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Chapter 317 A bolt from the blue!

(Normally, the starting charge is in units of 200 words, but I found that the charges for 8,000 words and 8,200 words are the same...it feels like a loss of 100 million!)

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"Hoo ho ho ho, ho ho ho ho!"

"With 5.5 billion US dollars, I will work hard"

"Ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho ho."

"The wisest minds describe me."

"Me me me me, me me me me!"

"..."

The excited Sean danced around, punched the car door a few times, turned around suddenly, knocked Lorraine down, raised his big mouth and ate it.

"Woooooooo..."

Lorraine struggled hard, moving her head back and forth but it was useless. Sean bit down and sucked hard.

A slight buzzing sound sounded, and the middle baffle rose.

Lorraine, who was dizzy from being sucked, raised her head suddenly and pressed her head against Sean's head with a bang, forcing Sean to finally let go of his mouth.

Lorraine gasped for breath, but Sean leaned over and placed his head on Lorraine's chin and began to arch.

Like a pig, it sticks out its tongue with its nose and licks randomly, making strange sounds like "snoring", "snoring" and "quacking" from its mouth.

Lorraine's hands were pinned down by Sean, and she kept rolling her eyes. This feeling of being pinned down and raped was really

So cool!

What woman has not fantasized about being pushed down, roughly, and forcibly treated?

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"I hate it, you're crazy, you made me wet!" After a long time, Sean sat down again after venting enough. Lorraine blushed, crossed her legs, looked at Sean with gritted teeth, and took out the drawer.

The towel in the bag was covered with drool on my neck and face.

"Hey, wet, where are you?" Sean raised his head and looked down at Lorraine.

"Get out!" Lorraine punched Sean in the face.

Sean lay there nonchalantly, laughing and glaring at Lorraine's legs with his feet.

"You made too much this time, 5.5 billion!" Lorraine patted Sean's feet, turned to look at Sean and asked: "I can't hide this matter, you are eating it from home."

Next home!"

"I didn't intend to hide it. As you said, I spent more than 1.6 billion on 30 missiles and made 5.5 billion, which is less than 3 times the profit." Sean snorted, "Those platforms

The profits are even more ruthless, and the channels have been greatly deducted several times...ahem!"

"Anyway, what am I doing?"

"Besides, China is not as stingy as you think. There are some special things in international trade, including arms. Dozens of times of profits are common. Do you know how many times China has made?"

"How much?" Lorraine asked curiously.

"If the cost is calculated in US dollars, their cost is about 500,000, and they have made more than 100 times the profit!" Sean shook his head and sighed.

"How can the cost be so low!!" Lorraine was shocked.

"There are so many low-cost things, beyond your imagination." Sean snorted, "The Chinese don't care how much I make. Compared with their vision, they are really long-term. I have no moral bottom line.

Those bastards who speak out can only do them good, no harm!"

"Besides, those are the beings who control a superpower. Do you think they will have hundreds of millions or more than a billion dollars in their eyes? You also underestimated the international coalition that fought for peace and gave the United States its first experience of defeat.

Be the leader of the country!"

"Pattern, pattern, put aside the emperor's golden hoe idea in your mind, let me tell you, every decision they make can affect the domestic and international development situation, and that is worth billions of dollars!!"

"They wish I could earn more. Problems that can be solved with money are never problems. Do you really think they are poor?"

"Just kidding, in 1984, the total foreign exchange in the national treasury was only a few hundred million. At that time, I dared to spend 150 million to introduce Black Hawk from the United States. Compared with spending money, I was really generous."

"You still know that you are a bastard with no bottom line!" Lorraine rolled his eyes, "Then you still do this?"

"What are you afraid of? This is capitalism, isn't it?"

"Oh, sooner or later the government will beat you to death with a stick." Lorraine pouted and said.

"Don't be shy, I will ask Reagan to issue me a pardon before he steps down, wow wow wow!" Sean laughed strangely again.

"I won't go. Let the airport prepare it. Let's go to the Middle East?"

"Why do you need to notify Saudi Arabia so soon?"

"Is Saudi Arabia the only big dog in the Middle East?" Sean sat up suddenly, hugged Lorraine's neck, and said viciously: "Do you look down on the United Arab Emirates, do you look down on Qatar, do you look down on Oman!"

"They are all big fucking oil dealers, do you know that?"

