American TV series

(It’s too troublesome to break it into chapters, so I’ll integrate the additions into it, which is 10,000 words)

(Finding a corner for the leader 'Yang', additional update 13/15)

(Please give me a monthly ticket...this is too little)

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The secretary and others around David knew clearly. It turned out that the patriarch was here to pick up Sean!

It seems that this illegitimate son of the family is very popular with the old patriarch!

No wonder he dared to go to Fidelity to cause trouble. It turned out that the old patriarch asked him to do it.

No, after returning in triumph, the clan leader personally came downstairs to greet him.

But yes, the old patriarch was often angry with Fidelity Trust before.

That is to say, David doesn't have time to pay attention to his group of people now, otherwise his lungs would explode with anger knowing that they all think so.

"Let's go to my office." David said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll help you, Fifth Grandpa." Sean came up to hold David's arm like a filial son and a virtuous grandson.

"You are such a good boy." David patted Sean's arm gently.

"As you can see, I think so too." Sean raised his eyebrows, "It is my duty to contribute to the family."

"I still have to thank you."

"It's all what I should do."

Grandfather and grandson, you and I were chatting with each other, and they seemed so close to each other.

A group of people behind him watched, and it was rare to see Mr. David so happy.

Well, David was so happy that he was so happy today!

The office door closed, leaving only David and Sean in the room.

The two stared at each other for a long time. David narrowed his eyes and said, "Aren't you afraid of the revenge of the people behind Fidelity?"

"What are you afraid of? If one person does the work and the other takes responsibility, the family will definitely not be harmed." Sean's chest clapped loudly!

David's hands shook unconsciously, it was definitely not out of anger.

David Rockefeller squinted at the junior in front of him, feeling quite helpless. He could only think silently in his heart, "Demeanor, grandeur, I am the patriarch of the Rockefeller family, and I cannot be the same as the juniors."

Not even a word of curse.

He couldn't open his mouth.

I was tricked by a little family bird, and it would be even more embarrassing if I said too much.

He looked at Sean with a smile, watching the little guy perform in front of him.

Sean chuckled and gave it up. He couldn't make the really angry old man get angry with him, "By the way, Grandpa David, look, I took it out on you too. I'm a little busy but I wanted to ask my family for help."

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David was very happy again. Just now he was talking about "grandson" and "grandpa" outside. Good guy, as soon as he came in, he immediately became "you" and "me". He didn't want to pretend any more, right?

"Say!" David wanted to see what this guy could say.

"It's nothing, it's not a big deal. New York is the largest city in the world and the business card of the United States. But in New York, except for the center of Manhattan, the environmental sanitation conditions in other places are very poor."

"Dirty streets, the wafting smell of urine, and countless mosquitoes." Sean clicked his tongue, "This really damages my image as a great New York."

“Not environmentally friendly, very unenvironmentally friendly!”

"Okay, let's be honest." David interrupted angrily, there are only two people here, who are you pretending to be talking about?

"I want to win the garbage disposal business in New York." Sean coughed lightly and said.

"There's not much profit in garbage disposal." David looked at Sean with some confusion, "Besides, extracting oil from garbage doesn't have a good reputation."

"It doesn't matter." Sean sat back on the sofa with his legs crossed, "I'm a little gangster, what can I do with such a good reputation? As for profits, I mainly want to contribute to the cause of environmental protection."

After squinting at Sean for a while, David couldn't help but ask: "Have you always been so shameless and liked to lie to yourself so much?"

Sean's smile froze, "No, he is also the head of the Rockefeller family after all. What you said is too straightforward."

"Humph, just because I am the head of the family, I have to be simple and direct when speaking. I don't have so much time to waste." David snorted coldly.

Sean said, "I just see the indispensability of the garbage disposal business and the jobs it can provide."

"How many?" David asked curiously.

He is a truly rich third generation, and he has never looked at these low-level industries.

In his world, the city has always been clean and beautiful, but he really doesn't understand what Sean is talking about.

No one would come to him to talk about rubbish.

