America’s Big Hero

A group of high-level executives at Fidelity looked at each other, and when Sean mentioned David Rockefeller several times, he always called him by his first name.

In the end, he simply called out to the old guy.

It can be seen from this that this arrogant guy didn't take David, the helm of the Rockefeller family, seriously.

Yes, Sean said that on purpose.

Anyway, he would never admit it if he left this door.

It's all slander, revenge and provocation by the opponent Chi Guoguo.

I, Sean Rockefeller, am a good capitalist young man who knows how to respect the old and love the young!

"If you are not satisfied, you don't have to buy it. We didn't force you. This is not a reason for you to go to Fidelity to use violence!" The president of Fidelity softened his tone a lot, but he still wanted to protect Fidelity's face.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Sean shook his hands impatiently, "Those companies, those patents, are all named Rockefeller. You are just a group of managers, and you really fucking think of yourself as the master!"

"This is an irrevocable entrustment, which cannot be changed when the entrustment is reached. Only beneficiaries who have reached the age of 30 request revocation when they are sober and have not been threatened or bewitched. Otherwise, they are the managers of these assets. It's the law..."

Yes, even the beneficiary is almost impossible to revoke the entrustment. Although the law allows it, how can you prove that you are sober and not coerced?

I'm here to protect your interests, for your own good!

Elvis Presley's woman keeps things that don't belong to her because she can't prove that she is sane, because she has a history of drug use.

And how many people in the United States have no history of drug abuse? The president has flown over leaves.

This is why David Rockefeller has had nothing to do with this trust company.

unless……

When the legal consultant and barrister of Fidelity Company was spitting, Sean lightly poked the bald Lear next to him.

Lear jumped up suddenly, with a grim face, propping up the table with one hand, pointing at the lawyer with some gray hair and cursing loudly: "Fuck you, the law, you damn old man, fuck you Fake, Fake you!" The whole family, all the women in the family!"

What's wrong, what's Lear scolding.

Crazy cursing!

Lear's sudden uproar caused the entire meeting room to fall into an eerie silence.

Everyone in Fidelity stared blankly at this foul-mouthed guy, with confusion written all over his face.

Where did this bloody rude fellow come from!

Why is he here!

Sol bowed his head and covered his face with his hands, he was afraid he would laugh out loud.

Sean had a straight face. If he hadn't received professional training, he would never be able to hold back.

Accustomed to negotiating, accustomed to talking about rules and laws, the lawyer who can show off the most is stunned for a while.

Lille cursed continuously for three full minutes before the other party reacted.

"Damn it, you rude redneck, you, you, you dare to insult me, I'll sue you, I'll send you to jail!" The lawyer's hair was about to explode, he had never been so angry.

"Come on, come on!" Lear became more energetic, roared around the conference table, and rushed towards the old lawyer aggressively, like a raging lion.

At this moment, the old lawyer opened his mouth wide in fright, unable to utter a word.

Obviously, when face to face, talking can never beat fists.

In the face of the violent Lear, none of Fidelity's high-level executives dared to stand up and make a declaration of justice at this time.

You can't expect a group of multi-millionaires in their 50s to fight desperately with the stinky security guard Lille.

"You fucking sue me now, come on, call, call the police, hurry up!" Lear snatched the phone from the old lawyer and patted it on the conference table, "Call, if you don't call the police, you are me grandson!"

"You, you, you..." The old lawyer was shocked by Lear's murderous aura and calmed down on the spot.

Well, very calm.

Threats and insults or something, it is impossible for Lear to go to jail, and he will be released on bail for a little money. This is only useful for some poor ghosts.

"I warn you, don't be so impulsive. You almost killed Mr. Phillips just now. I can sue you for deliberately obliterating it. You will be sentenced to at least five years in prison." His rhetoric made the guy in front of him fearful.

Phillips: ? ? ?

What does it have to do with me! ?

When did I say I was going to sue him!

Don't fucking frame people!

