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Chapter 274 Here, I want it!

Chapter 282:

"You mean, someone is messing around behind your back!?" Sean sat up straight and looked at Shen Bi with burning eyes.

"It's not accurate to say that. It should be said that we are just following the trend." Shen Bi touched his chin and said, "There must be someone in the real estate group who is secretly working behind the scenes. In fact, there is no need to go too far."

"Delay the entry of the National Guard, secretly stir up emotions, increase the exposure of some hostile sentiments, or simply set fire to a specific place."

"At this time, the whole of Los Angeles was in chaos. There were more than one million people participating in the riots. With such a large base, it was almost anarchic. It would be impossible to be discovered even if you made small moves."

"Umbrella's sudden intervention may have disrupted many people's plans."

"I bet, someone is scolding you behind your back for being nosy and sick."

Sean grinded his teeth. Grandma, you don't need to find evidence for this kind of thing. You can just prove it freely.

Sean only needs to think about the renovation of shantytowns and the things that happened during the demolition to understand how terrifying the profits are.

This is fucking Los Angeles, the third largest city in the world.

You can imagine how much profit a complete piece of land that can be redeveloped contains.

As for those companies and merchants that are unable to participate and have suffered losses in this riot, that is because you are incapable of doing so.

Capital doesn’t believe in tears.

"So, you came here to let me join in." Sean decided to let go of the things that are there and not. Someone is pushing it, and it has nothing to do with him.

As for scolding yourself.

There are too many people scolding themselves, but I don’t care if there are more people.

Anyway, just don’t scold yourself in person.

It doesn't matter in person, just beat him!

Sean feels that he must be the most capable of fighting among the rich, and the richest in fighting.

"You must be involved." Shen Bi nodded, picked up the tea and took another sip, and then said: "The umbrella has obtained certain law enforcement rights, and Jonas has also come over. According to Hua Xia, now is the right time and the right place. The people and people are all occupied, and if I don’t cut off a piece of flesh, I will be sorry for myself.”

"How to do it, also engage in real estate?"

"It's simple, just build a building." Shen Bi said with a smile: "There are so many benefits to building a building."

"Investment in building construction can directly turn the company's accounts into losses and can be legally deducted from taxes. If you want to become an international consortium, you cannot limit your business to the east coast of the United States. It is appropriate to have an office building in Los Angeles on the west coast."

"An iconic building is the best advertisement."

"Property is a good means of preserving value and investing, especially in an international metropolis like Los Angeles. Wherever you put your money, it will only shrink."

"This time the city government will definitely launch a plan to revitalize Los Angeles. It will re-plan some areas, get a piece of land from the government, or get connected land from individuals. The problem of demolition will be eliminated and a skyscraper will be built. , this is much better than your messy investment.”

"Real estate produces rich people. Today's richest man in the world must be Japanese, Yoshiaki Tsutsumi!" Shen Bi said with some emotion.

"Real estate..." Shen Bi shook his head, "It can boost the local economy the fastest and create wealth myths the fastest, but it does great harm."

"Sucking blood, sucking all the folk wealth in the past, and sucking the blood of the next ten years or even longer. It's strange that the speed of wealth creation is not fast." Sean sneered, "However, this has nothing to do with me. I have money to make. enough."

"You can't say that." Shen Bi looked at Sean and said, "Although real estate maintains and increases value, the proportion should not be too large. Once the market bubble bursts, you will die without a burial place."

Many people don't understand why the company has so many assets, whether the house price is sold or not, and the real estate is there. How could the richest man suddenly go bankrupt?

This is because during the operation period of the enterprise, it is inevitable, or in other words, it requires a large amount of bank loans to operate.

If you rely solely on your own funds to operate, the efficiency is simply too low and you will miss too many opportunities.

Under normal circumstances, bank loans require collateral. (I won’t go into details about the abnormal situations here. 404 will arrive on the battlefield in 30 seconds)

During the bubble, a property might be worth 1 billion, and if it was used as a mortgage loan in a bank, it could get a loan of 800 million.

With these 800 million, we can purchase more land and build more houses.

Then there are infinite nesting dolls, and you can become the richest man in a few years.

Of course, you can also invest in other industries.

However, when the bubble burst, the property originally worth 1 billion was suddenly worth only 500 million, and you took out a mortgage loan of 800 million from the bank.