"I have conducted research and found that there are currently about 20,000 workers in waste disposal-related industries in New York." Sean replied.

"So many!?" David was very surprised. The number was far beyond his imagination.

"New York has a population of more than 8 million, plus a larger floating population. One person can handle the garbage generated by every 400 people in a day. This is very efficient after mechanization." Sean had no expression on his face, but in his heart

Sneered.

Another reason why not eat minced meat.

The 20,000 people Sean mentioned does not include those who do urban greening, does not include garbage sorting and classification, does not include those who clean the sewage system of the world's largest city, and does not include those who work on the domestic wastewater treatment system.

Count them all and more!

With 8 million people, no one poops a pound of poop every day. This city poops out 4,000 tons of poop every day!

Just using this shit to make organic fertilizer is enough to open a large fertilizer factory.

There are also dry ingredients after extracting oil from kitchen waste.

New York produces approximately 3.5 million tons of household waste every year, which, of course, does not include food waste and excrement that is flushed directly into the sewers.

If all are included, the total volume exceeds more than 10 million tons.

This garbage is not disposed of in New York, and there is no place to dispose of it.

Part of it was originally shipped to New Jersey and passed into Sean's hands, while the larger part was shipped to Ohio and Pennsylvania and transported by train.

Now, Sean wants to take them all and build his waste incineration plant in New Jersey into a new comprehensive waste treatment center.

"You want to do what you did in New Jersey again?" David felt that he understood Sean's thoughts.

Use a large number of hired workers to stage demonstrations, threaten the government, and manipulate votes.

It's not impossible.

If there are 20,000 employees, including their relatives and friends, the influence will be huge.

For these votes, those politicians are absolutely willing to personally come out to win over Sean.

And Sean, after all, is also from the Rockefeller family.

Although he is the 'most obedient child', thinking about it, David gritted his teeth.

But it doesn’t mean it can’t be affected, after all, we are a family.

"I'll get to know the specific situation first." David didn't agree immediately. He was cautious on the one hand, and he would always feel uncomfortable if he didn't control Sean.

"Okay, then my grandson is waiting for the good news from Grandpa Five." Sean said with a smile again.

Good guy!

This is asking for things on my own head, and I’m starting to ‘grandson’ again!

"No, don't be so polite." David blew his beard angrily.

"What Grandpa Wu said is that if a family doesn't speak the same language as two families, there can't be two Rockefellers in one sentence." Sean smiled like a flower.

David snorted coldly, not wanting to talk to Sean. He had never seen such a shameless... junior!

"Then the grandson is gone, Fifth Grandpa." Sean stood up to say goodbye. When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "Fifth Grandpa, please hurry up."

Watching Sean walk out, David Rockefeller was speechless for a long time.

Not really angry.

However, David felt a little troubled.

Why are you worried... Sean is very similar to me when I was young.

All I can say is they are exactly the same.

He looks more like his grandson than he does.

Could it be said that back then...

No way!

Could it be that Philemon D. Rockefeller was actually his own child?

I was very careful back then to wear condoms!

Can……

so similar.

Calling the secretary in, David narrowed his eyes and ordered: "Get Sean's biological information and make a DNA copy."

The secretary glanced at David secretly, but didn't think much about it. Seeing that the boss had no other instructions, he turned around and walked out. Just as he opened the door, he suddenly heard David's voice again, "Forget it, there's no need to do it."

David closed his eyes, leaned on the sofa a little tiredly and waved.

Unable to figure out what the boss was thinking, the secretary honestly walked out.

Forget it, it’s troublesome whether it’s real or fake.

After all, they are all my grandchildren.

David sighed, feeling a little irritated. The main reason was that his son and grandson were really not up to par. They were not qualified to manage such a large family or steer the Rockefeller Foundation.

Otherwise, why would David be upset?

He would rather have several children fighting against each other like the five brothers did back then, than like what they are doing now.

Then he wouldn't look at Sean and think of the romantic affair back then.

However, I really miss it.