"Five years!" The first thing that came to Lear's mind was the hotel-style prison.

This is great!

"Come on, old guy!" Lear grabbed the old lawyer's neck and lifted him up from the seat with one arm. "Now, immediately, immediately sue me!"

"Five years is not enough, at least 20 years!"

"I'm not only going to kill him, I'm going to kill you too!"

"Cut off your head bit by bit, and use a chainsaw to saw your entire family into segments!"

Being lifted up in the air by Lear, the old lawyer felt he couldn't breathe, his face turned red, and he couldn't speak.

When a person is not afraid of the law, the lawyer who uses the law as a weapon is useless.

He was just like now, being randomly picked up in the hands and thrown around.

Seeing that the old lawyer was being strangled and rolled his eyes, Sean still looked on with his arms crossed, as if he was not afraid that Lear would really kill the old lawyer.

Yes, Sean really wasn't scared.

When you die, you die.

There is no death penalty in New Jersey, and Lear is at most thrown into prison.

Unfortunately, the prison is run by itself!

Since taking down the prison, Xiao En's subordinates have been extremely active in taking the blame...

In the past, there was a lottery, and whoever was unlucky would go to prison, but now it is still a lottery, and whoever is lucky will go to prison.

The treatment inside is better than outside!

Not to mention freedom. For most people in the 1980s, most of them had never been out of their urban areas in their entire lives.

Besides, Sean will not really restrict their freedom.

Even if something happened, it was also a problem with the prison management, and it had something to do with Sean, a legal and decent businessman?

No!

"Sean, you, stop him quickly, do you really want him to kill Phil!" The president of Fidelity saw that the old lawyer started kicking his legs, and he stood up abruptly and shouted loudly without thinking about testing Sean's attitude .

"What does it have to do with me? I can't control him." Sean curled his mouth and said indifferently.

"You!" The president of Fidelity was really anxious, "Sean, don't do this, there is nothing that cannot be discussed, and we have no intention of embarrassing you, I swear."

"Are you sure? Can we talk?" Sean laughed loudly.

"I'm sure!" the president of Fidelity said loudly, raising his hand.

"Lille, are you fucking crazy again? Hurry up and put me down." Sean pointed at Lear as if he had just seen it and cursed loudly: "Damn it, how could you treat a kind man like this? old man!"

Hearing Xiao En's words, Lear let go of his hand, and "slap" and "dang" made Phil's old lawyer fall off and knock down the seat.

Fuda's people rushed forward, stroked their chests and breathed freely until Phil coughed a few times before slowly recovering.

Phil just couldn't breathe, and it took only more than 30 seconds before and after, and it was still too early for his life to be in danger.

After going straight for more than ten minutes, the Fidelity party, who had recovered, sat back at the negotiating table again.

A group of old men looked at Lear angrily, and Lear gritted his teeth indifferently.

"Do you really want to kill someone? Do you know what will happen if you kill someone yourself?"

"Even if you escape the death penalty, you will still be imprisoned for life. You can only stay in that small iron cage for the rest of your life, and you will be tortured." People from Fidelity tried to use "reasonable" to Lear.

"Have you ever heard of a hotel-style prison?" Lille looked up and said yearningly: "I think the conditions there are much better than mine now."

Hotel prison? ! !

A group of people turned their heads to look at Sean, and Sean showed a big smile, "You must have heard related reports before, about... half a month ago?"

"I, Sean Rockefeller, converted a hotel-style prison with its own beach, garden, gymnasium, and swimming pool. Simply put, it is an ultra-high-end community. As long as you don't leave the community, you can do whatever you want."

"You only need to pay a small fee." Sean stretched out his hand and gestured to count the money, "If you are punished by the law one day, you can come to me, and I will give you a 20% discount."

Everyone in Fidelity: "..."

Damn New Jersey!

Damn capitalists!

Damn the law!

Gan!

