Casting spells

However, the major shareholders of these companies still have deep influence in all aspects of the entire country, and can throw more than [-]% of Internet companies with a market price of more than [-] million yuan out of dozens of streets.

After all, steel is the pillar of a country and the foundation of military and material technology. As long as the brains of US government officials are not collectively exhausted, they will never allow their own steel industry to close down or go bankrupt.

In the same way, if a person is only rich, he will never be accepted by the upper class of the United States, and he may encounter all kinds of difficulties, fraud, and even kidnapping and extortion.

In the eyes of capitalists, such a guy is a fattened pig, who deserves to be torn into pieces and devoured.

To some extent, Elizabeth, who owns more than 3000 million yuan and close to [-] yuan in property, is now a very fat lamb.

Since inheriting Catherine's estate, there have been more than forty cases of door-to-door or telephone sales of financial planning and investment projects with a lot of traps.

Fortunately, she herself has seen the dangers of human nature long ago, and would rather put her money in the bank than invest in things she is not familiar with.

With a happy mood, the girl parked the sports car directly at the gate of the school, jumped off and shouted at the black young man at the door of a dilapidated car repair shop opposite: "Jefferson! Take care of the car for me! Remember, I'm back If you lose a tire while you're at it, you're in big trouble."

"Shet! You...you are Elizabeth?!" The black youth called Jefferson opened his mouth in surprise.

"That's right! Dude! I'm back again! How are you, happy to see me?" Elizabeth tossed her cascading blond hair.

"God! Is it really you? Why did you come back? Didn't you inherit a large inheritance and live a good life?" Jefferson asked enthusiastically.

"No reason! I suddenly found that I don't get along with those bitches in the Upper East Side, and the little sluts in St. Jonas High School are more in tune." After finishing speaking, Elizabeth took out a bulging envelope and stuffed it into the other party's hand.

Jefferson opened it subconsciously and took a look, and found that it was a thick stack of quarrels at the edge, at least six or seven thousand, so he hurriedly hid it in fright, and exclaimed nervously: "Damn it! Why did you give me so much money? I Guaranteed, if anyone on this street finds out that I have six or seven thousand dollars on me, they will probably be shot within ten steps."

"Shh! If we don't tell, who would know? What's more, you have helped teach a lot of scumbags who tried to mess with me over the years. Now that I have money, I must repay it." The girl Laughing, he hit the black youth on the chest with his fist.

"Hahahaha! Alright! It seems that you are really developed! Don't worry, I guarantee that no one will dare to move your car here." The latter laughed happily.

Perhaps for the rich, six or seven thousand dollars may not be enough to buy a bottle of slightly better red wine, but for the poor living at the bottom, it is almost the sum of all their income without eating or drinking for several months.

Just when Elizabeth was about to say where, a fat girl with a rather strong figure stopped suddenly, her eyes widened and she screamed piercingly: "Ah!!!!!! God! Elizabeth! My Good sister! Are you back?"

"Hey! Yes! Camilla! I'm back! Come on, give your best sister a hug."

"Of course!"

Without saying a word, Camilla opened her arms and gave Elizabeth a warm bear hug. She even used her amazing strength to lift her friend up high to express her inner excitement.

After the hug, she noticed the exquisite sports car parked by the side of the road, and asked excitedly: "So the rumors are true? You inherited a large inheritance? Now you are an out-and-out rich man? "

"Hmm! It can only be regarded as a small fortune, at least it can't compare with my boyfriend. You know? Just before Christmas, someone gave him a luxury villa on Long Island worth tens of millions of dollars." Elizabeth's story Tsukuru inadvertently revealed a little information about his residence.

"what?!"

"Shet! I love you bloody rich people!"

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The three chatting and laughing young people didn't realize at all that there were two pairs of eyes staring at them not far away.

One of them is Zhang Cheng himself, and the other is Jesse Livermore.

Chapter 591 Hope and Pure Land

"Boss, are you a little overprotective?" Jesse asked without looking back while sitting in the cab eating a hot dog from a roadside stall.

"Overprotective? Why do you have such an idea?" Zhang Cheng asked with a half-smile.

"Isn't it? You know that Elizabeth just changed to a public school with a slightly worse environment, so you came here to take a look. I guess my parents didn't care about me so much when I was in school." Jessie looked envious and jealous. explained.