That is to say, Sean who came downstairs at this moment didn't know what the old man was thinking, otherwise...

Otherwise it doesn't matter.

Sean got into the car, Torre stepped on the accelerator and the vehicle started slowly. Saul, who was sitting next to him, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is everything okay?"

"Of course it's okay, otherwise!" Sean laughed, sat back on the back chair, reached out to open the small refrigerator in the car, and took out a bottle of red wine.

"You are so brave that you even dare to plot against Mr. Rockefeller." Saul asked in disbelief.

"What are you afraid of? The old guy has to admit it even if he admits it, and he has to admit it even if he doesn't. I don't believe that the old guy has the nerve to swear that he didn't instigate this matter." Sean poured himself a glass of wine with a proud look on his face and raised his head.

Just a big mouthful.

"You are really crazy. You pretended to be greeting you at the door by Mr. Rockefeller. Fortunately, he happened to come downstairs, otherwise..." Saul shook his head, with a look of fear on his face.

"Otherwise, what the hell!" Sean said, "I'm just playing a one-man show, so what!"

"Can those people outside break into the Rockefeller family office to see if old man David is really in the lobby?"

Sean snorted, "People only believe what they want to believe!"

"As long as I shout at the door, the rest doesn't matter, they will complete the scene in their minds!"

"Can anyone believe that it was a performance by me!?" Sean raised his elbow and pressed Sol's shoulder carelessly, "Can you believe it?"

Sol opened his mouth and looked at Sean like a monster, "I don't dare, I don't dare to act!"

"Then it's over. No one would believe this even if it gets spread."

"I can't believe it!" Sean chuckled.

Thor rolled his eyes, "There's nothing you wouldn't dare to do."

Today he has gained some experience. He has negotiated so many times, and this is the first time he has seen Sean negotiating like this. They were messing around from beginning to end, but the Fidelity group was helpless.

"Do you think those people at Fidelity are really that scared?" Saul was still a little worried.

"All capitalists are paper tigers!" Sean shouted loudly while holding a goblet.

"You are the capitalist!" Sol laughed and cursed.

"I am different. I am determined to be an entrepreneur."

"Is there any difference?" Sol asked curiously.

"You don't have to pay for overtime!" Sean laughed like a lunatic.

"Let's get down to business!" Sol looked helpless.

"Let me tell you, not only Fidelity, but all those people are just like Santos back then." Sean sneered and continued: "Why didn't those guys talk to me earlier? He just wanted to give me a blow.

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"To deal with this group of people, you say you can't defeat them. If you reason with them, they will talk to you about emotions. If you talk to them about emotions, will they talk about humanity to you? If you talk to them about humanity, they will talk to you about reality.

, you talk to him about reality, and he plays tough with you, and you play tough with him, and he tries to reason with you."

"If I dare to talk to him properly, he will talk to me about contracts, business, and reasons."

"So, there's nothing to say. We can't follow their rules."

"Just be tough to the end!"

"Pull them all into the ways I am familiar with."

"Let me tell you something, the older you get, the less courage you get!"

"This trick is useless against young people. It might kill you on impulse, but it's most useful against these old guys."

"It's impossible for them to really fight me to death for this little profit."

"They are already mature capitalists. They have to consider gains and losses and many issues."

"Then you won't consider it?" Sol looked at Sean with a puzzled face.

"Me?" Sean laughed, "What am I thinking about!?"

"I have enough food for myself and the whole family is not hungry. Now I have acquired these in two years, so what if I lose them!"

"I ate it, I played it, I'm not even 30 years old, so what if I lose it all? It will take me another two years to build such a business empire!"

"No matter what, I'm a Rockefeller, so what if you can fucking kill me!"

"cannot?!"

"What's so scary if I can't!?"

"But they can't do it. They are in their fifties and sixties, and they have buried their chests in the soil. They have a family and a family to support. They cannot lose it. Once they lose it, they will have nothing and no chance again."

"So, should I be afraid?!"