"The opportunity is only once, either don't do it, or do it bigger!"

"Damn it, I'm going to be completely full after this mouthful!"

"I never want to have no money again!"

“No one can stop it, not even Jesus!”

…

"He left?" A little man in the center asked with a smile.

"Yes, let's go. Judging from his eagerness, he should have made a lot of money this time." Mr. Li said with a smile.

"You don't have to worry about how much others earn, we just take what we should get." The old man said with a smile: "There is nothing in this world that does not require paying a price. If we sell it to the Saudis ourselves, we can certainly earn more."

A lot, but, as he said, the past, whether you are lucky or not, are two different things."

"Even if it is successfully transported, the United States will not give up, and a tighter blockade will follow."

"There are gains and losses. Besides, wouldn't it be better if there were more people like this in the United States? We have a lot of good things, which can be sold at good prices internationally, but because of the strict blockade in the United States, these things cannot be sold at all.

Can’t sell it.”

"That's true. Before Sean left, he called and ordered another batch of walking tractors. He asked for 100,000 units, more than 40 million yuan." Mr. Li said with a smile.

"That's good. After all, things like missiles can't be sold for much, and they don't have much actual value. What can really be exported on a large scale are civilian products." The old man said happily: "Really letting more people see it, can

Making money with us is the most important thing, and we have to show this attitude."

"I understand." Mr. Li nodded.

He understands these things, but there are still other voices within the organization wondering whether he can make more money by directly contacting Saudi Arabia. Therefore, he needs support from the old man.

…

Sean was lying lazily on the large sofa in the living room of the Sky Palace, with two attendants holding his legs.

Lorraine picked up the phone from Sean's ear and hung up.

"I really didn't expect that Kadip's first order would be a walking tractor!" Sean had a strange expression on his face.

“Isn’t a drug criminal who can’t sell a walking tractor a good rebel leader?”

"What the hell!" Sean rubbed his face, "The world is changing so fast!"

The walking tractor was recommended by Sean. He had never seen such a thing when he was a child in his previous life.

For decades, this thing has been active in rural areas and mountainous areas.

At the beginning, Yuri's staff proposed to Yuri to purchase a piece of equipment that could improve the mobility of Kadip's armed forces. Movement in mountainous areas was inconvenient, and it would take several days for a large army to leave the mountain. It was even more difficult to transport materials and arms supplies.

Moreover, you can’t ride a bicycle to fight after leaving the mountainous area!

Therefore, the staff committee proposed a procurement plan of 6 million US dollars!

The order was reported to Sean, and with one stroke of his pen, 6 million became 6,000 yuan.

Grandet is both a younger brother!

Conveniently, someone purchased dozens of walking tractors from Rabbit and sent them over.

Unexpectedly, Kadeep discovered the beauty of the walking tractor after being armed.

All I can say is that gold shines wherever it goes.

Sean heard that the walking tractors shined brightly in this war. They are adaptable to all terrains, highly refittable, and easy to operate. They are omnipotent!

Therefore, after the Kadip armed forces repelled the first attack of the government forces, they immediately approached Yuri to place an order.

Kadeep felt excited when he thought about the scene in which his troops would have a walking tractor, with heavy machine guns and mortars mounted on the back, and a sufficient amount of ordnance, whizzing past the mountains and ridges as if they were walking on flat ground.

What is a mechanized force?

Of course, even if he is not fighting, Kadip has thought of 108 ways to use a walking tractor, including plowing, rotary tillage, harrowing, harvesting, leveling, soil crushing, sowing, transportation, water pumping, threshing, spraying...

Not just on land, put it on a boat with a propeller, and travel in offshore areas!

Kadeep plans to share this good stuff with his colleagues in the mountains, other anti-government forces or drug criminals.

One hundred thousand cars, a few hundred dollars for one is not too much, right?

It’s easier to make money than Pantou, can you believe it?!

No wonder those rich people look down on Pandu, it smells so good!

…

The plane roared past and landed in the United Arab Emirates.

Sean once again brought a small gift!

It's still an empty shell, but this thing is so bluffing!

"You know that the ballistics next door are going to be bought!"

"Missile, ballistic ballistic!"

"What kind of spears are there? They are all smoke bombs."

"From here, hit here!" Sean pointed his finger on the map, "Medium-range ballistic missiles, covering the entire territory of YL!"