Through the rearview mirror, Zhang Cheng saw the expression on the nervous girl's face, smiled lightly and waved his hands: "No, of course not. Do you think I'm protecting Elizabeth? In fact, I'm just protecting the last thing in my heart." A piece of pure land.

do you know?From a psychological point of view, the more a person lacks something, the more he will desire something.

Just like a mafia boss, what he desires most is usually not to kill his competitors and dominate where he is.

What they really want is an ordinary life without worrying about whether they will be killed by others all day long, or a simple love mixed with any money, power and threats.

The reason is very simple, not to say how rare and precious ordinary life and beautiful and pure love are, but to gang members whose hands are already stained with blood, that is the last hope and pure land in their hearts.

Think about it, how many vicious drug lords and gangster bosses in the world have a carefully cared for family, or a beloved lover or relative behind them?

Remember, Jesse, there are almost three types of motivation that support people to live. The first type is ambition and desire, the second type is the hope and spiritual sustenance I just mentioned, and the third type is intense hatred.

I don't want to become a monster who only relies on the first and third motivations to live one day. Such a life is too sad. "

Jesse Livermore swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded thoughtfully: "I seem to understand a little bit. Elizabeth has something you desire but can never get, so protecting her is protecting her." The pure land and hope in my heart?"

"That's right! Could it be that you want to see me fall completely into darkness and become a lunatic without scruples?" Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed a gloomy, bloodthirsty and crazy light.

"No! Not at all!" Jesse undoubtedly noticed this, and shivered subconsciously.

You must know that the crazy cleansing in the past two weeks has already made her feel that many people are full of strong bloody smell. If it is like this all day long, it may not take long for her to have a nervous breakdown.

As sociologists have said, although the world is dark, politics is dirty, and human nature is ugly, human beings always need a little light and hope to support themselves to live, even if this light and hope are false, was forged.

"Okay, let's go, since Elizabeth has the ability to protect herself, we don't need to stay and waste time. Go to the outskirts of New York, my nominal mother is still waiting for me at the construction site." Said Forget it, Zhang Cheng picked up the phone and shook the address in the text message.

"OK! I promise I'll be there in an hour at most." Without saying a word, Jesse stepped on the gas pedal and drove straight towards the highway.

After all, the traffic in New York is notoriously congested, especially during the rush hour, where it is common to be stuck for two to three hours. Only the highway situation is slightly better.

Fortunately, Christmas is just over and many people are still on their annual leave, so there is not enough traffic to make people uncomfortable.

In about 478 minutes, the two tough off-road vehicles finally parked beside a busy construction site.

I saw a place the size of two standard stadiums, a large number of cranes and excavators were digging the foundation rapidly, even the hard frozen soil in winter could not resist the power of the machinery.

It's just that there is one very suspicious thing, that is, when digging the foundation, a steel column engraved with strange symbols will be smashed in at intervals.

What I knew was that a large-scale fully enclosed plant cultivation center was going to be built here, but what I didn't know thought that there was going to be some kind of weird artistic building.

Hearing the loud noise from the machine, Zhang Cheng pushed the door open and walked down.

Before he could take a few steps, Zhang Zhi, who had been waiting for a long time, walked over with a Latino man who looked to be in his 50s and wore a hard hat, and asked with a smile, "How was your Christmas? "

"It's not bad! Except for the bad weather in New York, everything else is fine." Zhang Cheng pretended to be indifferent and spread his hands.

Ever since he learned that the seemingly shrewd and capable mother in front of him was hiding such a terrible desire for control, he subconsciously forced himself to be more vigilant.

"Really? I thought you were not satisfied with the Christmas present I gave you." Zhang Zhi teased meaningfully.

Zhang Cheng hurriedly responded with a smile: "How could that be! In my eyes, the original 20.00% five shares is the best Christmas gift."

"Just understand." Upon hearing this, the strong mother had a look of satisfaction on her face. "Come on, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Martin, who is in charge of the construction. He has a lot of construction issues that he wants to discuss with you face to face. After all, you have made many strange requests."

"Hello! Mr. Zhang." The Mexican in his 50s offered his right hand.