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"Forest donates to various charities every year, but I always feel...this time is different. The Wells incident may make us pay a little more." Fox had a headache.

"How much?" Lei Hao wanted to know the appetite of these black brothers.

"Six figures for sure," Fox replied.

"The valuation of Forest is 24 million. If they donate 100,000, that means they can raise one Forest by visiting 240 institutions?" Lei Hao asked.

"No, the total amount we donated last year was only 100,000, covering all aspects." Fox looked at Lei Hao and said, "But it's different now."

What's different? A bright light suddenly flashed in Lei Hao's mind. Is there anything different about Forest? Not only has a Chinese boss been replaced, but also there are some clues about the stock market gains in the past few days. If anyone wants to know, there are still some channels to know.

On Wall Street, news is money.

Lei Hao was depressed. This thing was disgusting to begin with, but he didn't expect it to involve leaks and information traffickers.

"It's still the same truth. You can make as much money as you want. This is the United States." Lei Hao stretched out his hand and tapped the armrest of the office chair rhythmically with his knuckles, and the sound was accompanied by his thoughts.

"Reject him!" Lei Hao said decisively first.

Just a small, just and black charity organization wants to extend its hand? Not that easy.

If you give it once, will you give me the justice yellow or justice red next time? If not, I will give you one according to the procedure and ask you if you are afraid.

"OK." Fox nodded.

The words of rejection can only come from Lei Hao's mouth. This is what makes it difficult for Fox.

As for Justice Black and so on, Fox cannot make his own decisions, that is something Lei Hao needs to solve.

"Being treated as a soft persimmon." There was a hint of helplessness on Lei Hao's face. He knew very well that even if he gave up Forest's other businesses in the investment field, these bad things would still come to him.

Few people would dare to rob a cash transport truck, but Forest was like a child wandering around the bustling city holding a gold mountain. It would be strange not to be coveted.

"What special customers does Forest have?" Lei Hao looked at Fox and asked.

"We have several entrusted financial accounts, but the last incident caused some people to terminate cooperation. Now there are three left. It may not be enough to solve this matter, and... we have to pay money anyway. The only difference is To whom?" Fox spread his hands and asked.

Lei Hao was a little irritated. In China, he only had to be responsible for making money. Qiu Yuting, Luo Ziyang, Su Yiwen, Liu Xingdong and other people were protecting him. Even when facing Song Dongyuan, he dared to hold his neck hard because Lei Hao was there. Yangcheng has the foundation.

In the United States, Forest is wholly owned by LEI. What options does LEI have? Nothing, it is just an offshore registered institution with zero influence.

"Lei, I know some people and have some methods, but it will take some time and... cost." Fox hesitated and said.

"I can handle it." Lei Hao waved his hand. After Fox left the office, he took out his mobile phone and looked through some contact information. He hesitated whether to make a call, but finally suppressed it.

When she came to the United States, Qiu Yuting was naturally worried and gave some people's contact information. Su Yiwen, Luo Gaiting and others also had connections abroad and wanted to introduce them.

But in the relationship between people, there are two different treatments when you first arrive and when you have established yourself. The contact between Lei Hao and Taylor can lead to an exchange of interests. The acquisition of Forest gave Goldman Sachs the handling fee that should be paid. Find someone else. If so... there seems to be nothing to talk about.

It took three or four days to settle the preliminary matters of Forest. Lei Hao wanted to visit some people in these days, but he encountered such a troublesome thing.

The overtime work ended soon, and the flow of people in New York on Sunday was relatively sparse. At almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon, a group of dark-skinned guys rushed over in front of the office building where Forest was located. The number of people was more than a dozen, which was not large, but Just by looking at what they are holding, passers-by are interested in raising their phones to take photos.

"Moll, 20 dollars for two hours, damn, that's only 3 dollars more than the minimum wage." A middle-aged woman cursed in a low voice at Moore, who was walking in front.

"If it were Brooklyn or Queens, I would only have to pay $5, and now I have to provide you with a dinner," Merwin said with a smile, "And we are here for our fellow citizens, right?"

"Who cares?" said a thin black man next to him: "If I had a job, I wouldn't do this to you."

"This is a public welfare undertaking." Moore maintained a gentle smile. He was already familiar with this kind of thing and felt a little proud.

The Chinese on Wall Street are such suitable fat sheep. If someone hadn't given Moore some information, he really wouldn't have known how "weak" this rich man was. Moreover, many "big shots" have nothing to do with Forest.

As a result, Moore carried dog shit, pretended that if you don't pay, I will treat you like shit, and skillfully carried out his plan. As for being retaliated against... he didn't have a background.

As soon as Lei Hao finished processing the new documents delivered to the office, he saw from the window that the employees in the office area outside were whispering to each other. Just as his curiosity arose, the office door was pushed open. Li Yingfeng had a strange expression on his face and lowered his voice. He said in a loud voice: "Brother, someone is demonstrating downstairs in our company."

Lei Hao immediately showed an expression similar to Li Yingfeng's. For Chinese people, demonstrations are very rare, but as a target of demonstrations, how should you behave?

Curiosity, freshness, depression... these emotions should all exist.

Lei Hao opened the curtains with a swipe and looked at the scattered small square of more than a dozen people downstairs. Lei Hao was a little confused. This thing? Can be effective.

"You applied for the right to demonstrate so quickly?" Various thoughts flashed through Lei Hao's mind, and his face remained calm.

Others may think racial discrimination is serious, but Lei Hao doesn't take it seriously. He is just measuring what kind of losses this incident will cause and how many resources he needs to spend to make up for the losses.

"Lei." The office door was pushed open again, and Fox and Leo happened to rush over together.

"These damn guys, I was just discussing fundraising with them." Fox shook his head and said helplessly: "Black people are really cunning when it comes to money."

"Lei, don't underestimate them. This is just the beginning. If the trouble continues for a long time, we will be very passive." Leo could see the indifferent expression on Lei Hao's face and reminded: "They are threatening to make things worse." Big, noisy for a long time.”

"So?" Lei Hao hoped to hear constructive opinions: "Shall we compromise?"

"It's not about compromising, it's about finding partners for cooperation." Leo and Fox were on the same side at this time.