of complaint from a big man standing at the top of the world really left a deep memory for him.

Therefore, David just threw Sean over before.

A young man who has made a fortune from nothing in just two years. He is so arrogant and doesn't seem to take the whole world seriously. In David's opinion, this means that the journey has been too smooth, and his opponents are all

Being too weak has prevented Sean from being severely beaten by society, which is why he behaves so arrogantly now.

Let Sean hit the wall and go through some ups and downs. This is the care of the elders for the younger ones. It will make your future smoother. This is for your own good.

There is a good saying, I am doing it for you!

Of course, it would also be a good idea to give Fidelity a hard bone and cripple those guys.

But David never expected that Sean would be so impulsive that he would knock on the door directly, as if he wanted to kill the whole family.

this……

It's so ungraceful!

Moreover, I'm afraid Fidelity won't let it go. Vietnam... Bah, if someone knocks on the door like this, if they don't return it, then it's simply,

No shame!

Little guy, you're in trouble!

Just wait. When you suffer a loss, please come to him and help him mediate.

Yes, David has a way to mediate for Sean.

Although he has a lot of grievances with Fidelity over the trust issue, he also has a lot of cooperation with Fidelity Corporation, or the Rockefeller Group and the Boston Group.

Seek cooperation in struggle, and fight against each other in cooperation.

Just like the Elephant Party and the Donkey Party in the United States.

In fact, the relationship between the Rockefeller Group and the Boston Group was quite good. They supported Kennedy's election together and secured large defense orders for Rockefeller and the Boston Group.

Although he was killed in pain in the end...

He's so capable of being a monster.

Among the shareholders of many large American companies are the Rockefeller Foundation and other financial groups.

They may also be hostile to each other. Rockefeller's shares are both in the two competing companies.

It's like a mess.

However, from the perspective of the top conglomerates, this is called diversified risk investment. I have shares in both companies. No matter who ends up eating whom, they can occupy more markets. In the end, I will be the winner.

You may make a profit with your blood, but I will never lose!

It's nothing more than spending a little more money when investing.

Nothing money can solve is a problem.

The two rival companies also understand and are happy to accept this situation. This can make the competitive environment of the two companies more level and compress it within the scope of business. This is enough.

Everyone gets what they need.

Now, Sean is this kind of role in David's eyes.

Beat Fidelity, David can vent his anger.

Losing the fight can temper Sean's temper so that he can finally control Sean, the evil dragon.

Although Sean's methods were beyond his expectation.

No loss, no loss!

After hanging up the phone, David straightened his collar in a good mood and told his secretary that he was going to go to the International Building.

When a junior in the family does such a rude thing, as an elder, of course he has to rush to the scene as soon as possible and laugh loudly... Bah, this is to express his cordial condolences.

Can I, the 70-year-old patriarch of the Rockefeller family, do that kind of thing and laugh at others?

Definitely not!

David was in a very happy mood and asked his secretary to tidy up his clothes, then walked outside with his civilized stick.

The Rockefeller Family Office is not tall, and it is inconspicuous even if it is hidden in Rockefeller Center.

This building has only three floors above ground.

While waiting for the elevator in the corridor, as soon as the elevator arrived, David heard a shout from outside the building.

"Fifth Grandpa, Fifth Grandpa, I'm back, grandson!" The extended Lincoln stopped at the door of the Rockefeller family office. As soon as Sean got out of the car, he smiled and shouted to the empty lobby on the first floor of the family office.

While shouting, Sean waved enthusiastically, "Fifth Grandpa, why did you come down in person?"

In the car, Saul stretched his neck to look blankly. He wanted to see what Rockefeller looked like in person, but...

In the empty hall, Rockefeller was nowhere to be seen.

Therefore, Saul's eyes widened and he looked in horror at the back of Sean, who was walking towards the building with his arms outstretched.

Farke, this guy is making a show!

On the third floor, David stood blankly at the elevator door.

He tilted his head and listened to the sounds below.

Is this voice Sean?

No, we’ve only met once and are so cordial!?

wrong!

Did I go down?

Looking around, the secretary and bodyguard around him were also looking at him in confusion.

David's presbyopic eyes widened instantly and his whole body became stiff. It was broken. He had fallen into a trap!

I'm the mastermind behind the scenes!

Sean stood at the door of the family office waving his arms and shouting so loudly that the news would spread quickly.

There had just been such a big fuss over there, and I don't know how many people were watching every move here.

I had just gone to Fidelity to run wild, and I immediately ran back to see myself, calling me "grandson" and "grandson" so enthusiastically.

This must make people think that they are instigating it!

After all, how dare Sean, a mere Sean, not be supported by himself!

Even if someone has doubts, can you stand up and deny it?

Are you denying that it wasn't you who let that brat Sean knock on your door?

Are you saying that you can’t command Sean?

Or is Sean Rockefeller not a Rockefeller?

cannot!

Does the dignified patriarch of the Rockefeller family have no face?

Damn it, this little fox has dragged himself into a pit!

He could imagine that this kid would inadvertently reveal that he was the one who ordered it...

No, that's not right!

Looking at Sean with his big white teeth, standing in the sun, smiling so brightly, old man David instantly denied what he had just thought.

This guy is so bright at a young age, he will definitely say everywhere that everything is his own decision and has nothing to do with the Rockefeller family.

And the more he said this, the less everyone believed it!

The more you take all the responsibility on yourself, the more sure everyone will support you!

Shit!

But this guy was telling the truth.

But he could only remain silent.

But why should I blame him?

But I still have to wipe his ass!

Smashed!

Smashed!!

Bah, disgusting!

Fourth brother Winthrop is such a straightforward person, how could he have such a cunning and cunning descendant?

It’s unscientific!

He quickly entered the elevator and reached the first floor. Standing at the elevator door, looking at the figure with a bright smile on his face and striding forward with open arms, David Rockefeller was a little distracted.

In a daze, he seemed to see his youthful figure in Sean.

The same sunshine and cheerfulness, the same wide range of friends, the same handsomeness, the same height...

Ahem, this is almost.

Well, they also know how to disguise.

However, back then I was pretending to be harmless, and this guy was pretending to be impulsive and reckless.

Damn it, people who write reports for themselves should die!

You call this impulsive and reckless!?

Fire him tomorrow!

So, this guy...

Shaking his head to get this thought out of his mind, Sean had already walked in front of David.

A big hug, the tall Sean and the short David hugged him directly and said loudly: "Grandpa, I'm back! Let those Fidelity people go to hell!"

"I'm taking it out on you." Sean said the last sentence in David's ear.

What the hell... you little bastard!

David was angry and secretly rolled his eyes.

When things got to this point, even if David was unhappy, he still had to cooperate with Sean to complete the trick.

"Well done, little guy!" David smiled and patted Sean on the shoulder...

I don’t know how to take the initiative to bend down, forget it, I can’t reach it...

David gave a thumbs up

"That's right!" Sean agreed unceremoniously.

He also praised his wit today.

The two looked at each other with bright smiles on their faces.

Old fox!

Little Fox!