"50 pieces, do you know the concept?"

"It's equivalent to the kind of nuclear bombs dropped on a notebook, 5 of them!"

"As long as this thing is shipped over, Saudi Arabia will be the king of Arabia from now on!"

"Not to be missed!"

"As long as the Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Missile Technology is signed, we will never think about it again. Those ballistic missiles would rather be destroyed than sold."

"You just watch?"

"Don't you want to own this kind of weapon yourself?"

"We don't want to invade others, but we also want people not to dare to touch themselves casually!"

"If there is a day when war breaks out and Persimmon is going to be soft, do you want to be the softest in this area?"

"do you want!?"

"I don't want to anyway!"

Sean was so excited that he was frothing at the mouth while talking in front of a group of sheikhs in the United Arab Emirates.

It is not a secret in the Middle East that Saudi Arabia next door wants to purchase missiles.

A bunch of chiefs naturally know.

Of course there is the idea of ​​following the trend.

The problem is that everyone is aware of the current international situation. From the perspective of countries in the Middle East, Saudi Arabia has no chance.

Now Sean suddenly visits...

What is an arms race?

An arms race means that whether you think about it or not, as long as one country suddenly improves its military strength and upsets the regional balance, others must keep up.

Even if this person is your ally.

"How about it, brothers, give me some ideas!"

"This war in the Middle East will not happen once or twice. When the time comes, it will be easy to talk about or not."

"We don't have much money, and it's just this opportunity. If we don't seize it, we won't be able to seize it at all!"

"This time I am taking advantage of Saudi Arabia's opportunity to give it to you."

"First come and keep 20 sticks!" Sean kept encouraging.

The GDP of the United Arab Emirates is about half that of Saudi Arabia. Of course, Sean needs to encourage it.

A group of sheikhs in the United Arab Emirates looked at each other. The news was so sudden that they were immediately stunned.

But to say that you are not moved is nonsense.

The most important weapon of the country!

"As soon as the White House gets several countries to sign the agreement, don't even think about it. We have to produce and transport. Time is tight and the task is heavy. We can't hesitate!" Seeing a group of chiefs being tempted, Xiao

En immediately started agitating.

In addition, I already had this intention, so after a brief discussion, "20 coins, we agreed verbally."

"Wise choice!" Sean immediately gave a thumbs up, "You will not regret today's decision. It is only 5 billion. To ensure your territorial security for 40 years, it is only a little over 100 million a year. There are still more than 5 billion."

Is this more cost-effective?”

"You, the UAE, owe me a favor!"

With the forced favor, Sean went straight to Oman without stopping.

The same rhetoric, but this time with Yemen in mind.

"The south is not peaceful. The wars that happen every three days may affect you here at any time."

"Don't you buy yourself some insurance?"

"As long as you spend a little money, you can ensure the security of the country!"

"Safe, safe, still fucking safe!"

"Come on five, I'll make the decision for you, that's it!"

Saying goodbye to Oman, Sean turned around and headed towards Qatar and Kuwait.

Here in Qatar, Sean hit a wall.

Qatar is not interested in missiles, but is very interested in Sean's fleet.

From the perspective of Sri Lanka, Xingcheng and Bangni, Sean is not the government, his interest demands are simple and clear, it is money!

This kind of purely monetary interest appeal has no problem at all in Qatar's eyes.

The investment in building an army yourself would be greater, and it may not necessarily be safe.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to cooperate with Sean.

To put it bluntly, can Sean kill the King of Qatar and take the throne himself?

Stop making trouble, it's impossible!

The cartel's requirements are also special. Instead of warships, they need mercenaries and some coastal defense facilities.

Radars, missiles, coastal defense guns, offshore gunboats, etc.

After talking for a while, Sean considered that after solving the Lin Meng problem, many people from the Army would need to be settled. This was a good opportunity, so he agreed.

Kuwait, on the other hand, is very interested in missiles.

The two men next to me were fighting fiercely. Planes and missiles were flying overhead all day long. The King of Kuwait felt very unsafe.

Spend money on insurance!

Sold 10 more!

As soon as he left the Kuwait Palace and got into his car, Sean started to wring his hands.

5 sticks, 10 sticks, 20 sticks, hohohohoho!!

35 sticks!

Earn 183 million from one stick!

Another fucking 6.4 billion!

No more, hold on to me. Sean grabbed Lorraine's shoulder and pouted, trying to chew it.

