America's Big Hero

When a car accident happens, usually when this happens, someone will stop to help.

Moreover, what's interesting is that almost all the people who help are white people, and seventy-eight out of ten of these white people are racists.

They will go to the scene, help treat the injured, call an ambulance, or help the injured to the hospital.

And most of those black people who shout about human rights and being discriminated against all day long will also come down...

Come down and 'pick up' some valuables from the wounded.

"I, I, I can hear." At this moment, Bell Harris slowed down a little and said reluctantly.

"Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

"Huh, huh, huh." Bell Harris gasped for breath a few times. Apart from the pain in his chest, he didn't seem to have any discomfort.

Reaching out to press the seat belt, Bell Harris was about to get out of the car, but the moment his legs hit the ground, he felt a little weak, and he staggered to stabilize his body.

"No, it's okay, I'm fine, thank you." Bell Harris held the car door, smiled gratefully at the helpful people, and looked up and down the scene.

The big truck that hit him behind him stopped six or seven meters away, half of the front of the car hit the sidewalk next to him, a street light was knocked crooked, and there was a long brake mark behind it.

In front was a car that was knocked out by his own car, and the people in the car had already got off.

After a closer look, although the scene was a mess, it seemed that no one was seriously injured. The truck driver who hit him also got out of the car.

It didn't take long for the police and ambulance to arrive.

After taking photos and briefly asking about the situation at the scene, they were taken away by ambulance.

Nothing to investigate, clearly, an accidental crash caused by a tired truck driver.

Fortunately no one was injured.

The follow-up problems will naturally be handled by the insurance company. After some inspections, Bell Harris came out of the hospital without any injuries.

Standing at the gate of the hospital, Bell Harris let out a long breath, narrowly escaped death!

He didn't inform his wife, and he wasn't injured anyway, so I'll talk about it when I go back, and the provincial wife is worried.

He is a good husband.

As soon as he reached out to take a taxi, Bell Harris heard the phone ringing, picked up the mobile phone to connect, and immediately heard a burst of panic crying, "Honey, a robber broke into the house just now, I'm so scared. "

"What!!" Bell Harris exclaimed, "Wait for me, I'll pass right away!"

Beckon, take a taxi.

After that, he picked up the phone and dialed again, "Catherine, it's me, I had a car accident on the road just now, it's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I'm fine, it's just that the car crashed."

"Yes, yes, yes, I will have an examination at the hospital, and then I will go to the police station to make a record."

"Don't worry, it's okay, don't worry, I'm fine, you and the children can eat first, don't wait."

"Okay, that's it, I love you." Bell Harris let out a long breath after hanging up the phone.

He's a good husband and can't make his wife worry, yes.

Take out $20 and throw it to the black driver, "Hurry up, go to this address!"

The black boy turned his head and showed his big white teeth, "Okay, sir."

Chapter 210: Who is behind the scenes

The little black brother drove fast.

Not long after, the car arrived in front of a villa.

There were several policemen in front of the villa, and a woman with big brown curly hair was standing at the door talking.

This is Alisa's home, um, more specifically, it was bought for Alisa by Bell Harris...

"Bell!" Seeing that Bell had arrived, Alisa immediately ran over and threw herself into his arms.

Bell Harris hugged Alisa, stroked her back gently, and whispered comfort in her ear.

As the vice president of a large steel company, high-income group, wouldn't it be reasonable to have a lover?

Alisa's figure and appearance are much better than Catherine's, um, she is also much younger.

Of course, Bell Harris still loves his wife.

He just made a mistake that all men in the world make.

After comforting Alisa for a while, Bell Harris chatted with the police officers present.

"It should be a habitual offender. His actions were very neat. He was only threatening and did not hurt anyone." The police explained their thoughts.

"We will investigate as soon as possible."

"I will inform you of any news."

The police left, and Bell Harris took Alisa into the villa.

The villa was not in chaos. After the robbers rushed in, they used guns to force Alisa to find out the valuables, and fled immediately after getting them. They did not do anything to harm Alisa.

Bell Harris heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the last thing he wanted to see did not happen.

Dragging his tired body, Bell Harris comforted Alisa until an hour later...

Bell Harris left even more weary.

There are still people waiting at home, so it's hard not to go back today.

Ouch, man, so tired.

Can't drive Alisa's car. Fortunately, Bell left the phone number of the black driver just now.

This is the case in the United States. It is not a bustling urban area, so you have to call in advance to take a taxi.

However, before the black brother's car came, a car stopped in front of Bell Harris.

The car window was rolled down, and a man poked his head out and said with a smile, "Mr. Bell, get in the car."

"Who are you?" Bell Harris took a closer look, and he was sure he didn't know him.

And just as I was about to take a taxi, someone drove over, isn't it a coincidence?

"Heh, it doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that someone wants to see you." The person who came was not in a hurry, and continued to say with a smile.

