America’s Big Hero

"Of course." Sean laughed loudly and said, "American dad's imported cooking oil, 1:1:1 reasonable dietary formula, this is synonymous with nutrition, science, and safety, and Indians must like it."

"I'm not worried!"

"It is indeed imported..." The corner of Sol's mouth twitched violently, "There is still fresh saliva, my God, I can't think about it."

Thor rubbed his temples helplessly.

"How do they set the price?"

"It's the normal price." Saul was a little puzzled.

"A bunch of idiots with curry in their heads!" Sean smiled disdainfully. "In this way, I will give them another product positioning plan, which will allow them to earn more."

"Are you so kind?" Saul looked at Sean with some doubts.

"What's this called? I've always been a good person." Sean rolled his eyes, organized his words and said, "Imported nutritional formula from the United States, specially designed for Indian physique, reasonable diet, healthy diet. "

"Make the packaging more beautiful, and then use the brand of American imports to promote the low yield and high nutritional value of this oil."

"You have to consider the minds of consumers. If you can afford to buy American imports, you don't care about spending twice as much!"

"You can be more popular like this!" Sean opened his hands and gestured: "The production is limited in the first place, so of course we must extract the maximum value reasonably."

"Those low castes don't know what to say, they will listen to what you say!"

Sean had seen too many of these methods in his previous life, and he was one of the people who was fooled miserably.

Sol squinted at Sean, shook his head and sighed: "The capitalist's method is to make Wan understand."

Sean waved his hands again and again, and said modestly: "No, I'm far from an entrepreneur."

Saul: Do you think I'm praising you! ?

"Do you know why hell is getting more and more empty?" Saul said without waiting for Sean's answer, "Because you sold out all the demons!"

"Not bad!" Sean laughed loudly, "Have you ever heard a word?"

"What?"

"If the money is gone, you can earn it again, but the conscience is gone..."

"You're not human anymore!" Saul answered.

"No!" Shawn shook his head, and said seriously: "If you lose your conscience, you will earn more!"

Ha, Sol looked up at the sky, with a middle finger raised high.

After laughing for a while, Saul talked about the second thing about going to India.

"The refining of precious metals that you want to engage in, someone over there has also taken over. They are responsible for passing on the technology, but they are required to sell these waste products to them for unified processing."

"That's not a problem, why don't you give up some profit? As everyone knows, I, Sean, am a generous person." Sean waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

"I don't know whether you are generous or not, but everyone in New Jersey knows that you have a reputation for extracting oil from garbage." Said, Saul laughed.

Sean doesn't care either, isn't this the best compliment for capitalists!

After explaining everything formally, Sol left. He wanted to go back to take a good rest and run back and forth. Although the reception in India was good, he still felt tired after returning home.

Physically, mentally.

"You're like this, don't worry, the Peace Hotel has opened, you can go there and relax for a few days." Sean said with a smile.

"Are you sure you can rest there!?" The corners of Sol's mouth slowly turned up, and his eyes shone with a strange light.

The scene after the opening of the Peace Hotel, he heard Jonas say on the phone, good guy!

"That's right, forget it." Sean pretended to agree.

"Don't, don't, just kidding, don't be so serious." Saul grabbed Sean's wrist.

very tight.

"Then what are you talking about, get out!" Sean smiled and gave Sol a kick.

Sol left, and Sean originally wanted him to deal with the acquisition of scrap metal, but seeing how tired he was, he decided to forget it.

After asking Torrey to go through various formalities, Sean called Governor Benny himself.

When it comes to the acquisition of scrap metal, Lao Mei is different from Rabbit.

Nobody is allowed here to ride a scooter with a horn hanging from their waist and yell "Take up the trash" all over the world.

Regardless of whether it is illegal or not, this place is vast and sparsely populated. The whole of Newark is not as crowded as a small county town. This method is really inefficient.

Generally, household scrap iron is thrown away like garbage. This needs to be separated by the "environmental protection" company.

Most of the rest are collective behaviors of enterprises, which are dealt with on a large scale.

Acquisition?

It is impossible to spend money!

Spending money to buy this kind of thing, what a joke, is this looking down on me Sean Oil Extractor Rockefeller!

...

The phone in Brewster Jesse's office rang, and when he picked it up, he heard the secretary say that someone had come to visit.

"Who?" Brewster Jessie blinked, thinking he heard it wrong, "Sean?"

"Are you sure it's Sean Rockefeller?"

Hearing the secretary's confirmation, Brewster Jesse was stunned for a while, and he woke up when the secretary called him again, "Oh, let him come up, no, wait, I'll go down to pick it up."

After hanging up the phone, Brewster Jesse picked up the suit next to him and put it on. While walking downstairs, he kept muttering in his heart, why did this damn guy suddenly come to find him?

You're not here to ask for trouble, are you?

To be honest, just thinking about this Brewster Jesse gave me a little shudder.

He wasn't sure if his sneaky tricks had leaked out last time.

In fact, he regretted it afterwards.

He didn't even know what he was thinking at the time. Looking back now, he seemed to be completely crazy in those few days, and he didn't know him anymore, and the things he did were childish and ridiculous.

There is no benefit at all, and it offends people for nothing.

Having been in the political arena for decades, he would suddenly lose his mind completely. He himself didn't believe that it was something he could do.

Must have been confused by the damn devil!

Now that the matter has come to an end, it is useless for him to regret it now, and now Sean is looking for him.

This guy won't suddenly beat himself up, right?

Standing in the elevator, Brewster Jesse kept changing his expression.

Probably, no way...

Sean wouldn't be so impulsive, would he?

But he is young, what if, what if he gets impulsive?

That's tens of millions every year!

"Damn it!" Brewster Jesse swore, not noticing that the elevator doors had opened.

It wasn't until Brewster Jesse looked up and saw Sean's smiling face that he woke up with a start, and lost his composure again.

"Ah, ha, Mr. Sean Rockefeller, nice to meet you." After all, it was an old politician, Brewster Jesse adjusted his mood instantly, walked over with big strides, stretched out his hand and smiled, "I've heard that You're famous, but it's the first time we've met."

"Mr. Brewster Jesse, it's nice to meet you. I've wanted to visit you for a long time, but I haven't had the right opportunity." Sean shook hands with the old guy and let go.

"Don't you know Mr. Sean? What appointment does Mr. Sean need to come?" Brewster Jessie turned his head and scolded the secretary, and then put on a smile again, "Sean, you can call me that way Well, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, you are too polite."

Brewster Jesse personally lured Sean up, and he was relieved, it didn't look like he was here to find fault, that's good, that's good.