Lorraine hurriedly thought and hid, "Old Bu asked you to call him back immediately. I hope you will be happy after listening to the call!"

"Ah?" Sean was stunned and looked at Lorraine with his mouth open, "Why is he calling me?"

"I don't know. You were negotiating just now. I didn't disturb you, but your tone sounded very urgent and bad." Lorraine sneered a few times.

Sean frowned slowly, feeling that things were not that simple.

This was the first time Lao Bu called himself, and he was in a hurry.

The call was connected, and Old Boo's voice came over, "Sean, are you crazy? Can this thing be sold everywhere?"

The voice was urgent and somewhat exasperated.

"Huh? How did you know the news? Someone was spying on me?" Sean sat up straight and looked grim.

Lao Bu was immediately stunned. He was stuck for a while before he recovered. He said with a bit of laughter and tears: "Oh my god, can you tell me what is going on in your head?"

"Your golden palace lands and takes off every day. Do you know how many people see it?"

"All you have to do is put a banner under the plane and tell everyone!"

"You, Sean, are now a globally famous figure, OK!"

"Uh..." Sean froze for a moment, and only after Old Bu reminded him did he react.

Recently, I have been dazzled by the US dollar. I am too eager!

"The news has spread? It shouldn't be, I might just be flying around doing business." Sean said in a low voice.

"No one should have thought of this right away, oh, no, that's not what I'm looking for you for!" Lao Bu suddenly realized that Sean had taken him off topic, "Do you also want to sell to several other countries in the Middle East?"

"Ah, yes, it's a rare opportunity. It's just this once, so of course I have to eat it all at once!" Sean said matter-of-factly.

"That's absolutely impossible!" Lao Bu said loudly: "This is a massive violation of the contents of the 'Missile and... Control Regime' treaty. This is a treaty on the intention to restrict the export of missiles and missile technology and parts. Previously,

We just said that the reason why we didn’t sell it was because of the two treaties.”

"This is a treaty led by the United States. Sean, you have to understand that you are an American, and not an ordinary American."

"No matter where your missiles come from, they have actually violated this treaty. Although the treaty has not been officially signed yet, you have to understand that this is testing the edges of the rules."

"If we violate it once, we can still explain that the relevant provisions are not clear, the treaty has not yet been signed, the source is not the United States, etc., but if we violate it so many times, it is absolutely impossible."

"You have repeatedly exploited loopholes in the rules to make money and made a lot of money. The two houses of Congress will not agree with it, the major domestic arms dealers will not agree with it, and no one will agree with it."

"You can't hide this kind of thing!"

"Why can't you hide it!?" Sean blurted out subconsciously.

"Don't you make money? When you get the money, don't you need to file a tax return? Or do you want to challenge the IRS?" Old Bu said angrily.

"This is money I earned abroad, and the United States still wants to tax me?!" Sean jumped up, and he didn't feel any pain even though he banged his head.

My heart aches even more!

If it were levied according to personal income tax, it would be 35%!

All of Sean’s current assets will be confiscated at once!

Crazy!

"Don't think about it, there will definitely be taxes. The core reason why you can complete this transaction is the United States, and you are also taking advantage of the loopholes of the United States. The IRS will not give you any chance. If you don't pay taxes, then there is no need for others to look for you.

Trouble, you’re doomed!”

Sean gasped!!

"And I bet that after this incident, the IRS will apply for tax law reform specifically to deal with the possibility of your situation happening again!"

Sean gasped twice!!

"At the same time, be prepared. As soon as you receive the funds, the parliament and various government agencies will find you, and they will dig into the story of this matter, unless..." Lao Bu said another bad news.

Sean gasped three times!!

When the phone was hung up, Sean was stunned. He sat there blankly with his mouth open, his eyes empty and numb.

A large pile of small coins flew away with wings right in front of his eyes.

flew away!

gone!

Got it!

Seeing Sean's look like this, Lorraine wanted to laugh but didn't dare, "Okay, don't get hurt..."

"Don't talk, I want to be quiet!"

Lorraine turned her head away and refrained from asking who Jingjing was.

She knew this joke, Sean had told her many jokes before.

Sean was so excited before, his whole person was surrounded by excitement, and he completely forgot about what he said to Saudi Arabia before to smoothen the relationship.