If the value of the collateral is lower than the bank loan, then you become insolvent.

Either pay off all the loans immediately, or at least most of them, so that assets and liabilities return to normal proportions.

Or, the bank will directly confiscate all the funds in your account and confiscate your property.

The capital chain is broken, the property is gone, and everything is gone.

A good rich man turned into a loser overnight.

Those who bought properties were also insolvent and either lost most of their savings after decades of accumulation, or the properties were taken away by the bank.

Yes, I am talking about Yoshiaki Tsutsumi, Japan in 1990.

Give me some ideas!

I'm not, I didn't, bie nonsense!

As for why something that clearly happened not long ago reoccurs...

The only lesson history teaches people is that people never learn any lessons from history - Hegel Xun.

Slip away, slip away...

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"Mr. Tom, we meet again." Sean reached out his hand and said with a smile.

"Mr. Sean, hahaha, nice to meet you." Tom Bradley walked up directly and gave Sean a big hug.

Sean forced himself to control his impulse and kicked him out.

Damn it, my hugs are always for the beautiful and beautiful women!!!

You're such a greasy old nigger, I'll give you a hug!

If it weren't for getting the information in advance from this guy...

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After exchanging pleasantries, Sean directly stated his intention, "After the turmoil in Los Angeles, the city government will launch a reconstruction plan."

"Of course, we want to revitalize Los Angeles as soon as possible." Tom said with a smile.

If the rich man could come to visit in person, Tom could immediately guess the reason.

"What happened in Los Angeles is very regrettable. As someone who has witnessed it all with my own eyes, I should also play a role in the reconstruction process of Los Angeles." Sean said in a high-sounding tone.

"Oh, Mr. Sean, are you planning to invest in Los Angeles? Haha, that's great. I wonder where Mr. Sean wants to invest." Tom asked with a smile.

"Shawn Group needs a foothold on the West Coast to expand its business, so I am going to invest in building a building in Los Angeles, an iconic skyscraper."

"A large part of the reason why there is unrest in troubled areas is because of poverty and the lack of jobs for the people. Therefore, I am going to let this building be built here to provide more people with employment opportunities."

"Mr. Sean, you are such a philanthropist!" Tom grinned with big white teeth.

He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth. He was a philanthropist or something. A person as shameless as Sean was embarrassed to admit it.

"For the reconstruction work of Los Angeles, the city government has a complete set of plans. We are ready to hand over this work to Mr. Peter Webroth. Peter was the chairman of the 1984 Los Angeles Olympic Games Organizing Committee. We believe that Peter's experience will definitely

can make this work successful."

"But it's almost the end of the year, and the midterm elections are about to begin, so work may be quite busy."

"At the Sean Films party, Mr. Tom left too early. In fact, personally, I very much support the 'affirmative action'. You know, I have many black friends."

Sean looked into Tom's eyes with a smile and continued: "So, I personally think that Mayor Tom's administration over the years has been fruitful and worthy of recognition. I will personally invest a sum of money in Mayor Tom's campaign funds.

$500,000 donation."

"At the same time, Los Angeles Channel 5 will allocate part of its resources to support Mayor Tom's team."

Later, Sean highlighted the names of several companies.

These information are all provided by Armstrong Consulting Company, and they are all the properties of Tom and some of his related black donkey gangs.

These industries will definitely benefit a lot from the subsequent Los Angeles reconstruction plan.

Of course, if you have money, everyone can make it.

Building a skyscraper is an extremely complicated matter, and it doesn’t involve too many related industries. Sean doesn’t mind sharing a piece of the cake.

With just a few words, Sean and Tom instantly became old friends. Coupled with the good cooperation before, it was certain to win a piece of land.

It depends on how Sean chooses.

After a while, Peter Weberroth also walked in, holding a thick stack of plans in his hand.

The planning diagram is spread out on the table.

In fact, Shen Bi and Sean had discussed the possible targets at home before. There were many main choices and alternatives.

At this moment, green dots have been drawn on many areas on the map.

Obviously, these have been chosen.

Spicy!

Sean cursed, but anyone who takes action earlier than him may be one of the driving forces behind it.

He had been fucking curious before. During rush hour, several buildings were set on fire every minute. This was too exaggerated!

Now think about it, there is a shady secret behind this!

Black, so fucking dark!

Compared with them, I am indeed too kind!

Only kill people, don't set fire!