"Ahem, I'm sorry to bother everyone." Sol coughed lightly, and then he said after attracting everyone's attention: "I have to explain in advance that Mr. Lil Biedrins was once a heroic man. A fearless American soldier, he has made many contributions on the battlefield and received medals."

"He has made meritorious service for the United States, he has shed blood for the United States, and he is fighting for everyone in the United States!"

"After the war ended, Lear put down the gun in his hand and returned to a peaceful society." Saul seemed to be moved as he spoke, reaching out and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

However, Sean doubted that this guy was holding back his tears from laughter.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm so touched!" Sol calmed down before continuing, "But, something unfortunate happened."

"Due to his long-term experience in the war, Lille suffered from a very serious 'post-war traumatic stress disorder' after the war. This is a mental illness. When he is strongly stimulated, he will have violent tendencies and hallucinations."

"This point, the military can prove it, and the three authoritative hospitals in New Jersey can also prove it."

"Oh, by the way, I brought the relevant inspection report today." As he spoke, Sol took out a document with many chapters and put it on the table in the conference room.

The meeting room fell into an eerie silence.

A group of Fidelity executives looked extremely uncomfortable as if they had eaten a lump of hot shit.

I can fuck you!

Despicable, shameless, indecent, shameless...

All the obscene words appeared in their minds, but no one scolded them, but their faces were ashen.

Of course, they had no doubts about the authenticity of which medical examination report was on the table.

It's not difficult!

They can do it too.

Mental illness, a condition full of metaphysics.

Coincidentally, Lille really has a relatively serious 'post-war trauma syndrome', and Sean really didn't lie this time.

Shortly after retiring, Lille went to prison because of fighting problems. This post-war trauma syndrome was detected at that time.

At that time, X Security had not yet been established.

However, this is fine after Lear enters the semi-military organization X Security.

Well, usually I can vent, and occasionally I can come out to kill someone to relax or something.

This is also the reason why Lille was chosen to do this kind of thing. This guy has a very murderous aura. If Sean didn't stop him just now, he would really kill Phil.

Oh, this, Phil feels very clearly.

So, Phil didn't want to talk.

I hate those of you who want to kill people at every turn, without any technical content.

"By the way, Mr. Lear passed through a prison before. It was in Pennsylvania, and at that time, X security was not established."

"In view of this situation, my boss, Mr. Sean Rockefeller, out of charity considerations, and out of the feelings of comrades in arms, chose to provide a good living environment for Lear and many people with the same symptoms as Lear, To avoid unnecessary harm to them and to society."

"That's why X Security was established." Saul said, clenched his fist and waved it fiercely, "Mr. Sean is really a good man!"

"As expected of a member of the Rockefeller family, the blood of charity flows in his body!"

"This is what I should do!" Sean nodded with a smile, he felt a little blush, just a little bit, after all, what Saul said was true.

"Pfft, Kukukuku!" Lille couldn't hold back anymore, and covered his mouth and laughed.

"Why are you fucking laughing!" Sean turned his head and looked over with a dark face.

"Pfft, boss, I, Kuku, I think of happy things." Lear grinned and stretched out his hand to scratch his bald head.

"What a happy thing!" Sean gritted his teeth.

"I, yes, my cat has a baby." Lear said solemnly.

"Pfft!" Saul finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Why are you laughing!"

"My dog ​​has given birth too." Saul covered his face.

It's so unprofessional that I, a lawyer, laughed!

"Okay, everyone, we are negotiating, this is not acting!" The president of Fidelity couldn't stand it anymore.

Damn, there is no end to it, scare us a bunch of old men, right?

I tell you, we...

Scared!

Yes, I'm afraid.

"Mr. Xiao En, you are also a rich man with several hundred million assets, and your assets are ranked among the top 500 people in the world. You are like this..." The president of Fidelity spread his hands helplessly, "It is not in line with your ideal. Identity is also discrediting the surname Rockefeller."

"Stupid identity." Sean snorted, "Four years ago, I was still a bloody soldier, and I was fighting with people under the rain of bullets on the battlefield."