Sol looked at the high-spirited Sean with complicated eyes. Yes, it had only been just over two years since he accompanied him to the funeral, and his friend had suddenly become a billionaire.

Don't blame Sean for being arrogant, he has the capital to be arrogant.

All the way back to Newark, when we arrived at the villa, Sean fell down and didn't want to get up.

It sounds like I just stayed out for a few days, but Sean felt that he was overusing his brain and felt extremely tired as soon as he got home.

I barely managed to pull myself together and called Bell Harris, telling him that I had taken care of Fidelity Union Trust and letting him go free to poach people for me.

After the explanation, Sean fell into the bedroom and needed to take a good rest. He didn't want to become 'extremely smart' at a young age. That would be too bad.

After resting for two days, Sean only remembered one thing this time. He had not told Hayden about his exchange of interests with David to win the New York City garbage disposal business.

I could have promised before that if Hayden could manage New York State and New York City, he would give him 20% of the steel plant share.

As soon as Hayden received the news, he knocked on the door angrily, "You guy, how can you go back on what you promised!"

"The plan didn't change quickly. How the hell did I know that old man David would let me have a fight with Fidelity." Sean spread his hands, "I can't do it in vain. Of course I have to get some benefits."

"I knew it was the clan leader's order!" Hayden sat down and muttered with his lips curled up.

"Yeah!" Sean just laughed.

"Why are you laughing? What about the thing you promised me?" Hayden was a little confused.

"There are so many things to do, and it's hard to handle them in New York City. Do you know how much New York invests in garbage disposal every year?"

"How much?" Hayden really didn't pay attention to this.

"3.2 billion!"

"So many!" Hayden jumped up, startled, "How come there are so many."

"Nonsense, more than 8 million people poop 4-6,000 tons a day!" Sean glanced at Hayden, "Are you really sure you can handle such a big thing?"

"Then you still let me go!" Hayden's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face.

"I didn't count on you in the first place. If you succeed, if you don't, I'll be down." Sean patted Hayden on the shoulder to express his comfort, "Maybe it's not your fault, you're just simply incompetent."

Hayden: What the hell are you doing to comfort me?

Seeing Hayden's expression, Sean finally couldn't help laughing loudly.

After laughing for a while, Sean said this time: "Well, besides New York City, there is New York State. The population is about the same as New York City. I'll count you half, 10%, how about."

"In other states, you can also think of ways. Let me tell you this. Later, I will expand and upgrade the waste treatment center in New Jersey and turn it into a comprehensive treatment center. The electricity generated by waste incineration will be very large, and the waste that can be smelted will be

There will be more iron."

"Especially those used cars, there are a huge number of them."

"Of course, I won't just count on you, so speed up the progress!" Sean stretched lazily, "I'm sorry if you don't get anything done before my plan is accomplished."

“Business is business!”

"Farke, you damn capitalist, you know how to fucking exploit others, so you should be hung from a street lamp!" Hayden cursed. He really felt the urgency. In just a few days, there was no one in New York.

Got it!

We really can’t delay any longer!

If you don't take the initiative to 007, and I don't take the initiative to 007, when will the boss buy the plane?

"Hey, don't you want to leave after eating?" Sean shouted from behind.

"I won't eat, I have no appetite!" Hayden waved his hand and strode out.

Behind him, Sean burst out laughing.

I am really a good person!

Look, a lazy, decadent rich second generation... rich fifth generation, under his own encouragement, has turned into an outstanding young man who knows how to make progress and works hard.

Save time on meals.

It’s such a sense of accomplishment.

Sean exaggerated loudly for a while, then slowly walked to the kitchen to enjoy a delicious lunch.

However, before the meal was finished, Henry Pope, the president of the correctional company, came to the door.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked while eating.

"Why don't we wait until we finish eating?" Henry asked, pointing to the dining table.

"I'm afraid of delaying your work." Sean said vaguely.

Henry Pope: “…”

Are you so afraid of delaying your money making?

"It's like this. In the past, if prisoners in the prison were sick, the government would pay for medical treatment, but now, the prison has become private, so..."