Kill someone or be forced to do business!

"Who was chosen here?" Sean pointed to a sign on the map with a bad expression, which was Shen Bi's main choice.

"Uh..." Tom and Peter Webbert looked at each other, saying this was not easy to say.

"It's okay, everyone is playing fair." Sean smiled and looked up at the two of them, "In business, everyone depends on their ability. Don't worry, I have never forced anyone to lock up a man!"

"We can all sit down and talk."

"I'm a very talkative person!" Sean bared his teeth and said.

I started the fucking riots in Los Angeles, and you guys jumped out and took advantage.

What the hell is this!

As his fingers traced back and forth on the map, Sean suddenly frowned and tapped his fingers lightly on the table. He always felt that something was missing on the map.

Touching his chin and looking over it several times, Sean suddenly slapped his hand on the table and said, "I remembered it!"

This banging sound startled Tom and Peter, and they looked at each other. What's wrong with Sean? How could he be mentally ill?

Anyway, it is certain that normal people are not so murderous.

Sean's face was full of smiles. He finally remembered what was missing on the map!

This place needs a fucking Staples Center!

One of the most famous basketball arenas, and the best arena along with Madison Square Garden in New York, the basketball mecca.

Los Angeles is obviously incomplete without the Staples Center!

The Los Angeles Lakers' home court is still at the Great Western Forum. It's actually a bit far-fetched to say it's the Los Angeles Lakers.

Because the Great Western Forum Arena is in Inglewood, which was one of the areas with the most turmoil in the past, and there are many black people here.

The Los Angeles Lakers game was previously moved to Las Vegas because of this.

According to normal history, the Los Angeles Lakers would not move to the Los Angeles Center until the Staples Center was completed in 1999.

It is close to Hollywood and is the real center of Los Angeles. It was here that I took off and climbed to the top!

An irresistible impulse arose in Sean's heart!

Staples Center, mine!

No, Sean Center!

Staples in English is Staples, which itself is English.

If you can call me Staples, why can't you call me Sean?

Damn it, Sean Center is determined, and no one can stop it, not even Jesus!

"Here!" Sean pressed a point on the map, "I want it!"

As soon as this idea came up, it was like a blazing wildfire, constantly impacting Sean's mind.

Tom and Peter looked at each other, Sean is crazy, this place is also a popular place, not far from the place Sean just took a fancy to.

It's also been spotted here.

But forget it, let these rich and wealthy families communicate on their own. The two politicians are not suitable to participate in it.

Just as Tom was about to open his mouth to reveal the information about the person who booked this place, he heard Sean continue to say: "I want both places!"

"ah!!"

"Sean, this is against the rules!" Tom said with a frown.

Sean raised his head, his eyes changed from his previous calmness, and he stared at the two of them sharply, "Rules? What fucking rules! Who made the fucking rules!"

"Explain to me what the fucking rules are!"

Sean's eyes were slightly red, and as he stared at them, their breathing stagnated, and an overwhelming pressure came over them.

"If the government wants to rebuild Los Angeles, then it will put the land up for auction!"

"Since you're going to do a behind-the-scenes operation, don't tell me any fucking rules!"

"I want to build a building on this land, and I want to build a stadium here!"

"Now, tell me, which damn guy did it here and here in advance!"

Peter Weberroth could no longer hold back the murderous aura in Sean, and he spoke out in an oppressed tone, "Bertrand Bain, Cyril George."

After I said it, I breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time felt very embarrassed. My face turned red and turned very ugly.

It is too shameful for a politician who is used to seeing big storms to surrender so easily.

Sean glanced at Peter and Tom, with no expression on his face. He reached into his pocket and took out the checkbook, and tore off two sheets in the astonished eyes of the two people.

The two people's expressions were very strange for a moment. They understood something at once, but after seeing Sean's movements, they became confused again.

Sean took a pen and scrawled a line of Chinese characters on the back of the two checks, a line of Chinese characters that they could not understand.

However, they can understand the string of numbers above, 500,000!

Half a million!

Sean had no expression on his face and pushed the check directly in front of the two of them. "Someone will contact you two and decide what form, where and what kind of currency you want the money to be presented in. It's up to you to choose."

"so……"

"Any more questions?" Sean looked at the two of them expressionlessly.

Tom and Peter looked at each other, and with a simple flip of their hands, the two written checks on the table disappeared.

