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Chapter 360 ADM’s Favor

Chapter 367: ADM’s Favor

In the room, old man David was talking to a young man with brown hair, sword-shaped eyebrows and a square face.

The sound of "Fifth Grandpa" at the door made the young man's face flash with a strange expression.

Without waiting for any reaction from the two people in the room, Sean pushed the door open and walked in carelessly.

When he raised his head, his eyes met the young man's. Sean was startled, blinked and took a closer look, Richard Rockefeller!

Richard Rockefeller was born in 1949, the son of old man David, my dear.

The two had never met before, but Sean had seen the photos many times.

In other words, we have been friends for a long time!

"Brother Richard is here too!" Sean shouted directly without giving old man David a chance to open his mouth.

Old Man David:???

Richard:!!!

While talking, he walked over and put the things in his hands on old man David's desk. Then he opened his arms and gave Richard a big hug with a dull look on his face.

Richard couldn't react at all and didn't know how to respond. He stretched out his arms stiffly, neither hugging nor pushing away. He could only look at old man David for help.

Old man David is so angry, what the hell are you looking at me doing!

You beat him!

"Damn it, you brat, you should call me uncle!" Old man David's nostrils dilated with anger.

With just such a word and a hug, old man David had to admit that his son was far worse than Sean.

Not to mention tolerance, just the ability to adapt is not as good as others, and people can't let go.

"It's all the same, it's all the same." Sean laughed, put his arm around Richard's shoulders, and said with a smile: "I've always wanted to meet Richard, but I always missed it. Today is the perfect opportunity. Let's have dinner together later.

"

Richard:Are we familiar?

"Everything is the same!" Old Man David snorted heavily.

"It's all about different things. We are all young. We are only 7 years apart. Everything follows the rules. When I yelled, I thought Richard was dozens of years old. I called him old for nothing.

"As he said that, Sean turned to look at Richard and tightened his arms, "right."

Richard turned his head and looked at the hand on his shoulder, then looked at Sean, with a look of helplessness on his face, "Okay."

To be honest, it does feel a bit awkward to have a super-rich man who drives a battleship around the world and fights against heaven and earth internationally call him uncle.

It's not that Richard can't afford it because of his identity, but because of his psychology.

Psychologically, everyone in the Rockefeller family admires Sean in their hearts, even if they don't say it.

This person is an illegitimate child, he really worked hard with nothing, and their conditions are so good, let alone comparing their achievements, you can't even see the taillights of the car.

The gap between the two sides is so big that it makes these people feel a little ashamed of themselves.

This made Richard feel psychologically depressed when he faced Sean.

Old man David rolled his eyes. It's really not that he doesn't want to push his son to the top. What the hell, you don't want to live up to expectations.

Thinking about it, I just forced Sean to call him uncle. It was useless to force him. Even if he shouted in front of him, what would happen after leaving this room would be the same.

"Sean, I'm warning you, don't lead Richard astray." Old David could only say this.

"Fifth Grandpa, you are saying this as if I am some kind of bad guy." Sean rolled his eyes.

"Oh, you know what you are like!" Old David sneered.

"What's the good of being too honest?" Sean muttered in a low voice.

"Do you think everyone is like you?" David yelled angrily.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry." Sean quickly put his hands down.

Don't blame old man David for being angry. Even if his son can't achieve anything big and support the family business, he still can't be a playboy.

As he said, not everyone can start a career in the mafia like Sean, but Sean has never been addicted to drugs and has killed many people. However, Sean's character is not perverted and bloodthirsty. Surrounded by women, he is not

Will be addicted to wine and sex.

There is no good person around me, and I have done so many bad things, but I can always remain unaffected by the environment and keep my mind clear.

This requires strong self-control.

Of course, this is not the result of American education.

David knew that if his son was thrown into such an environment, he would definitely learn bad things and start eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking, and that would be the end of him.

Richard tilted his head slightly, watching Sean chatting with his father, feeling truly envious and admired in his heart.

Even his son can't be so casual. His father's aura is too powerful. As a small group of people with the most power in the world, like an emperor, not everyone can let him go.

Anyway, there is no need for him to come to see his father.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, what's the point of running so hard?" Old man David glared at Sean and said angrily.

"I want to acquire some banks, but I don't have so much time to waste on negotiations, and I don't want to waste money on them." Sean sat down on the sofa, looked up at Richard who was standing, and smiled.

He reached out and patted the side, "Sit."

Richard sat over subconsciously.

Old man David glared at his son, "You are the master!"

This account is completely useless.

"How much are some?" Old David immediately grasped the key point.