"So, now you need me to pay for medical treatment for those damn garbage!?" Sean put down his chopsticks and looked at Henry with an unhappy face.

Henry shrugged, "So I came to you. I need a standard line. Should I spend the money? How should I spend it?"

"After all, it's your own money, boss."

"Tell me more specifically." Sean pointed to the servant next to him, who immediately picked up the bowl and filled it with the soup.

(PS: The following is a real case)

"The thing is like this. A few days ago, a prisoner said that he had pain in his legs and waist, but he was turned away by the prison guards. According to his description, the cooperating hospital thought, well, it is just troublesome anyway and it will take a long time to cure it.

Time, a lot of money.”

"This is a chronic disease." Henry described what happened.

There will be many such things in the future, after all, most diseases cannot be cured with just one injection.

Different treatment methods cost different amounts of money.

"What crime did this guy come in for?" Sean asked after taking a sip of soup.

"Forcibly engaging in indescribable behavior with the other party without the other party's permission. Well, he is a minor. Others include stealing, fighting, robbery and so on." Henry was stunned for a moment and then replied, he didn't know

What does this have to do with medical treatment?

"That is to say, he is a scumbag, a scumbag with no value?" Sean nodded, put down the soup bowl and looked up at Henry, "Then the question is, since he said his legs hurt and his waist hurt, then he

It was impossible for him to walk in front of the prison guard, so he must have lied."

Henry Pope's eyes almost popped out of his head.

Why is it impossible to walk in front of a prison guard if your legs hurt!

Then the pain in your legs is gone!

"What do you mean, boss, he's not sick?" Henry looked confused.

"A complete scumbag and a habitual criminal. He lies in an attempt to deceive the prison guards. Isn't this normal?" Sean spread his hands.

"It will get more and more serious." Henry reminded.

"It's okay, just cut it off. If the leg hurts, cut the leg. If the waist hurts, cut the waist. If it's gone, it won't hurt anymore. This is the most economical."

What you said is absolutely right!

I can't refute it at all!

Henry was speechless, and he suddenly recalled what Sean had said before, 'If you lose your conscience, you will make more money'.

"Why are you looking like this?" Sean turned his head and looked at Henry, "Why, Mr. Henry is moved by compassion? Do you think it's wrong to do this? Do you think the criminal is too pitiful?"

"If this is the case, then a part of it can be deducted from your salary to pay for his medical expenses."

"Oh, no, of course that won't work." Henry immediately waved his arms vigorously, his expression changed instantly, and he looked at Sean seriously, "I mean, I think you are right, boss, that guy is

A habitual criminal must be lying. There are too many such people in prison. They always use this method to avoid work and be lazy. Such guys should be severely punished!"

"Look, we have reached an agreement now." Sean said with a smile: "If he is a good person, then I can just show my kindness, but for such a complete scum, a bastard who wastes food while living, I

Why should we pay for his medical treatment?"

"Is it just to make him continue to do evil after he is released from prison?"

"God will never forgive me!"

"The boss is right!" Henry nodded vigorously.

"Of course, if this guy has money and is willing to pay double or higher, we can also provide him with some conveniences. After all, US Daole is innocent." Sean turned back and continued eating.

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"I see!"

"This needs to be considered flexibly. Minor illnesses that don't cost a few dollars should be treated early. The prison should prepare some commonly used drugs, especially anti-inflammatory drugs and hormone drugs. Don't let them delay their daily work." Sean picked up the hot spoon.

He said while drinking.

Henry nodded vigorously.

"Oh, by the way." Sean suddenly remembered something, raised his head and added, "If that guy can't do the job anymore, then throw him into the last room. He must know how to control costs."

Henry's mouth twitched, it is indeed you.

"Boss, it's just that I'm afraid that if this kind of thing spreads, the media will..." Henry hesitated for a moment before reminding him.