It was as if it had never appeared.

"Mr. Sean was joking. It is precisely because of noble people like you that Los Angeles has developed so well. On behalf of all Angelenos, we would like to thank you for your great contribution in the reconstruction of Los Angeles." Tom's face turned into a smile.

A chrysanthemum.

Sean did not laugh loudly like a villain, but instead smiled and nodded at the two of them, "I'm really sorry. I just got a little impatient because I thought of some unhappy things. I hope you don't mind. I'm still

Very easy to get along with!.”

"Of course, of course." The two of them nodded, with sincere expressions on their faces.

If anyone comes up and gives $500,000 to one person, everyone will think he is easy to talk to.

Is that a curse word?

It was a roar against society, an emotional catharsis, and...

I can’t make it up anymore!

Anyway, it sounds good!

If I can scold you, scold you more.

"Okay, that's it for today. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first. I'll treat you two to drinks later." Sean said, stood up, straightened his suit, nodded slightly, turned around and left.

It wasn't until Sean went out that Tom laughed out loud, "Mr. Sean, this is really..."

As he said that, Tom shook his head and couldn't find the words to comment for a while.

"Those two sides?" Peter said slightly worriedly.

"We are the Los Angeles city government. What we have to consider is how to make the reconstruction work better. As for which location and who will build it, what does this have to do with us?"

Tom smiled and patted Peter on the shoulder, "What we need to focus on is how to start and how to end, and we don't need to pay attention to how the process is completed."

"Okay." Peter sighed.

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"Give me information about two people, Bertram Bayne and Cyril George, from Los Angeles."

"Okay, I'll send a fax in ten minutes."

Not long after, there was the sound of typing on the fax, and the fax paper came out bit by bit, with dense words on it.

‘Ji La’ tore up the fax and Sean read it bit by bit.

Bertram Bain, 52 years old, is a real estate developer in Los Angeles, or California, with his main business scope in Los Angeles.

The business scope includes the development of residential buildings, apartments, and property management.

The company's assets are about US$800 million, and his personal assets are about US$150 million.

The following is a dense list of Bertram Bain's main experiences from his youth to the present, the illegal incidents he is suspected to have committed, his relationship network, and finally, family members, main experiences, and illegal incidents.

As Sean watched, the fax machine on the other side rang again, and this time it was Cyril George's information.

It’s great to have Armstrong Consulting, the information is so detailed!

Sean gently reached out and flicked the information in his hand, "Norris, prepare the car!"

Half an hour later...

Several cars appeared in front of a restaurant.

Two bodyguards walked in front, stretched out their hands to open the door of the restaurant, and Sean, wearing a top hat and covering most of his face, stepped in.

In the restaurant, the waiter greeted him, "Hello, sir, welcome."

The bodyguard stepped forward, took out a 50-dollar bill and put it directly into the waiter's hand, and then gently pushed the waiter.

The waiter turned around and got out of the way.

Sean walked in without looking.

In the restaurant, a man who was eating stood up and silently led the way. Sean followed directly.

When Sean set out, there were already people visiting here.

Although it was customary for Bertram Bain to have lunch here every day when he came to work in the company, Sean did not want to miss the opportunity.

All the way to the second floor, the person leading the way pointed to the door of a private room and stood aside. A bodyguard stepped forward and pushed the door open.

There are four people in the room.

Bertram Bain and another person were sitting at the dining table eating, while the other two bodyguards were sitting on stools by the door.

Los Angeles is not so peaceful. The rich have bodyguards around them.

The door was suddenly pushed open. Bertram and Bain raised their heads and looked over with frowns. The two bodyguards stood up directly, with vigilant expressions on their faces, and took a diagonal step to block most of the doorway.

"Sir, you are in the wrong room!" a bodyguard said in a serious voice.

"Mr. Bertram Bain, I think I did not go to the wrong room." Sean said with a chuckle.

"I don't remember knowing you, the gentleman who barged in so rashly." Bertram Bain frowned and said, "You are very rude!"

"Haha, introduce yourself, Sean."

"Sean?" Bertram Bain repeated doubtfully. There are not many people in the United States called Sean, just like Tony, John, without a surname, who knows who it is.

Seeing Bertram Bain looking over, the people next to him also shrugged. The bodyguard stood in the middle with a wary look on his face. He couldn't see clearly what Sean looked like, so naturally he couldn't recognize him.

