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(PS: I’m not kidding, I didn’t allude to Songjiang Prefecture. As you know, the fireworks are in Sanya, which has been under lockdown for the past month. But in fact, we can guarantee the supply of materials, including vegetables, meat, and eggs. They are all volunteers from the community.

We helped deliver the nucleic acid to door-to-door testing. Thank you very much to the volunteers and staff. The reason for yesterday’s paragraph is really a reasonable reasoning. Under the Western system, this is an inevitable result. Capital is

Without emotions, in areas deeply affected by capital, there will be fundamental changes in culture and thinking)

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These people headed by Henry are real business elites.

Just talk about Henry.

In 1920, Herbert Lyautey, the French Commander-in-Chief in Morocco, ordered the formal establishment of the Moroccan Phosphate Mining Company OPC (Office chérifien des phosphates) and began large-scale mining.

After Morocco achieved independence, the equity of Moroccan mining companies changed greatly. Part of it was in the hands of the royal family, 5% was in the hands of the Central Bank of Morocco, and the rest ended up in the hands of three companies through complicated methods, the largest of which was Henry

The company where you work.

Henry is not the heir or owner of the company. He is a professional manager who obtained a portion of the equity through complex and professional means.

To be precise, these 12 people are all professional managers, presidents or board members of various companies. They are proficient in all business methods and are very good at negotiation.

Even Magritte, who had just made a small sarcastic comment on Sean, was not really so angry that he could not control it.

Just like an intentional foul at the beginning of an NBA game, the purpose is to test the referee's penalty scale, the small test before the negotiation officially begins is the same.

only……

There are always some uncertain things happening in this world, so such a world will not be boring.

The moment Sean finished saying "I don't like your tone," the security guard who had been standing silently in the living room as a transparent person immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at him.

Henry watched helplessly, his face changed drastically, and he opened his mouth to shout.

"boom"

"No!"

"ah!!!"

There were continuous sounds, and the security guard fired without hesitation, hitting the provocateur in the thigh.

Then Henry's cry came out, and finally the provocateur screamed in horror after looking at the bleeding thigh.

It's not painful, it's scary!

The moment you are shot, your body will secrete an anesthetic for protection, and it will take a few seconds before you feel pain.

After firing the gun, the security guard inserted the gun back in as if nothing happened.

Henry and others stood up with frightened faces, but their bodies were stiff and no one dared to move.

The security guard's action of shooting was too decisive, and his expression was too indifferent, as if he had no feelings at all about shooting to kill, just like trampling an ant to death. This indifference made people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts.

Magritte, who was shot, hugged his thigh and slipped out of the chair. He stretched his thigh straight and screamed miserably.

Looking at all this, Sean sighed and said without thinking: "Who asked you to shoot!"

"Personally, anyone who insults the boss should be punished." An Bao said with an expressionless face and took over everything in one sentence.

Personal wishes have nothing to do with the company or Sean.

Sean did not reply, but turned to look at Henry, and said with a serious face: "I'm sorry, he has mental illness, a serious battlefield syndrome, and can't control himself when stimulated."

"You can call the police now. I believe that the Moroccan police and courts will give you a fair judgment."

"As everyone knows, I am a law-abiding person and I will never cover up for him."

Henry opened his mouth wide, with incredible expression written all over his face!

I have never seen such a shameless person!

How do you abide by the law?

Call the police?

Judge?

I can go fuck you!

Is there any royal law?

Is there any law?

Can people with mental illness do whatever they want?

Do you still stay with me if you are mentally ill?

In this situation, even an idiot would know that it was Sean who ordered it, but as long as the perpetrator insists that it was out of anger, then Sean will not be harmed anyway.

And as long as Sean is fine, Morocco's laws are bullshit!

In other words, this shot was in vain.

The only good thing is that the assailant was very accurate with his marksmanship and had no intention of killing anyone.

Farke!

Henry opened his mouth wide and his fingers trembled. He wanted to raise his hand and slap himself hard to stop Magritte's temptation.

Those negotiation methods can only be used in formal negotiation situations and not now. The guy in front of them is not a person who can use words to reason!

The best way to negotiate with this guy is to tell the truth!

Quickly understanding the key to the matter, Henry opened his mouth and breathed heavily, forcing himself to calm down. He glanced at Magritte who was lying on the ground and howling miserably. Blood gurgled out from his right thigh and piled up on the floor.

A large puddle made Henry dizzy and quickly looked away.

Uncontrollably, Henry's right thigh was shaking crazily and hurting terribly.

