Reborn American Giants

Victor looked at the background investigation report in his hand, and occasionally looked up at Nathan Miller sitting in front of him. It was difficult to associate the suit-wearing White House counsel in the document with the unshaven, unkempt man in front of him.

.

Coming from an ordinary family in California, his parents have no special background, and being able to climb into the White House Counsel's Advisory Group through his own efforts made Victor feel quite powerful.

It's a pity that President Carter's political Waterloo completely ruined the life prospects of Nathan and others. If nothing else happens, he is probably already dead in the American legal profession.

type.

But who can say for sure!

Victor closed the document in his hand, "Mr. Nathan, Dorio told me that you are a very capable lawyer. Your talent has been completely buried in that small place in Brooklyn. What do you think?"

Nathan seemed a little embarrassed when facing this problem, and told Mr. Jose in front of him that Dorio was right, he was a bald eagle who should spread his wings and fly high, instead of an old hen catching bugs in the mud. Brooke

Lin's dirty and narrow "utility room" could not accommodate his ambitions at all!

Wouldn't it seem too arrogant to say this, especially now, when Nathan needs this care? He has absolutely no understanding of Victor who appears in front of him and can decide his final fate. The asymmetry of information between the two parties has caused Nathan to

His tongue, which usually seemed to be oiled, didn't know how to stir it in order to impress the person sitting on the office chair in front of him.

He had already recalled who Rondorio was. They met in a simple traffic accident. Nathan took over the case and easily settled the case for Dolio. In Nathan's heart,

It was just an ordinary traffic accident. The big thing was that the fire pumps at a few intersections were damaged. Spending money was enough to solve the problem. The prisons in the United States are already overcrowded. Judges will usually let it go lightly for small things like this.

Pass.

Nathan had forgotten, but Dorio had not forgotten that those in his line of work must always pay attention to the people around him. He quickly sent someone to investigate all of Nathan's information, which was what Victor had in his hands at this moment.

He is holding it and waiting for the day when he needs to use it, which is now.

Facing Victor's very direct question, Nathan seemed a little hesitant. He thought for a moment and then said carefully: "Mr. Jose, I can only tell you this, I will do my best to protect your legal rights and interests from being violated."

Infringement."

"Haha, I like your calmness. Every word and deed is carefully considered before speaking. This is good. I like it. Nathan, can I call you this?"

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

"Come, come here," Victor stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window and waved to Nathan. Looking down from the 82nd floor, all the people in suits and ties in a hurry were like dense ants, and the cars were like matchboxes.

The same flow continues, "What do you see when you look over here?"

"Rockefeller Building..."

“Stay far away”

"Central Park?"

"Far away..."

"Hudson River..."

"So Mr. Nathan, do you know what I saw?" Victor asked with a chuckle.

"Want to hear the details."

"I saw the rise of Wall Street. It is taking root on this planet with an unrivaled force, desperately absorbing nutrients called "capital", and growing vigorously, eventually swallowing everyone... countries, organizations, and...

No matter what kind of doctrines or ideas, they are unstoppable in front of this monster."

Turning his head, Victor looked at Nathan with a half-smile, "And all of this was made possible by you Americans..."

"Wow...oh," Nathan didn't know how to answer. He could only sigh with a slightly exaggerated expression. His slightly rational thinking was still unable to understand the profound meaning revealed in Victor's words.

"Well, Mr. Nathan, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you. I will leave all the legal issues related to Green Bay Energy's business activities in the United States to you to solve," Victor stretched out his right hand to Nathan.

Hold it tightly.

"Mr. Jose, thank you for your trust. It's a pleasure to work with you."

"Don't you ask first how the treatment is?"

"No, Mr. Jose, I believe you will give me considerable treatment." Nathan said. The reason why he did not talk about the treatment issue was not because he really believed in Victor as he said, but now

He really had no choice. If Victor didn't show up today, he would have to sleep on the street or in an aid station tomorrow.

"Well, let us all wait and see."

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When Victor walked around from the Bank of New York headquarters and approached the Texaco headquarters at 47 Waffle Street, he saw that the originally spacious lobby entrance on the first floor was surrounded by hundreds of reporters with guns and cannons.

Security guards and police in some buildings are working hard to maintain order.

They pulled up the security tape and pushed out the two reporters who tried to sneak into the building. The two reporters who were pushed out by the burly security guards held up their collars and kept shouting, "We are reporters, you can't stop us."

Our interview.”

It was ridiculous to talk about constitutional rights with the arrogant security guard. Not only did the surrounding media colleagues not share the same hatred, but they also raised their cameras to capture the embarrassing appearance of these two unlucky guys. There were several reporters who were familiar with each other.

He also laughed loudly: "Bob, Carl, you two really look like Little Red Riding Hood under the Big Bad Wolf, haha."

"Ah, put me down quickly, oh, come on..." one of them shouted in a hoarse voice, causing even louder laughter.

"It's really damn..." The two people who were laughed at thumped the turf on the ground angrily, cursed a few words and stood up.

…………

There must be an interview car from the TV station next to him. A host hurriedly adjusted his makeup and started reporting to the camera not far away from Victor.

"Hi, hello viewers, my name is Allen, and I'm reporting for you right now outside the Texaco headquarters at 47 Waffle Street.

As we all know, Texaco and Penzel were in a turmoil over the acquisition of Getty Petroleum Company, and a record high enterprise-level compensation amount of US$28 billion was set.

Now it seems that after the chairman of Penzer Company, Hof Lidke, announced last week that he had filed a lawsuit in the federal court, Texaco has also frequently taken measures to respond.

At this moment, in the building in front of you, Deputy Secretary James Schleant from the Department of Energy, Special Advisor Bill Richardson of the Department of Commerce and others are conducting emergency consultations with Texaco's board of directors...

It seems that the takeover turmoil between these three energy companies has attracted the attention of the White House. The arrival of Deputy Secretary James and Dr. Bill Richardson should be what our president needs to know about everything that is happening here.

Let's look forward to further developments. I'm Alan reporting for you from Wall Street Live..."

Victor didn't know how the previous Texaco company got through this difficulty, because it announced a merger with Chevron in 2001 to form "Chevron-Texaco Company" and announced a name change in 2005.

for "Chevron Corporation".

Texaco, which once represented the second-largest energy company in the United States, disappeared, and more details have long been buried under a thick layer of dust.

Victor is not a scholar, and he will not delve into these matters. Anyway, he just needs to know that Texaco has been having a difficult time.

Victor led everyone into the headquarters of this energy giant, which represents the second largest energy giant in the United States, located on Wall Street.