"Don't be pretentious, you're not welcome here." Seeing that the boss didn't say anything about letting anyone in, the two bodyguards stepped forward and blocked the door. One of them even reached out and pushed Sean over.

"Really..." Sean took a step back, "Why can't you just talk properly?"

Two black gun muzzles suddenly appeared from behind Sean and were directly pressed against the chests of the two bodyguards.

The expressions of the two bodyguards suddenly froze in place, not daring to move. Their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Murderous aura is something you can't see, but you can definitely feel it, especially when the other party deliberately releases it.

The two security guards raised their muzzles and hooked their fingers. Bertram Bain's bodyguard stiffened and slowly followed him out.

"Hey, hey!" Bertram Bain saw the two bodyguards stiffen for a moment and then stupidly walk out. He suddenly felt something was wrong, shouted twice and stood up suddenly.

Sean Shishiran walked in, and the door behind him was closed with a bang.

"You!" Bertram Bain's heart rate instantly soared to 160, and his heart seemed to be beating out. He forced himself to stay calm, but his face was full of alertness.

"Introduce yourself again, Sean, Sean Rockefeller," Sean said, taking off his hat and throwing it casually on a seat aside, walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Bertram Bain stared at Sean's overly young face. At this moment, he completely forgot about the two bodyguards.

Mom, this kind of bodyguard has no effect at the critical moment...

That's not right. Being suddenly controlled by someone really scares me.

Shit!

"The name Sean is really not famous. No one knows him at all."

"Sit down, don't be so polite. I'm just here to discuss business with you." Sean shrugged, smiled, raised his hand and said, "I just never expected that you would be so... vigilant."

Bertram Bain sat down on his chair, his face looking very ugly.

You say this as if it's my fault.

Am I being wary?

You suddenly broke in and you knew I was here. How did you know my whereabouts?

No matter how you look at it, they are spying on me. They obviously have bad intentions. Anyone else would be wary!

However, he couldn't say these words, as it looked like he was scared.

Even though I was scared.

The problem is, it's obvious that we're going to be negotiating business soon, so it's hard to lose momentum.

It's very frustrating.

Sean smiled and picked up the wine glass and poured himself a glass of wine, as if he was the master here.

He did it on purpose, to give the other party a blow.

"This should be the first time we have met. I would like to toast Mr. Bertram." Sean became polite again.

Bertram Bain quickly regained his composure, since it was not a bad thing...

No, this guy is definitely a bad guy!

But it shouldn’t be a threat to me...

Not right either!

Gan!

I have been doing business for decades and have never met such a person.

Resisting the discomfort in his heart, Bertram Bain forced a smile, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Sean.

"I wonder why Mr. Sean came to see me in such a hurry?" Bertram Bain hinted.

"I'm a bit impatient in doing things. I don't like procrastination. I just do it when I think of it." Sean stared at Bertram Bain and said slowly: "I am planning to make a real estate investment in Los Angeles. Today I will select a site at the city government.

When I bought it, I fell in love with two places, and I heard that Mr. Bertram also liked one of them."

Bertram Bain didn't speak, his brows were already frowning.

"This incident happened suddenly. I believe you also had a last-minute idea, Bertram. So, under what conditions can you give me that place."

What Sean said was very straightforward, so straightforward that it made people feel uncomfortable.

Bertram Bain's face darkened.

Who is not a billionaire yet? Why do you want me to give in when you come up?

Don't I want to lose face?

"Can't Mr. Sean give in?" Bertram Bain said in a low voice.

"No!" Sean shook his head directly, "That's why I came to you and you made conditions."

"My condition is that there are no conditions." Bertram Bain said coldly.

"Oh, that's it." Sean's smile still hung on his face, with no regrets or anger.

He raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

He picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth, then stood up, smiled at Bertram Bain, nodded, turned around and left.

Bertram Bain looked at Sean in confusion as he opened the door and walked out. He subconsciously raised his hand to want something, but at this moment the door was closed with a bang.

"Bang!" Bertram Bain slapped the dining table hard with a livid face, causing the dishes to rattle.

That is to say, this is a high-end restaurant. The table material is very good and very heavy and strong. If it were a small restaurant like Hong Kong Island, it would be overturned.

If you refute me, I will talk to you!

"Can such a person do business? Ah, can he do such a thing!" Bertram Bain shouted at the people around him.