"20." Sean chuckled.

"What are you going to do again?" Old Man David asked with narrowed eyes.

Richard looked at Sean in astonishment. Acquiring 20 banks? Is that crazy?

"I have taken a fancy to the depositor resources held by local banks. I have a good deal that I want to promote. It is too troublesome and a waste of time to attract customers myself."

"How much money do you have to throw at this?"

"1.5 billion!"

Old man David rolled his eyes at these idiots from HSBC, "Theoretically, the money is enough, but it's difficult. The shares of these banks are very messy, very messy, and they can't be acquired simply by spending money. Do you understand?"

"How to say?"

"There are special reasons why many local banks can survive. They not only bear banking responsibilities, but also serve as a platform for transactions between local parties. There are too many things in them to dig deep, and some simply

There is a huge deficit.”

Sean raised his eyebrows, he understood when David said this.

Corruption, bribery, collusion between officials and businessmen, political deals, and money-losing!

A group with chaotic accounts will inevitably get into trouble as soon as the accounts are checked during the acquisition process.

Therefore, even if Sean spent money, others would not dare to transfer it. This is not a matter of money, but a matter of leverage.

What's more, Sean is still a media tycoon. If you give him the handle, it will be a sheep in the tiger's mouth!

"I have to have clients, what should I do?" Sean frowned.

Old man David shook his head, "It's difficult. I don't know what you are going to do, but most local banks have this problem. If you must acquire it, it is best to acquire some medium-sized banks, and the possibility is higher.

.”

"Fully owned!"

"Do you still want to complete the integration?"

"Yes."

Old man David shook his head directly, "Just give up, it's impossible."

Sean also frowned and said nothing for a long time, "Take in as many as you can and spread them out as much as possible. Damn it, if it doesn't work, I'll promote it myself!"

Seeing Sean's insistence, old man David shook his head and said, "Give me the list and I will help you communicate."

Sean took out a list of names from his pocket and handed it over. Old man David glanced at it and put it aside. There was no need to rush this matter.

The matter has come to an end here.

Regarding the acquisition, it was too difficult for Sean to run it by himself. It was like his own bank. There were a lot of dirty things, and he didn't dare to let outsiders find out.

Old man David came forward, coordinated from a higher level, and promised some things, such as helping to settle the account, not pursuing anything, etc. The effect was much better than if Sean, who had no friendship with him, approached him rashly.

"Okay, please excuse me, Grandpa Five, and I'm leaving." Sean stood up with a smile and waved to Richard next to him, "Let's go."

Richard glanced at me, agreed with the old man, and then stood up.

As he walked out, Sean suddenly looked back at old man David, "Hurry up, time, time, even if you spend a little more money."

"Go away!" Old man David cursed angrily, begging for help from so many troubles.

Sean walked away with a smile.

After leaving Rockefeller Center and getting into the car, Richard didn't know why, but his heart beat a little faster. He always felt that the door to a new world was about to open, "Where are we going?"

"Have you been to the Peace Hotel?" Sean asked with a smile.

Richard nodded, it was the best entertainment venue in the New York area, with everything you need for wine, sex, and wealth.

"Have you played all the fun?" Sean raised his eyebrows, with a meaningful arc on the corner of his mouth.

Cough cough cough... Richard coughed and his face turned red unconsciously.

He couldn't bear to say such exciting things when they first met.

He has also been to the upper floors of the Peace Hotel. Not to mention the emperor's enjoyment, the top two floors are the script cannon and the grassland hunting ground. Good guy, that is so exciting!!

You can meet people of all ages and statuses, and occasionally you can meet someone you know, and have an awkward but polite friendship...

Seeing Richard like this, Sean understood everything and burst into laughter.

"Let's go, let's go to the Peace Hotel. All you get are basic services. I'll open a VIP for you." Sean said with a wink.

"Ahem, cough, cough, there are also VIPs?" Richard was dumbfounded. Ordinary services are so exciting, so what kind of treatment does a VIP have?

"I don't know, hehe." Sean smiled meaningfully, "VIP provides customized services. Whatever scenes you like, what scripts you like, or if you have any special requirements, you can customize them. If you meet the right one, you will be given in advance.

You inform."

They were joking and laughing, and with Sean's special care, the two quickly became familiar with each other. They were of the same age and could easily play together.

All the way to the Peace Hotel, Sean didn't need such a complicated security check. The person in charge here personally came to receive him.

"Remember him, open a VIP service, and be careful not to let those unclean people come into contact with him, understand."

"Okay boss." The person in charge glanced at Richard.