"Three years ago, I was serving plates at a fucking pizza place!"

"I lived like this until I got a call saying that my dad, whom I had never met, died!"

"That day I happily rushed to the back kitchen of the pizzeria to resign with the owner and chef, but unfortunately, I ran into a gang fire."

"The killer in Salamanga fired wildly at a gang leader in the pizza shop, firing more than 100 bullets, and everyone in the shop died."

"A stray bullet hit the back of my head." As he said, Sean patted the back of his head, "The bones were all broken."

"But I survived by luck and insisted on going to my father's funeral the next day."

"Now, it's only been two years, you tell me about your identity?"

"Ha!" Sean sneered, "Fuck you, everything about me is done with my life, it has nothing to do with my identity."

"I was almost shot to death a few months ago."

"Let identity go to hell!"

The people at Fidelity looked up to the sky and sighed deeply. The methods they used to deal with the second and third generations were no longer effective on Xiao En.

This made a group of people both helpless and frustrated.

"There are rules for everything. You can't do this. You can't go on with this kind of means." The face of the president of Fidelity was full of kindness.

He tried to persuade Sean to change his ways and get on the right path.

"Rules?" Sean shrugged, "I know the rules, and I haven't violated them. Aren't you still alive?"

The eyeballs of a few people almost popped out, what the hell is this called, what is it called not dead yet!

It's a bad rule to co-author until we die!

And that is the case.

When today's incident spread, no one would scold Xiao En for his bad manners, but would only laugh at the cowardice of these old men, who were frightened by a little guy who didn't even grow his hair.

Just treat them as a laughing stock.

It didn't happen to me, who would believe it?

Everyone still believes that art has no borders and sports has no borders!

The results of it?

Go to hell!

Still fucking believe that personal property is sacrosanct!

Go to hell!

As for intimidation?

Before something really happened, these were all normal business methods.

Which big company has not done intimidation?

It's just that the means and objects are somewhat different.

The group of people in Fidelity can't tell the pain, they really feel the threat personally.

What use do I want this rule!

"Okay, let's talk about business." The president of Fidelity straightened his mood and forced a smile.

"Want to talk now?" Sean felt very funny.

"Why didn't you talk to me directly before? Why did you come up like a blow to me?"

"Oh, didn't the severance scare me?"

"There's nothing I can do about it by other means?"

"So now you want to talk?"

"Now I don't want to talk anymore!"

"You guys provoked me first." Sean thumped the table a few times, "Now it's not something you can talk about if you want to."

"There is a sentence for you, you can decide when to start the war, but when it ends, I have the final say."

"Remember, you owe me once, and I will come to you when I need it. I hope you won't play tricks on me then."

After all, Sean stood up, turned around and walked out. When he reached the gate of the meeting room, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the few people and said, "I'm a man of rules. I will continue to buy technology and equipment. Just follow the market price, and I never take advantage of others.”

After the words fell, the door of the conference room was opened, and Sean swaggered out.

The door of the meeting room closed automatically with a 'bang', and a group of people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Phillips closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with a headache.

Damn bad luck.

"I didn't expect that this kid turned out to be that old-school style."

High EQ: Old School

Low EQ: Violent elements

Before the 1940s in the United States, or a little earlier, in the last century, none of those who could become big capitalists was a good person, and they all had a ruthless and decisive style of killing.

They speak the rules and at the same time they must retaliate.

In that lawless era, who could stand firm, and who did not advocate violence?

This is especially evident in Detroit and Chicago, the old industrial areas of the Great Lakes in the north.

Americans have a violent gene in their bones.

Even lobsters have two more pincers than others...

The Fidelity people could only watch Xiao En and his party walk away.

The United States has no precedent for rich people being imprisoned. Madoff is because he has no money after the bombing. What's more, it will be decades later, not to mention Epstein's little Lesbian.

If there is one, there are two, and capitalists will not allow this gate of hell to be pushed open.