"Bargaining!"

"This man must be sick. He suddenly barged in, suddenly asked me to make concessions, and then suddenly left again!"

Bertram Bain really didn't want to talk about it at first, he was getting angry.

A dignified billionaire, in his 50s, was startled by a junior barging in. If he wanted to directly agree to negotiate, where would he save his face?

Young man, don't be too angry!

Rejection is inevitable!

This matter can only be discussed after Sean finds someone to smooth things over and give him face.

But Sean really didn't say anything, and his expression didn't change. After he stood up and left, he suddenly regretted it.

Indeed, as Sean said, the Los Angeles riots happened suddenly, and everyone intervened on the spur of the moment, and the planning and everything else were all based on assumptions in their minds.

But there is no plan without planning. The cake cut from the poor must be divided first.

As for how to eat it in the end, grilled or deep-fried, that’s up to you to plan.

Sitting next to Bertram Bain was another shareholder of the company, and the two of them were chatting about how to develop this land while eating.

A plot of land that has not yet been decided on how to develop it. To be more precise, it has not been purchased yet.

It's just a tacit understanding between everyone in private.

It is not impossible to develop in a similar place, as long as Sean provides sufficient compensation or cooperation.

The United States is not a rabbit. It does not mean that it will develop because of its good geographical location.

American folk customs are too simple. Whether they can develop depends on who is active here, the public security situation, and many other factors.

Just like Inglewood, it's not far from downtown Los Angeles. There are also teams such as the Great Western Forum and the Los Angeles Lakers here, but the land prices around it just can't develop.

There are too many black people.

Before Bertram Bain's partner could say anything, the door was opened again, and two bodyguards stood at the door with awkward expressions.

"Get out!" Bertram Bain roared with his mouth wide open.

He was going to be pissed off by these two bodyguards!

I offer you such a high salary to support you, but this is what you do at critical moments?

He was kicked out without even farting.

Worse than fucking Murdoch's bodyguard!

At least Murdoch knows how to resist a few times.

Although it's of no use.

Murdoch:???

Can this also happen to me?

The two bodyguards were also unjustly accused. It was only me who had their guns pointed at our chests.

"Okay, don't be angry." The partner comforted Bertram Bain, "Young people are like this. If you don't get it done once, let's talk about it next time."

"Do you think he wants to have a good talk?" Bertram Bain snorted coldly and said with some worry: "I am now afraid that he will interfere with it and start negotiating with nearby residents to purchase land in advance.

"

"Maybe not, as he said, he is an impatient person." The partner thought about it and said.

"I hate this kind of sudden intervention the most!" Bertram Bain looked irritated.

According to the plan of those who share the cake, the purchase of land is handled uniformly by the Los Angeles City Government.

The reason is simple. The poor are cunning. Besides, not everyone here is poor. The owners of businesses and households are just not as rich as them.

If major companies were to acquire land, someone would definitely think they could take a big bite.

It's understandable if you want to ask for more money.

There are also many good people in the United States, and some are so awesome that they are invincible.

An 85-year-old old lady has a land worth no more than RMB 100,000. The developer offered her RMB 1 million but refused to sell it!

The old lady participated in World War II as an Allied spy. She was captured by the German army and later escaped. After that, she established an orphanage in Europe specifically to help refugees. She later returned to the United States to take care of her mother when she grew old.

During the interview, the old lady said, I have only a few years to live and I have no children. No matter how much money you give me, it will be useless. This house was left to me by my mother. It is a memorial and sustenance. No amount of money will be of any use.

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Therefore, everyone is tacitly prepared to hand this over to the government and operate it on the grounds of rebuilding Los Angeles, redevelopment, and government compensation.

After all, a major riot is a disaster and an accident, the reconstruction time will not be short, and the commercial value is difficult to calculate. Therefore, the city government is responsible for the price, and under the fierce and careless pressure, the price will not be outrageous.

Americans are even better at playing with public opinion.

If Sean suddenly intervenes now, he only needs to buy a few pieces of real estate and land...

The strongest nail household was really born.

However, Bertram Bain's situation is obviously smaller.

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"When people come over, they leave traces wherever they go. I don't believe Bertram Bain didn't have a hand in finding them."

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I'm stuck. I wanted to spend 10,000 yuan per day, but I couldn't squeeze out the remaining 1,200 words.