"You must understand that if he learns bad things here, such as being exposed to drugs, being infected with some disease, or being plotted by someone with ulterior motives, I will throw you into the sea to feed the sharks." Sean.

He glanced at the person in charge.

"Ah, oh, I must remember." The corner of the person in charge's mouth twitched.

They are the last ones willing to receive such people. This is not a VIP, this is an ancestor.

After waving the person in charge to get out, Sean smiled and looked at the stony-faced Richard and said, "It's not that I have strict control. If your old man doesn't let me lead you astray, I don't dare to let you have problems."

Richard smiled bitterly, "Is it that serious?"

"Is it that serious?" Sean's voice suddenly rose and he looked Richard up and down, "That's really serious!"

"The fees charged here are high, which naturally attracts a large number of rich and powerful people. At the same time, it also attracts a lot of bad guys. They are here all the year round, specifically to defraud those rich and powerful people."

"Ah?" Richard looked in disbelief, "Isn't the security check here very strict?"

"To deceive people, sometimes just one mouth is enough." Sean raised his eyebrows, "For example, some women are professional fishermen who open fish ponds. I remember at most one time, a woman was dealing with 18 men at the same time. Mom

Yes, with that method, no matter whether you are in love for the first time or have gone through many vicissitudes of life, she will always be able to charm you and make you spend money for her with all your heart!"

"Of course, some will carefully select a target, and in the end the wife and children of the other party will be separated, and then they will take over and find a long-term meal ticket."

Richard looked confused, as if he was listening to a book from heaven, and couldn't imagine what kind of woman this was.

"Don't challenge other people's profession, that's their profession."

"It's normal for your old man to be afraid that you'll learn bad things. There are all kinds of bad guys here, people who cheat on feelings, people who engage in fraud. Once you are targeted by those people, there will be no good end." Sean smiled and looked at Richard.

, "But don't worry, when you come here in the future, someone will be with you the whole time. Those professional scammers will naturally not dare to approach you unless they want to die."

"Since you know they are professional liars, why don't you drive them away?" Richard looked puzzled.

"Why do we need to expel them? Sometimes these people are quite useful." Sean raised his eyebrows and suddenly pointed in one direction. There was a man there who looked young and handsome. Opposite him was a woman.

You can tell they are quite young at first glance, but the two of them are as close as each other, and there is a sweet and greasy smell in the air.

"For example, if you let them capture the wife of a certain target person, they can get a lot of what they want."

"Fake!" Richard's eyes almost popped out of his head. What his father said was right. Sean will learn bad things. Look, in just such a long time, he has seen something.

Seeing Richard's appearance, Sean burst out laughing. These aristocratic children were still too young to understand the dangers of the world.

Sean knew what old man David meant, and he helped Richard gain more knowledge, which saved people from being tricked and they didn't even know what was going on.

"Stay with me for a while, and I'll have someone show you the real world. This is much more interesting than flying a plane." Sean patted Richard on the shoulder.

At this point, Richard opened the door to a new world.

…

Arrangements were made for Richard and Sean stayed with him all afternoon.

The next day, I brought the Monro team over again and repeated what old David said, "Our plan needs to change, and the main markets still need to be opened by ourselves."

Sean is not without means, but he is troublesome.

A two-pronged approach, while waiting for Mr. David to help acquire a medium-sized bank, and at the same time planning for promotion.

"As long as you are willing to spend money, it is not that difficult to attract savers, at least it is not difficult to open a card." Sean brought out some of the promotion methods of later generations, "Hire a large number of local promoters, apply for free cards and give generous gifts, as long as

Open the card, deposit $100, and I’ll give you $50!”

"Giving $50, are you kidding?" Monroe almost jumped up, "Boss, we need to attract a large number of depositors, but these depositors must be of high quality. Not everyone is eligible to get a credit card. Those homeless people are

Hans and niggers are not qualified at all. Giving $50 will attract a lot of people, but we don’t need homeless people!”

"One million homeless people will leave us with nothing but a loss of $50 million."

"100 US dollars is not a threshold at all. I know them well. They just deposited 100 US dollars and received the gift. Then they turned around and took the money out, and then handed it to the next person to save money!"

Sean narrowed his eyes. This is indeed a problem. The United States is not in the east. There are not so many niggas in the east who are just waiting to die. Even the poorest shantytowns in the city are self-reliant. "Then put some restrictions on it. First,

You can’t withdraw money for a month.”

"The 50 US dollars is converted into a life gift package. It's not really worth 50 US dollars. It includes toilet paper, water bottles, shampoo, shower gel, and vegetable oil. I specially order a batch of special supplies from the manufacturer and make it into a gift package. It will be given as a gift when I apply for the card.