"It's okay, let them report whatever they want. After all, prison guards are not professional doctors. Misjudgments are normal. This is not illegal. As for mistakes, of course, our correctional company will admit mistakes and make wrong judgments on duty.

The prison guard gave me the punishment of expulsion.”

"Expelled!" Henry was startled.

"Well, you can continue to employ employees after being fired. As for reprinting a contract, the law does not stipulate that fired employees cannot be rehired. Of course, this will waste some paper."

Henry: "..."

You can finally understand the tricks of capitalists!

"As for the reputation of the prison." Sean waved his hand nonchalantly, "Why does the prison need such a good reputation?"

"It's not like I begged them to go to jail."

Henry laughed, he had never heard of anyone asking to go to jail.

"If they don't want to come, they don't have to commit a crime. Did I force them to commit a crime?"

"This has also reduced the crime rate in society. I feel that I have done a good thing and God will reward me as a good person with high moral character!"

Henry was speechless, don't say anything, from this angle, Sean, it seems, probably...

It’s so fucking annoying!

Henry happened to be here, and after dinner, Sean paid close attention to how his largest investment project so far was operating.

"According to the construction company, it will take more than three months for the hotel-style prison to be built. However, all the prisoners know the news now, and some of them have expressed their willingness to pay high rents to live there."

"In addition, according to your instructions, hints have been given to the lawyers, accountants, doctors, officials, etc. who have been in prison. Some of them have begun to express their intention to change to a prison with better conditions."

"According to estimates, the occupancy rate there should not be less than 70%." Henry reported the situation, of course, picking the good ones first.

"Has anyone signed up to stay in a villa?" Sean was a little happy. Five-star hotels cannot guarantee that the year-round occupancy rate will exceed 70%.

"Not yet." Henry said a little embarrassed.

"It's too unreasonable." Sean shook his head with some dissatisfaction, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Give me a list of the richest guys, and I will make arrangements later."

"You have a way to make those Grandet pay!?" Henry looked at Sean in surprise.

"It's not difficult." Sean smiled and told Henry what he thought. "To put it bluntly, this guy just doesn't want to give it up, so just let them be willing to pay for it."

Henry said he couldn't understand how a Grandet could be willing to pay.

"This kind of rich people are very old. Of course, this does not include me. I am a genius." Sean continued with a casual look: "They all have wives and children, so just start with their wives."

Already."

"You're not going to find someone to threaten them, are you? This is illegal!" Henry was startled, he believed that Sean could do such a thing.

"Am I the kind of rough person?" Sean snorted, and then continued: "The Jonas family is all over New Jersey. In fact, there are really many talented people on hand, including many professional pretty boys.

Those guys have no other abilities, except how to conquer a rich aunt..."

Sean clicked his tongue twice, "That's not too simple."

Henry:???

"At that time, find a newspaper to expose it, make it vague, without substantive evidence, and then tell those Grandet gang." A smile appeared on the corner of Sean's mouth, which was extremely evil.

"I don't believe that these Grandet gang can stand it when they are in jail and the pretty boys are spending their money on fucking their wives outside."

Henry scolded Frank for messing with him. The boss really...

What a loss!

"When the time comes, tell these Grandets that as long as they are willing to live in the best room, we can also help them solve the troubles outside."

"As for them, apart from not being able to go outside this area, there is no difference from outside. They can still manage the company. We can provide them with office buildings and let their company's people work here."

"Actually, this business can be expanded." As he said, Sean thought of something, thought about it and said, "It can be promoted to drug lords and mafia, they can just commit some crimes and hide in prison.

You can still direct the actions outside without any delay."

Henry looked at Sean speechlessly, is this really a prison?

Are you sure this isn't a place specifically designed to provide protection to those criminals?

This matter was skipped. Henry talked about other aspects, mainly operations.

The group of people who used to do daily consumer purchasing in the prison were all arrested by the FBI before. Now the purchasing system is a bit messy. Henry meant to ask Sean to come up with a charter.

Only then did Sean remember that he had promised to go to the FBI after he recovered from his injuries and forget about it.

