The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

The Mississippi River in the United States is the boundary between the eastern and western parts of the United States. The world-renowned western cowboys are bounded by this river. The originally rich eastern people began to adventure to the vast west. The western cowboys were the pioneers of adventure at that time.

Therefore, many of the rich ancestors in the west are descendants of those legendary cowboys. For example, there are still descendants of these people in some large consortiums.

Jack Jr. is a former cowboy fan as part of a Californian syndicate. They are deeply honored by the glory of their ancestors.

But in the face of the modern society of world development, there is no other way than to go to Africa. There is not much land in this world for them to take risks and develop.

So the pioneering spirit of adventure in the land becomes pioneering in the industry in business. It's just an obvious error in the direction the California consortium has pioneered over the years.

First, the banking industry was blocked by the Morgan consortium that controlled the First Bank, and even the voting rights were taken away. Naturally, the arms business in its own territory began to decline. The arms order in Little Jack's hand was taken away by the Eastern Consortium, which was just a microcosm of the decline of the entire consortium.

Therefore, he is not the only unlucky successor in the consortium in the past few years, there are several more unlucky than him. After all, now he has at least one chance to make a comeback, and those people can only live in a daze with the poor relief money given by the family, completely losing the qualification to snatch the inheritance right.

However, he clearly knows that his so-called comeback opportunity is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger, and he is still unable to take the initiative. Therefore, whether it is for the sake of his own future or to make himself safer, he has to add an insurance to himself, so he found Casto, who has been very forced recently.

Casto is one of the losers of the consortium who lost the successor of the consortium. He had been managing the consortium's oil business in the Middle East before. Since the consortium has gone from bad to worse in the US headquarters, not only financial and arms resources have been robbed by the old consortia in the east.

Some mineral resources and other valuable industries are also constantly being squeezed. Among them, the oil industry of the Middle East consortium is also one of the resources robbed by those old consortiums.

So Castor became the scapegoat, the shares of the oil company that could have brought considerable income to the consortium every year. Because the consortium has no way to give more support, it can only watch it being diluted by other competitors, and finally he, the former major shareholder, is swept out.

In fact, at least half of the responsibility for all this was borne by the consortium, but in the end it all fell on Casto's head. So the 46-year-old Castor was forced to retire early and receive relief money from the family foundation every month.

"Hey, isn't this our little Jack? I heard that you were going to be as unlucky as me, but you suddenly got another life because of investing in an IT company. You are a lucky guy." In a dimly lit bar .

The strippers on the stage took off their clothes one by one amidst all kinds of whistles and vulgar curses. Casto was already half drunk, and a few nightclub girls with heavy makeup were sitting beside him, trying to find a way Take the last bill from his pocket.

"Find a place to talk, I think you need a sum of money." Little Jack frowned and looked at Casto.

At the same time, the eyes in his eyes are a bit complicated. It seems that if it is not because his career has encountered a turning point, the current situation of Casto, who is eating and waiting to die, is his own result.

"You're right. I need a sum of money. The family's relief fund is not enough for me to open a few houses." Casto raised his neck and drank a glass of wine.

Open your arms as much as you can, trying to hug the six or seven nightclub girls on the deck. The prices of nightclub girls also vary. If all these women are taken away, the little family relief fund he receives every month is not enough.

Even that money is not enough for him to open a bottle of the best wine in this nightclub. You must know that he used to drink those wines casually, and even slept with these women to open wine. Money.

After trying a few times, Casto, who likes tall women, couldn't hold all six or seven women in his arms, so he could only touch one of them. It seemed that he was stingy and wanted to get back all the money he had spent on opening drinks, and then followed Jack to the outside of the nightclub staggeringly.

The nightclub girls are very knowledgeable, and they say flattering words and hope that Castor will come back tomorrow. But no one went up to tease Little Jack who was obviously richer standing next to him.

Because the frowning little Jack knew at a glance that he was not here to play, and the tall and mighty bodyguards standing behind him made these nightclub girls shy away from Little Jack, and there was no obvious hint that they dared not go forward of.

"Need to find a place for you to sober up?" Little Jack frowned and looked at Casto.

"The body is a little out of control, but the head is still awake." Casto, who was shaking and unsteady, pointed to his forehead.

Little Jack got into the car without any nonsense, and when Casto followed him to the back row, a smell of alcohol hit his face, which made him frown again.

But he didn't say anything more, he patted the closed front seat and opened a window, and handed over a folder.