They come in empty-handed and leave with bags and bags!”

"The location of the local promotion was changed to be near major local companies, government departments, and shopping malls, targeting these people."

"It's certainly unrealistic to completely eliminate homeless people, but there's nothing wrong with using these things to attract customers."

"According to the different situations in different places, understand what I mean. Don't expect anything from me!" Sean scolded.

"Of course, of course." Monroe agreed quickly, and the conditions were already very good.

As long as you are willing to spend money, even if an effective customer is 30 US dollars, Monro thinks it is valuable. 103 million depositors, 1 billion is 30 million...

Ahem.

Once the development route is decided, Sean won't care about it. The rest of the business team's business is site selection and promotion. He can just come up with ideas.

This cannot be accomplished in the short term.

Things are progressing steadily. First, the East Coast is moving, New York, Portland, Boston, Philadelphia, Chicago, Washington, Atlanta, Orlando, Miami, Houston...

In more than 10 cities, 60 stores were opened at the same time. More than 5,000 local promoters rushed out and started frantically recruiting people to apply for cards. New Century Media helped publicize it, which caused quite a stir. Sean added fuel to the fire and even made news.

The incident was followed and reported by all parties.

As for the results, they were just so-so, neither disappointing nor satisfactory.

During this period, the uproarous YL scandal finally came to an end, and Weinberger, the Secretary of Defense, took all responsibilities and stepped down.

Sean immediately came to the door, and Weinberg naturally became the business consultant of New Century Media.

The two parties agreed that after avoiding the limelight for a while, Weinberg would be given a separate program to analyze various policy matters.

Maybe luck came, and good news came from Old Man David. He persuaded a medium-sized bank. This bank's main business scope is on the Gulf Coast, Louisiana, Mississippi, Arkansas, and surrounding Texas.

There is also some business with Oklahoma.

Wuzhou has more than 300 outlets, more than 4,000 employees, 4.8 million depositors, and an asking price of US$346 million.

"No problem, take it!" Sean didn't hesitate and took it directly.

"Ha, you are rich and willful!" Old Man David sneered. He learned this sentence from Sean.

"Yes, you are rich and willful!" Sean chuckled. The price was cheaper than expected.

"Don't worry, this is not without conditions." Old man David made Sean happy for a while, and then suddenly said.

"Ah?" Sean was stunned, and then asked: "What conditions? Who put forward the conditions?"

"Archer Daniels Midland."

"ADM? What do they have to do with banking?"

"Nonsense, the four major grain merchants have businesses all over the world, and there are many banks that cooperate with them. This bank is also within their sphere of influence. What's the problem? The animal husbandry and planting industries are very developed in the south, idiot!"

Sean spread his hands, he was ignorant.

It can only be said that it is not only the company that wants to engage in banking as it develops and expands, but also other industries. The background in the banking industry is indeed very deep.

"Okay, what are their conditions? I remember I still owe ADM a favor."

"Do you know about phosphate rock?" Old Man David asked.

"Phosphorus, you know, nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium, I also graduated from the nine-year compulsory program!" Sean joked, "What's wrong?"

"The development of agriculture requires chemical fertilizers. Nitrogen fertilizers are synthetic. Potassium mines are widely distributed, but phosphate mines are just the opposite. They are very unevenly distributed. Whoever controls the phosphate mines controls the fertilizer market and controls the people of the world.

Throat." Old man David said in a low voice.

Sean's expression suddenly became serious, "Tell me carefully."

“The world’s major phosphate rock producing areas are first in Africa, accounting for 90% of reserves, and second in the Middle East.”

"In North America, our reserves are about 1 billion tons, Brazil's are about 1.6 billion tons, and it can be said that there are no reserves in other regions."

"Ah?" Sean's expression was a little weird, "Africa, a place where you can't even eat, has so many reserves. The second is the Middle East, which is also an arid and non-food-producing area. This world is really interesting!"

"What do they want me to do?"

"Go to Africa." David took a map and pointed to northwest Africa and said: "In Morocco, Western Sahara and Algeria, 90% of the world's phosphate mines are here."

Sean poked his head over to take a look, with a half-smile expression on his face, "Good guy, I also said, Morocco is right next to Spain, with the Strait of Gibraltar separated in the middle. How can it be so poor?"

"It turns out it's because there's a treasure underground!"

"Hahaha."

"Okay, there's nothing wrong with it, but a lousy bank can't talk to me."

"Of course, they will send someone to talk to you."

"Okay, let them come, I'll wait for them in Newark."