"Mr. Sean." Henry bit his lower lip hard, took a deep breath again and said, "Mr. Sean, please save people first, please hurry up, we believe this is an accident."

Sean smiled and looked at Henry without saying a word. Lorraine behind him raised his hand and hooked him, and immediately two people dressed as maids came up.

A maid pulled out a ribbon from her waist and tied Magritte's thigh tightly to stop the bleeding. After that, the two of them took one arm and dragged him away.

He had no expression throughout the whole process, but he was not as indifferent as the assailant just now. This was a kind of relaxed, commonplace ease.

It's just that the movements are too rough no matter how you look at them.

Seeing the worry on Henry's face, Lorraine said aloud: "Don't worry, they are Mr. Sean's personal service team. Each of them has a nurse qualification certificate and a physician qualification certificate to ensure that Mr. Sean and his entourage are safe."

The medical safety of personnel.”

"For them, it's just a minor surgery and not a problem at all."

"Uh...oh, okay, okay, thank you." Henry and others seemed a little incoherent, but they felt relaxed.

With Sean's status, the medical team he brings with him is of course top-notch, at least in terms of first aid.

But, what kind of hobby is dressing up as a maid for the medical team!?

In addition, this team seems to be very skilled in their movements...

It's scary to think about it.

While talking, two more maids came over. One of them took something like a towel and spread it on the pool of blood. The blood on the blanket was quickly sucked away. It was obviously a special feature that has a strong adsorption effect on blood or liquids.

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Another person held a spray device and sprayed the area carefully.

The smell of blood in the air suddenly faded, and even the blood stains on the blanket became very light. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't imagine that someone had just been shot here, and the ground was soaked with blood.

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Henry and others sat down again. Most of them didn't dare to look up at Sean. They lowered their heads and covered their faces with their heads in their hands.

They are business elites, good at business management and business negotiations, but not good at dealing with murderers and the like.

The more wealthy and successful business elites are, the more afraid they are of danger and death.

If you were a rich man who made his fortune from scratch, you wouldn't be so scared now.

Just like the African Black Uncle soldiers and the special forces of the WPC, they are both soldiers...the difference is bigger than that between humans and dogs, they are not the same kind of creatures at all.

"Okay, now we can get down to business." Sean glanced around and finally landed on Henry, "I don't know your name yet. What do you want to see me for?"

"Just call me Henry." Henry took a deep breath and raised his hands to rub his face.

Now there is no need to maintain the grace and calmness as usual in negotiations. This is not a fair negotiation.

"We want to talk about those mines and those factories." Henry was the only one who could suppress the fear in his heart at this time. These words made several others look over in surprise.

The eyes that looked over showed surprise, fear, and anger, fearing that Henry's words would offend Sean and implicate them again.

They just want to leave this place quickly!

Whether they are CEOs or directors, they are just professional managers. Some of them hold shares that are also management shares. There is no pressure to resign, and with their qualifications, they have no worries about finding a job.

There is absolutely no need to hang yourself from a tree.

They are different from Henry, whose entire wealth is tied up in the company.

"I am a businessman, a very pure businessman." Sean smiled and said: "The factory and mine are part of this overall transaction, and the Moroccan government must pay me remuneration."

Henry's eyes lit up slightly. He suppressed his fear and tried to keep his brain running. The businessman, that is, the representative could trade, "What can I, or our company, pay to reduce losses."

"Not bad, not bad!" Sean smiled and clapped his hands: "I like the way you talk. You can see reality clearly."

"Sure enough, anyone who can achieve success has his merits."

Henry forced a smile, and he felt that he seemed to have found the right way to talk to Sean.

"I don't have much exposure to mining. I only have one company that mines oil sands in Canada and one that mines coal in Colombia. Although they are both mining companies, I know there are big differences."

"Yes, even the mining methods of phosphate mines in different regions are different. What is mined in Morocco and Western Sahara is a sandy ore with very small particles." Henry nodded and said.

"I have many industries under my name, and they are distributed in different industries, so I never and cannot manage each one." Sean looked at Henry and continued with a smile: "The phosphate mining here in North Africa

I am determined, even if Jesus comes, it will be of no use."

"Of course, in my opinion, the mining of phosphate mines in Morocco, including the Western Sahara region, is still too rudimentary. The scale should be larger and the processing should be more refined. Although it is not suitable for research here, it does not delay the expansion of production scale.

Enrich product lines.”

"However, I don't like management, and I don't have time to keep an eye on how the company operates. I only look at the results. Therefore, I need a manager, a smart one who knows how to examine the appropriateness and a courageous manager!"