It's like a political struggle, if you fail, you can enter the revolving door, be a consultant, be a lobbyist, and be active in the upper class.

Just as Xiao En and his party came out of the International Building, old David not far away received a call. Hearing the narration on the other end of the phone, old David couldn't help but gasped.

This guy really dared to hit the door! !

This was something old David didn't expect.

That is Fidelity United Trust, which is in charge of nearly 3 billion US dollars in assets, with tentacles all over the United States, not to mention Fidelity's head office standing behind Fidelity.

Behind the Fidelity head office is the Boston consortium!

The relationship between those big companies in the United States is intricate, which is one of the reasons why the patriarch of the dignified Rockefeller family has nothing to do with Fidelity Trust.

The resentment was so deep that I never forgot to complain about it in my autobiography decades later.

This kind of complaint from a big man standing at the top of the world really left a deep memory on him.

Therefore, David just dropped Sean in the past.

The young man, who started from nothing in two years, was so proud of himself that he didn't put the whole world in his eyes. From David's point of view, the journey was too smooth, and his opponents were all over the place. Too weak, so that Xiao En has not received severe beatings from the society, which is why he is acting defiantly now.

Let Xiao En bump into obstacles and go through some ups and downs. This is the love for the elders and the younger ones, and it will make your future go smoother. This is for your own good.

There is a good cry, I am for your own good!

Of course, throwing a hard bone at Fidelity and crippling the teeth of those guys is not bad.

It's just that David never expected that Sean was so impulsive that he went straight to the door, looking like he was going to kill the whole family.

this……

It's just too rude!

Moreover, I am afraid that Fuda will not let it go. Being beaten by Vietnam... Bah, if you don't return it, it is simply,

No more faces!

Little guy, there's trouble!

Just wait, when you suffer a loss, beg to come to his door, and help him mediate again.

Yes, David has a way to mediate for Sean.

Although he has a lot of grievances with Fidelity because of trust issues, he also has a lot of cooperation with Fidelity's head office, or the Rockefeller consortium and the Boston consortium.

Seek cooperation in struggle, and fight each other in cooperation.

Just like the Elephant Party and Donkey Party in the United States.

In fact, the relationship between the Rockefeller Consortium and the Boston Consortium is not bad. Back then, they supported Kennedy's leadership and won large defense orders for Rockefeller and the Boston Consortium.

Although he was killed in pain in the end...

Too capable.

Among the shareholders of many large American companies are the Rockefeller consortium and other consortia.

It may also be hostile to each other, and Rockefeller has shares in the two companies that are fighting each other.

It was a mess.

However, from the perspective of the top consortium, this is called diversification of venture capital. Both companies have my shares. No matter who eats the other in the end, they can occupy more markets, and I will be the winner in the end.

You may earn blood, but I will never lose money!

It's nothing more than spending a little more money when investing.

Things that money can solve are not things.

And the two companies that are rivals also understand and are willing to accept this situation, which can make the competition environment between the two companies more level, and compress it within the commercial scope, which is enough.

Take what you need.

Now, Sean is that kind of character in David's eyes.

Fighting against Fidelity, David can vent his anger.

If he loses the fight, it will sharpen Sean's temper and make it easier for him to finally control the evil dragon, Sean.

Although Sean's methods were worse than he expected.

No loss, no loss!

After hanging up the phone, David straightened his collar in a good mood, and told the secretary that he was going to the International Building.

The junior in the family did such a rude thing, as an elder, of course he had to rush to the scene as soon as possible, and laughed loudly... Bah, to express his kind condolences.

I, the patriarch of the Rockefeller family, who is 70 years old, can I do something like that to laugh at others?

Certainly not!

In a very happy mood, David asked the secretary to tidy up his clothes, leaning on his civilized stick, and walked towards the outside.

The Rockefeller family office is not tall, and it is inconspicuous hidden in the Rockefeller Center.

The building has only three floors above ground.

Waiting for the elevator in the corridor, as soon as the elevator arrived, David heard a shout from outside the building.