Now Lao Bu pours a basin of cold water down, and Sean wakes up.

The most difficult place to get this money is not in Saudi Arabia or China, but in the United States.

Those vampires will definitely keep an eye on this money, isn't that for sure!

You must find a way to keep as much of this money as possible.

Along the way, Sean only accepted one sentence: Go back to the United States!

In this matter, Lao Bu can't do much to help him. All he can influence is the presidential team.

The presidential team will not speak out on this matter. As for the two houses of parliament, as well as those messy organizations such as the Economic Committee, Development Committee, etc., Sean needs to handle these by himself.

Not to mention the IRS.

"I'm not going to Saudi Arabia, let's go back to the United States!" Sean suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, this is more than the public relations expenses, Saudi Arabia must pay for it!"

"Damn IRS, damn taxes, damn vampires!" Sean cursed along the way.

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The plane flew directly to New York, got in the car, and went straight to the Rockefeller family office.

If you have an old man in your family, if you have a treasure, the person who can help you at this time will not be a lawyer or an accountant.

"Fifth Grandpa." Sean walked in with a serious look.

Seeing Sean's appearance, the old man raised his eyebrows.

"Close the outside door and get out too." Sean said to the secretary serving the old man.

The secretary glanced at old man David, the old man waved, and the secretary nodded and left.

As soon as the people left, old man David was happy, "Why, are there still things that Sean, lawful evil, and the devil can't solve?"

"Yes, help me think of a way, I may have to lose a lot of money!" Sean gritted his teeth, "A very big sum!"

"Hahahaha, what a good thing!" Old Man David laughed loudly, "You just have to have the skills to make money!"

"What's wrong, your hand is gone?"

"Who gave the discount?"

“It’s great to hear it!”

So cool!

Sean's face turned even darker. The old man was so vindictive. It was simply too much!

At such an old age, can’t you keep your mind in check?

On November 20, 1986, the old man was angry with me, but I was not angry!

After waiting for the old man to ridicule enough, Sean finally talked about the matter.

"How much did you earn?!" The old man jumped up from his chair.

The action is very fast!

"It's not a matter of how much. Besides, it's not that much in total. It's just 5.5 billion. As long as you have hands." Sean looked up at the sky and his legs kept shaking.

"Fuck!" This time it was the old man with a dark face, "People like you should be hanged!"

"Hang me, and you won't be afraid that Rockefeller will have no successors, and you won't even know what the hell your money will turn into in the end!"

"Damn it, 5.5 billion, your appetite is too big, this is impossible!" The old man walked to Sean and sat down, looking at Sean with a stern face, "I bet, once this news is known, there will be countless

Someone jumps up and bites you, old bu?"

"He is a vice president, but he knows nothing about business competition!"

"The trouble is not with the IRS, not with Congress, not with those messy committees, but with our colleagues!"

"Martin Marietta, Lockheed, General Dynamics, Raytheon, Litton Industries, Northrop Grumman, they will all attack you!" Old David looked at Sean with a serious face.

"Isn't Martin Marietta from our Rockefeller?" Sean looked at old man David in astonishment, as if he was trying to hurt me.

Any one of the companies the old man mentioned would make Sean miserable. They are all super giants with an annual turnover of tens of billions of dollars.

"It is true that Martin Marietta is controlled by the Rockefeller consortium, but it is useless. This is a matter of principle. Akers and Mobil will still compete. The consortium will not interfere with specific business strategies."

"Survival of the fittest, competition will lead to development, and excessive protection will only make the company slowly sink."

"And, let me tell you, Lockheed, Litton Industries, and Northrop Grumman are backed by the California consortium, General Dynamics is backed by the Morgan consortium, and Thor is backed by Boston."

"You have offended all the missile-making arms companies in the United States and the four major consortiums!" Old David gave a thumbs up, "I can only say that you did a great job!"

"I just acted as a middleman. Without me, they wouldn't be able to make this money!!" Sean gritted his molars.

"Ha, you're right. Without you, they really wouldn't be able to make this money." Old David sneered, "But, as an American, you made money by using two treaties. This is the sole responsibility of the company's board of directors.

They will think that you shamefully exploited a loophole to steal the money that should have belonged to them!"

"The world is like this. If the United Nations passes a resolution now that does not allow the emergence of large-scale private armed forces, your Limbang Plan will go bankrupt."