"I'm very good at trusting others." Sean leaned over slightly and stared at Henry. He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a half-smile: "Now, I'm very optimistic about you. How about helping me manage the relevant affairs here?"

industry."

"You can completely let go of your hands and feet, take a longer view, and be bolder. I am never used to interfering with my subordinates."

"Currently, the people who help me actually manage the company have never done anything unseemly. They are all dedicated to their responsibilities, and the treatment I give them is absolutely satisfactory to them."

Henry was stunned when he heard this, his mouth twitched, and he shouted wildly in his heart: Don't think that since English is not my mother tongue, I can't understand that you are talking about "living people". That's because the people who did the manipulation are all dead!

Henry had no doubt whether Sean dared to do this.

Interestingly, the so-called professional ethics of professional managers are actually not very high. If given the opportunity, they would never mind taking a bite out of the company they work for.

Because this kind of behavior is consistent with the professional attitude of a capital!

The shopping mall is like a primitive jungle, where the strong survive and the weak die, there is absolutely no mercy.

However, even if these professional managers who have done harm to the company's interests are discovered, they will rarely be punished.

Whether at home or abroad, very few people bring them to court. The reason is that professional managers know too much about the company's secrets.

When they actually go to court, they dare to say anything in order to reduce the sentence.

So in most cases the breakup is amicable.

Let me give you an example (emphasis added, I didn’t mention the starting point, so don’t think about it):

A senior manager took advantage of his position to engage in theft in private... ahem, he made a lot of money and harmed the interests of the company and the author. In the end, this matter was discovered by the head office.

So, what should we do at this time?

One: Take people to court. But according to the law, even the maximum penalty for piracy is very low. It can’t be fined a few dollars and it can’t be imprisoned for two years. In fact, the profits gained from piracy cannot be effectively measured at all. This money is basically abroad.

Therefore, the result of going to court is to accept a small fine and then let it go. People in the company are panicked, which may cause a wave of resignations and cause a second blow to the company. The actual executors are actually managers, and managers should not embarrass managers.

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Two: Reconciliate privately, then it is possible to recover part of the losses. Although it will make some people in the company feel weak, the real source of the company's losses is management loopholes.

Obviously, the losses caused by private settlement are smaller, so it is self-evident how the company chooses.

Professional managers are actually not weak when facing capital. Capital is like the emperor, and professional managers are ministers. The emperor knows that the ministers are traitors and disloyal, but both parties still need to seek a tacit understanding.

So, why doesn’t capital use illegal means to retaliate and give future generations a warning?

They have the money, the power, and the ability to do it.

Because they are unprofessional!!

No matter how rich ‘Gouzi’ is, he is still a manufacturer of clothing, shoes and hats. It is almost impossible to do something dirty. How much hatred and hate. They are not professional. Doing it yourself will leave loopholes, and outsourcing will leave loopholes.

It's completely unnecessary, even the boss won't do it. It has no practical effect except venting anger, because if you don't dare to publicize it, you are courting death.

But what if the company happens to be a company that specializes in killing people?

Different companies have different methods of corruption and different ways of solving problems. This is called corporate culture!

The legendary killer company has not retired, the mercenary company has not retired...

Therefore, Henry absolutely believed that no one in the property under Sean's name would dare to engage in small tricks and embezzle Sean's money.

Absolutely not!

Not only Henry believed it, but the 10 people from other companies who were listening next to him also believed that what had just happened had happened before their eyes, and they could not think of any way to restrain Sean.

The King of Morocco even listens to Sean, and he even cares about Moroccan law...

Bullshit!

However, Henry never thought that he came to negotiate with Sean, but he never expected that Sean would actually recruit him to manage the company.

This... a fantasy!

Being stared at by Sean's eyes, although there was no murderous intent, Henry still felt coldness on the soles of his feet. He wanted to refuse, but he had to think about how to say this so that Sean wouldn't suddenly turn his back and shoot him.

It's not good to go to a country like Africa with chaotic public security. There is no place to explain yourself even if you die.

Seeing Henry's appearance, Sean raised a finger and shook it, "Don't reject me, tell me what difficulties you have."

"I am a shareholder of the company." Henry pursed his lips and smiled reluctantly.

"It's not a big problem." Sean said with a smile: "You have three choices. First, sell the shares to me and I will buy them at a premium of 20%. Second, keep the company shares and resign. Third, I will acquire your company and become a big company."

Shareholders or at least important shareholders."

"You choose." Sean raised his chin.

Henry: "..."

No, this is a cow being forced to have its head pressed without drinking water!