Little Jack patted the folder of results in Kesto's arms, "After signing this document, you can receive 100,000 US dollars of living expenses from me every month in the future."

"Can I only get 100,000 dollars?" Casto didn't intend to look at the documents at all, and seemed a little proud that he could still be sold now. After all, with a price tag of 100,000 a month, you can even talk about Hollywood female stars. Not to mention $100,000 a month.

He doesn't think that he, who is now down and out, is worth as much as those actresses in Hollywood. After all, at least someone in the latter paid to sleep, and he had to pay for sleeping with a woman.

"Don't be too greedy, this money is not a small amount for you, at least not now." Little Jack frowned.

"That's right, before you came, I didn't know that I was still so valuable. But since you found me instead of a few other unlucky ghosts, it is obvious that my use value should be more than what you gave." Casto He shook the folder in his hand.

Although at this time his face was flushed and he was obviously still drunk, but his eyes were no longer intoxicated and very bright. Coupled with the well-trimmed mustache on the face even though it is decadent, and the obvious scar on the forehead. His whole body became different from the decadent drunk just now.

"My purpose is the inheritance of the consortium, so if this matter is done well, you can take care of some properties for me in the future." Little Jack looked at Casto and said.

To be honest, facing one of his biggest opponents in the inheritance of the consortium, he still feels quite complicated when he sees the now decadent Castor.

But it's complicated, he doesn't have the attributes of a virgin whore. The only reason to find Casto is because this person does have real skills in some business fields and is a talent.

But this former opponent will be positioned as a talent that he can use in the future. As for inheriting the inheritance rights of the consortium with him, this man will never have another chance in this life, at least he will not give the other party such a chance.

"I won't read the file, but can you tell me what it's about?" Castor shook the folder in his hand again.

It's like Little Jack knew him, so he came to him at this time and made an offer. For his former competitor, Casto, he also understands the opponent's character.

So after Little Jack said to help him take care of some industries in the future, Casto knew that this was all the benefits he could get, no matter how many little Jacks there were, he would change people decisively, and he even got 100,000 US dollars a month There is no eligibility for living expenses.

Working for his former competitor, he was trampled on the head in vain. Castor's heart is undoubtedly unacceptable, but the current situation has left him without too many choices.

For example, if he still wants to live a stable life and let his children receive higher education, he must accept the conditions of Little Jack.

Because once your child is taken over by the family to raise and educate, then the child will become a tool for family marriage in the future, which is an inescapable fate.

"Some things related to the signatures and secret political donations of the responsible persons who I couldn't account for before." Little Jack said flatly.

"It's okay for me to take responsibility for the money you swallowed. Anyway, I'm already a muddy mess. Even if the consortium finds out, they will kill me at most. But what do you mean by secret political donations?

The person you want to support and the person supported by the consortium are not the same person, so are you going to do it secretly? Or do you feel that the consortium can't tolerate you now and decide to go it alone, and are you not afraid that I will inform you? There will be no shortage of rewards for such a major event consortium. "

"No matter how much the reward is, you can't get back the position of the heir of the consortium, unless you can get back the voting rights of the family financial industry bank, or you make Microsoft completely the cash cow of the consortium. More importantly."

Little Jack turned sideways and looked at Casto calmly, "Even if you punished me by the whistleblower consortium, I still have the ability to kill you and everyone related to you. But you can't do anything to me. Sample."

Casto looked at Little Jack and the two of them looking at each other, and finally Casto reached out and rubbed his face vigorously, "You are right, I really can't do anything about it, and you can kill me at any time. So... Boss , what else do I need to do besides signing this document?"

"Helping me with some shady funds and acting as a liaison between any presidential candidate and me. If the candidate wins in the end, everything is naturally my first priority. If it fails."

"Understood, as an heir who was abandoned by the family. Having completely lost my future, I felt revenge, so I secretly contacted some enemies who were at odds with the consortium and obtained funds from them.

Not only did he clearly stand up against the consortium on the presidential candidate. He also helps those enemies deal with his own consortium. He is a traitor who eats inside and outside, right?

But our current president just started re-election last year, and the term of this term will end in 2009. Are you sure you still have such a long time to wait? "

"So what you do next is to pave the way for this matter, such as turning some members of the House of Representatives and even the Senate into our people."

"It will cost a lot of money." Casto whistled.

"Don't worry, someone will pay for this matter, and you can get some unexpected help."