"At this time, a certain guy saw another possibility. He jumped out and organized a platform. Through the platform, he divided a war into hundreds of different small tasks, and then distributed them. Not only did he earn the commission from Hanni

You can also earn agency fees from some small mercenary organizations and earn billions, so what will you do!"

"I'll fucking skin him off!" Sean's eyes widened instantly.

"So, if no one makes any money, it's no problem, but if you suddenly make money, that's a big problem. It's a mockery of everyone's IQ!"

"This is more annoying than losing in business competition!" Old David said with a serious face: "They will attack in groups, just like when Standard Oil was dismantled!"

"Of course, if you only transfer a few million, then forget it if you transfer tens of thousands, but 5.5 billion, ha!"

"Do you know how much effort it takes for each of their companies to produce a missile?"

"Take the Martin Marietta Group Strategic Systems of the Rockefeller Group as an example."

"On April 11, 1983, the President's Strategic Forces Commission was established, naming the mobile intercontinental ballistic missile as a small intercontinental ballistic missile, and formally proposed the development of a new type of missile. In May of the same year, the U.S. Air Force established the MGM-134A ballistic missile 'Midget'

Planning Bureau, after a fierce competition, Martin Marietta won the qualification as the main contractor."

"After that, a large amount of money will be invested in research and development. I can tell you that in the last report submitted by the company, more than 4 billion was spent on the research and development of this missile. For example, the first test flight is still far away!"

"You want to make 5.5 billion just by doing resale business?" Old David looked at Sean sideways, "If you weren't my grandson, I would fucking kill you!"

The corners of Sean's mouth twitched crazily, as if he had really stung a hornet's nest this time.

So, how did you complete this huge order in your previous life?

Well, it’s not our own people who are making money, so everyone won’t be so angry.

"So, seeing you making money is more uncomfortable than me losing money?" After saying this, Sean's face was distorted, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Beethoven couldn't express the sorrow I feel at this moment."

"You use your umbrella to make money, so no one says anything?" Old man David rolled his eyes.

"DuPont didn't form MPRI?" Sean said angrily.

"Okay." Old David shrugged, "You're in trouble anyway."

"Fuck!" Sean outputted C language crazily.

"Have you vented enough?" After a long while, old man David tilted his head and asked.

"Okay." Sean took a long breath, "My dear Fifth Grandpa, I think you must have a way to teach poor me."

"Of course, there is a way, but..." The corners of Old David's mouth slowly hung up, and his smile gradually became evil, "What good can I do!"

"Oh my god, no, old man, I am your family, your dearest family member!" Sean waved his arms, loudly accusing the old man of his evil deeds as if he was heartbroken, "You actually talked to your

I simply can’t believe that my grandchildren want benefits.”

"You are the head of the Rockefeller family. Everything that belongs to the head of the family belongs to you. Yet you still want to keep an eye on the meager property of your poor descendants. Don't you feel guilty if you do this?"

"Not at all!" Old David looked at Sean sideways, "Of course, if you are willing to count all your family property to the Rockefeller family, then of course there is no problem."

"Tell me, old man, what benefits do you want!" Sean suddenly became serious.

If you give benefits, you are the Fifth Grandpa, if you don’t give benefits, you are the old man, right?

dead child!!

Old man David blew his beard angrily, "The consulting fee of 500 million won't be a penny less!"

"Are you crazy? You just said a few words. Why don't you grab 500 million!" Sean shouted.

"Robbery? This is much faster than robbery." Old man David said proudly. He liked to see Sean's distressed look.

"Up to 20 million, this is the highest-end consulting fee I've ever heard of!" Sean gritted his teeth.

"Are you kidding? If you ask an accounting firm to help you with legal tax avoidance, it will cost you more than this!"

"The accounting firm cannot create value for you. Without me, your business would not be successful at all!"

"Unless you can really let me get 5.5 billion, there is no need to discuss it!"

The two bargained for a while, and finally, Sean agreed to the old man's request for a consulting fee of US$100 million.

Old man David smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his teeth.

Of course, 100 million more and 100 million less have no practical significance to this old man.

But if you can scrape off a layer of skin from Sean's body, then...

Very interesting!

"Actually, you don't just have to have hands to make money, you can also have a mouth!" Seeing Sean's distressed look, old man David smiled extremely happily.

Damn old man, you really hold a grudge!

It's a pity that human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same!