"Our company's equity is very complicated, and part of it is in the hands of Louis Dreyfus. You know, after all, it is a fertilizer company, and it must be related to agricultural companies."

"It doesn't matter. I also make fertilizers, so we must cooperate. This is part of my plan. You have work experience in multiple companies and are a good communicator." Sean did not give the other party any room to refuse.

"My family is in France, and you know, I don't want to be separated from my family."

"No one is asking you to separate. The company will reimburse you for your round-trip air tickets every week. Of course, your family can come over and they will be reimbursed as well."

"I, the security in Morocco is really..."

"Don't worry." Sean waved his hand and said with a domineering look: "I will arrange two bodyguards for you, and the vehicle will be hung with a protective umbrella flag. No one dares to touch the people in my company named Sean. Who dares to touch you?

I don’t care who he is.”

With that said, Sean leaned over and said solemnly: "If you say kill his whole family, kill his whole family!"

"Work for me. What else do you have to worry about for your safety? I'm not the government of a country. I have to be cautious about everything I do. No one cares about personal grudges."

"Today, if you were negotiating on my behalf and sitting in my current position, think about how it would feel." Sean's words were full of confusion: "Let me tell you this, in Africa, negotiation

There is no need for any skills, you just need to show the name of the company, as long as it is not an excessive request and based on the concept of win-win, then no one can refuse you."

"Nothing goes wrong!"

hiss!!!

Henry gasped.

"Let me tell you again, I have reached an agreement with ADM and Mosaic. Mosaic and I will exchange part of the equity. They will provide the best technology to the Moroccan Phosphate Company to support the company's development."

"Behind Mosaic is Cargill. As for Louis Dreyfus, I will talk to them after a while. I believe they will not reject my kindness." Sean said with confidence.

Now that Umbrella has stepped into the land of Africa, it must have some say.

At least Sean has enough say in where the food from Morocco and Western Europe is imported.

Now, isn’t there Thompson Alves?

Henry's expression kept changing. Unknowingly, he was really moved. The key was that Sean was so powerful.

Several major grain companies are actually very powerful around the world, especially when facing small countries in Africa, South America and the Middle East that cannot achieve self-sufficiency in food.

A little effort can cause huge fluctuations in domestic food prices in these countries.

These small countries don't want to hoard food to cope with the crisis. Several major grain companies have detailed data on their annual production and domestic consumption. The export volume given to you is absolutely accurate to the ton!

Make sure the neck is always stuck.

However, Henry suddenly discovered that these grain-related industry companies had lost their advantage when facing Sean.

Of course, it's absolutely fine if you don't leave France, and you'll definitely have concerns about using a protective umbrella in a country with a French military base, but what about other countries?

Food stick?

I'll kill you with one shot!

However, if the giant ship's cannons are combined with food weapons... hiss!!

"Can you really get Louis Dreyfus shares?" Henry looked up at Sean, his eyes burning.

"In fact, I own the stocks of 12 of your companies, and they are currently held by a financial company on Wall Street, including Louis Dreyfus!" Sean's mouth curled up with a meaningful arc, "Since I have decided to take action, how can it be possible?

Don’t plan ahead in the financial market.”

hiss!!

Jordan Belfort:he tui, you're right.

"Then I have no problem. We can all sit down and talk." Henry took a long breath. In his eyes, a dominant presence in the country's grain business was slowly taking shape.

"Me, what about us?" Someone next to me finally couldn't bear it anymore and looked up and asked, let's negotiate together, what the hell, while we were talking about you, Henry surrendered and rebelled?!

French: I hate being teammates with French people the most!

A group of French people cursed secretly in their hearts!

"You?" Sean glanced sideways at the people present.

"I am Albert Fertilizer Company..."

"I am Caesar Ore Concentration Equipment Manufacturing Company..."

"I am……"

Sean listened to their introduction, and Lorraine handed over a document with several companies marked on it, simple information, current stock prices and other information.

Sean glanced at it, thought for a while and said: "You are an equipment manufacturer. You only have some sales departments and inventory of machinery here. I am not interested in this. I sent someone to receive it and return it to you. By the way, I have it."

Your company has a lot of shares, so you can be my representative at the general meeting of shareholders, exercise my rights on my behalf, and protect my interests. Is there any problem?"

"Ah, me?" The man looked at Sean in confusion, and he didn't react at all. Is the company okay?

Do you have more rights?

God bless!

"Okay, boss, don't worry, boss!" The man stood up suddenly, unable to hide the joy on his face, and smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

French: Bah, French!