"Fifth Grandpa, Fifth Grandpa, grandson, I'm back!" Extended Lincoln stopped at the entrance of the Rockefeller family office, and Xiao En shouted with a smile to the empty first floor lobby of the family office as soon as he got off the car.

While shouting, Sean waved his hands enthusiastically, "Fifth Grandpa, why did you come down in person?"

Inside the car, Sol stretched his neck stupidly, he wanted to see what Rockefeller looked like in real life, but...

In the empty hall, there is no sign of Rockefeller.

So, Saul stared wide-eyed, looking in horror at the back of Sean who was walking towards the building with his arms outstretched.

Falk, this guy is playing!

On the third floor, David stood at the elevator door in a daze.

Tilting his head, he listened to the voice below.

This voice, is it Sean?

No, it's only been so cordial since we met once! ?

wrong!

Did I go down?

Looking left and right, the secretary and bodyguards around him also looked at him in bewilderment.

David's presbyopic eyes widened in an instant, his whole body was stiff, it was broken, it was a trick!

I'm behind the scenes!

Sean stood at the door of the family office waving his arms and yelling so loudly, the news would spread soon.

Such a big incident just happened over there, and I don't know how many people are watching every move here.

I just went to Fuda to play wild, and I ran back to see myself the first time, and the f*cking'grandson''grandson' called me so enthusiastically.

This must make people think that he ordered it!

After all, a mere Sean, if he didn't support him, how dare he!

Even if someone has doubts, can he stand up and deny it?

Do you deny that you didn't let that brat Sean hit the door?

Say you can't command Sean?

Or is Sean Rockefeller not from the Rockefeller family?

cannot!

Does the patriarch of the dignified Rockefeller family want to lose face? ?

Mare Falk, the little fox, has pulled himself into the pit!

He could have imagined that the kid in the back would inadvertently reveal that he ordered it...

No, not right!

Seeing the big white teeth bared, standing under the sun and smiling so brightly, old man David instantly denied what he had just thought.

This guy is so young and sunny, he will definitely say everywhere that everything is his own idea and has nothing to do with the Rockefeller family.

And the more he said that, the more people didn't believe it!

The more you take the responsibility on yourself, the more sure everyone is supporting you!

Shit!

But this guy is telling the truth.

But he could only keep silent.

Why can't I blame him!

But I still have to wipe his ass!

smashed!

smashed! !

Bah, disgusting!

The fourth brother Winthrop is such a straightforward person, how could there be such a treacherous and cunning offspring?

Unscientific!

Quickly entered the elevator to the first floor, stood at the door of the elevator, looked at the figure with a sunny smile on his face and striding forward with open arms, David Rockefeller was a little distracted.

In a daze, he seemed to see his youthful figure on Xiao En.

The same sunny and cheerful, the same broad friendship, the same handsome, the same tall...

Cough cough, this one is close.

Well, they also know how to pretend.

It's just that, back then, he was pretending to be harmless to humans and animals, but this kid was pretending to be impulsive and reckless.

Damn, whoever writes a report for himself deserves to die!

You call this impulsive and reckless! ?

Fire him tomorrow!

So, this guy...

Shaking his head, shaking this thought out of his mind, Sean had already walked in front of David.

With a big hug, the tall Sean and the short David directly embraced him and said loudly, "Grandpa, I'm back! Let Fidelity go to hell!"

"I'm going to vent my anger on you." Sean whispered the last sentence close to David's ear.

I...you little bastard!

Annoyed, David secretly rolled his eyes.

At this point in the matter, even if David is upset, he still has to cooperate with Sean to make a full set of tricks.

"Little guy, well done!" David smiled and patted Sean on the shoulder...

I don't know how to bend down on my own initiative, forget it, I can't reach it...

David gave a thumbs up

"That's right!" Sean replied unceremoniously.

He also praised his own wit today.

The two looked at each other with bright smiles on their faces.

old fox!

Little Fox!