"Well, let's call for bids. It will be open to bids. The contract..." Sean hesitated, "The contract is tentatively for one year."

He had other ideas.

New York, Rockefeller Center, International Building, Fidelity Union Trust.

"Damn it!" Fidelity's CEO slammed the photo in his hand on the table in the conference room, "David instigated that kid to do it!"

"I knew it, otherwise, how could that kid dare to do this!" Phillips cursed bitterly.

"It's not a shame for him to use such despicable methods!" Phil said through gritted teeth while touching his neck.

"We can't just let this matter go. It's too much. We use this excessive method in normal business competition."

"No, I must take revenge and go back!"

For a time, Fidelity's top executives were excited and pointed their fingers at David Rockefeller.

Originally, they didn't mention revenge after Sean left.

It’s not that you can’t, it’s that it’s not necessary.

If you are not fighting for the house or the land, why do you have to go head-to-head with people like Sean? There is no need!

It's just a junior's impulse, and it can be forgiven.

Right, that is it!

There are gangs everywhere in the United States, and even the world's most famous companies will not take the initiative to provoke local gangs.

To a certain extent, some concessions will be made to those gangs.

As for the reason, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.

These big companies can easily crush people from small gangs, but the problem is that even a drop of blood on the soles of their shoes is pollution to them.

It's all big trouble.

The trouble does not come from those small gangs, but from rivals.

Just like Andrew Cuomo.

The New York governor who dared to point his finger at Jianguo was accused of sexual harassment by the deputy secretary and special adviser of the economic development department in his own governor's office, and he eventually resigned with regret.

The Cuomo family is a well-known political family in the Donkey Party. It is all-powerful in New York State. Two generations of father and son have served as governor of New York State for six terms.

I fell for this kind of thing, ha.

No one would touch a stone with exquisite porcelain. Even if the stone is smashed into pieces and a little bit of paint is peeled off under your own control, it will be a loss.

Therefore, everyone had a tacit understanding not to mention this matter. As a result, the next day we heard the "conclusive news" that David Rockefeller instigated Sean to do it!

This matter is not over yet!

Follow the old man to the end!

Anyway, as long as it's within the rules, David can't do anything excessive.

As for whether it was really David who instigated it...

It doesn't matter to people like Fidelity United Trust.

must be!

Because this way there is no shame.

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After sending Henry away, Sean walked around in the garden and then went to the X security base next door.

I haven't touched a gun for a long time, just for fun.

From pistols to snipers, after shooting a circle of targets, Sean was finally satisfied.

Some things in my mind are starting to take shape.

supermarket!

This is something Sean had overlooked before.

I have all the prerequisites for running a supermarket, but I have overlooked this before.

There is a logistics system throughout New Jersey, the ‘Jonas Family’ that goes deep into the grassroots, whether it is grassroots or high-level government relations, the prison itself has a supply system of 30,000 people, and it has more than 15,000 employees.

As long as you build your own supermarket, you will soon be number one in New Jersey!

And this kind of thing that is closely related to people's livelihood has a really great impact.

The benefits are great!

First: control the channels. All upstream companies have to live according to their own circumstances. This can build a huge community of interests.

Second: cash flow. All goods placed by companies in supermarkets are settled regularly, and supermarkets receive cash for every item sold.

Third: Propaganda. As long as they are alive, most people will go to the supermarket. The publicity effect here is very important to politicians.

Fourth: people’s livelihood. When supermarkets spread all over New Jersey and form a regional monopoly, no one will dare to provoke them, which will cause huge social unrest.

This turmoil comes not only from the public, but also from businesses in the supply chain, which can detonate their capital chains in one fell swoop.

Let their stock market crash by the way!

Just imagine how awesome Walmart will be in future generations!

fifth:……

For example, establish a middleman company overseas to purchase a batch of goods from Rabbit, then transfer them and sell them in supermarkets.

After some operations, the wholesale price of items with a purchase price of 10 yuan in supermarkets became 9 yuan.

Eventually, the company went bankrupt due to poor management.

After bankruptcy, all data, accounts and other transaction materials will naturally disappear...

Legally, everything is fine. It’s very difficult to run a good business. Isn’t it possible to lose money in business?

A little trick for delivering benefits.

Commonly seen in company management hollowing out company assets and asset transfers.

Ahem, of course, Sean never thought of using the retail business to make money.

real!

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. This is a good business, and it can be a good business that can be developed as a core industry!

As for Monroe Deaf...

who is he!?

When interest arose, Sean didn't want to wait, so he called for a helicopter and went straight to Trenton.

The FBI New Jersey Division is here.

Brown DeWitt was very surprised by Sean's sudden visit, but it didn't matter, a warm reception was necessary.

This is the sponsor’s father!

Of course, the FBI is funded by the government, and Sean's money is nothing compared to it.

However, the government's money is for daily expenses, and Sean's money is windfall and foreign money.

This is obviously more important.

When people live, they have to spend money!

The FBI is human too!

Those suppliers who calculated Sean have been sent to prison, and related industry channels have been blocked by the FBI, and will enter the government auction process in the future.

The leading party is the FBI.

This leaves a lot of room for maneuver.

Things became clear when Sean said that the correctional company was preparing to participate in the bidding.

Bid rigging is not uncommon in any country.

As for whether the auction reaches the highest price, the money will be divided among three parties, the FBI, the treasury, and the state government. Brown DeWitt is obviously more concerned about how much 'help' Sean is prepared to give.

This time it’s not a donation, it’s always a donation to the FBI. It’s like Sean bribed the FBI.

I, Sean, am a serious businessman!

In fact, Sean has been cooperating a lot with the FBI in the past year or so.

After all, the FBI staff is limited, and many investigations are cumbersome to collect evidence on their own, which consumes a lot of time and money.

Is it free to eat out?

Is it free to stay in a hotel?

Does the informant need money?

The Jonas family can definitely provide relevant information.

Not only that, but you can also provide invoices...

This is a joke, foreign invoices... you can just find a piece of white paper and write it on your own. This thing will not affect tax issues.

America also has activity funds, and the amount of funds is fixed. How the employees spend it is your own problem. You only eat one meal a day, and no one cares if you sleep on the street every day. When summarizing, you can just write a piece of paper.

This is different from Rabbit. You don't need any detailed receipts, tickets, invoices, etc. See if you can save a little bit.

Companies, governments, etc. do not supervise this issue. Not everyone is very honest. This is a common practice.

It's one aspect of welfare.

Over the past year, Sean has provided some services for free, and the agents under the FBI are very satisfied.

They all have an address book in their hands, and they know who to ask for information in which city or region they go to.

Including which bars you can use your FBI ID to get discounts when drinking and dining.

There are only a few FBI agents in New Jersey, and if Sean conveys his message, the local gangs are willing to cooperate.

Of course, Sean also has other means to win over the senior officials of the FBI.

While engaging in private lotteries, Sean was also engaging in regular lotteries.

After all, Sean is not a bad person.

He is a serious businessman!

Currently, Sean has opened many lottery distribution stores throughout New Jersey through the following gangs, specializing in selling various types of lottery tickets.

In this way, you can purchase some winning lottery tickets very conveniently.

But after someone wins the lottery, if the amount is not particularly large, the distribution store below will purchase it for a certain amount, and the other party will be happy to pay a little less tax.

The purchased lottery tickets will be turned over to Jonas, who will give them to different people according to demand.

Eventually, those who receive lottery tickets will redeem their prizes and pay taxes.

A complete bribery industry chain!

As the largest underground force in New Jersey, every city and every region, not just the police, but also many related departments, needs to be represented and defended by Jonas.

Very expensive!

I walked around the FBI for a while, and apart from mentioning the subject of bidding, I did nothing else. I just chatted and flirted with each other.

When Sean appears here, the meaning is fulfilled, and the rest is left to the people below.

Even the most honest people in the FBI often cooperate with the gangs below.

Work required.