"Anyone who wants to see me, why don't you come by yourself." Bell Harris took two steps back vigilantly.

"I have already greeted you twice." The man in the car continued to say with a smile.

Bell Harris seemed to understand something, his pupils shrank suddenly, his hair exploded, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, he turned his head and glanced at the villa behind him and then at the person in front of him, "Fack, you guys Crazy, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the faces of the people in the car slowly turning cold, and Bell Harris suppressed all his angry words.

"Go, or don't go!" The person in the car said coldly: "Mare Fake, I can't have a good talk with you, can I?"

Bell Harris opened his mouth, and big drops of sweat protruded from his forehead. He really didn't want to go, he was really scared, these people almost ran over him to death just now.

However, he really dare not refuse now.

The footsteps seemed to be filled with lead, moving towards the car door little by little, and the person in the car cursed impatiently: "Immediately, immediately!"

Bell Harris trembled, quickened his pace, opened the car door and sat on it.

The car left in a hurry. Not long after, the little black brother drove here but didn't see anyone. He stared at his big black and white eyes and cursed a few words loudly.

……

"Here, get off."

Bell Harris was taken onto the road, and a long-range Lincoln was parked by the side of the road.

The car door was opened, and someone pushed behind him. Bell Harris staggered into the car, looked up and saw Sean whom he had just met in the morning.

"You, it's you!" Bell Harris widened his eyes and looked at Sean in disbelief, "How could it be you!"

He had a lot of people on his mind, but never Sean.

This is the Rockefeller family!

How can you do such a thing that threatens other people's lives?

This method is too low, too rough, only those drug criminals and gangsters can do it!

"I didn't expect that!" Sean frowned, and said thoughtfully: "So, in fact, you didn't even know about my situation before rashly doing what I did today."

"You, you, me, I will definitely report to the Trust Committee, I will sue you!" Bell Harris shouted through gritted teeth.

Normally, there is nothing wrong with this approach.

"Heh, heh, sue me?" Sean was amused by this guy.

"What are you suing me? You can't sue me for anything. A car accident? It's just fatigue driving. There's nothing but some economic losses. The driver is at the police station. Robbery? The robbers haven't been found yet, so what does it have to do with me?"

"If you can say such naive words, your more than 40 years are simply wasted."

Sean shook his head, looking very disappointed.

"I, I..." Bell Harris opened his mouth, unable to refute for a while.

"Okay, don't waste time, what did I ask, what did you say, who asked you to make this kind of quotation." Sean's face turned cold, and the air in the car instantly suppressed.

Bell Harris swallowed involuntarily, "This, this is a normal offer."

"But, that's for the outside world, not for me, Sean Rockefeller!"

Being stared at by Sean, Bell Harris felt his heart beating crazily. He really didn't expect that there would be such a person in the Rockefeller family, which has always been elegant and appeared in front of the public with a charitable image.

Thinking about what he had just experienced, he cursed the person who gave him the order in his heart, and said quickly, "The Rockefeller Family Fund Trusteeship Committee."

"They!?" Sean frowned. He really knew this. Before John Rockefeller strangled to death, he made two trusteeships.

The trustee of the 1934 Trust is Chase National Bank.

The trustee of the 1952 letter was Fidelity United Trust, which was later acquired by Wachovia Bank.

The form of these two trusts is an irrevocable trust, which means that the trust agreement cannot be changed or terminated unless the beneficiaries agree.

And the beneficiaries of these two trusts are all the fourth generation of the family, that is, the generation of Xiao En's cheap father.

At present, some of the beneficiaries of the trust have passed to the fifth generation, and Hayden has a part.

A large part of the stocks of the steel company that Sean came to this time are assets managed by Fidelity United Trust.

However, what Xiao En couldn't figure out was that he didn't have any conflict with the other party, so why should he trip him up?

If you don't understand, ask!

Chapter 211: Our factory needs talents like you

"Fidelity United Trust is only responsible to the beneficiaries, and is not controlled by the Rockefeller family office. Mr. David has no control over this." Bell Harris said in a low voice: "Well, normally it is out of control."

Sean:? ? ?

Sean has never cared about these family affairs, so he doesn't know about it.

In fact, in later generations, David Rockefeller once complained about the powerful power of the trust committee in his autobiography. When dealing with matters related to Rockefeller Group Co., Ltd., the trust committee bypassed the company's board of directors and directly conveyed instructions to management and got implemented.

This kind of thing is not uncommon.

For example, Elvis Presley, one of his assets is in the hands of the trust organization, and it is useless for his daughter to sue the trust organization several times.

Those professional managers who have obtained asset management authority will not honestly and seriously manage it for you. It is normal to try their best to seek personal gain from it.

In this regard, even the descendants who inherited these assets have nothing to do.

For the money in their hands, even when facing the Rockefellers, those greedy guys would not let go.

They will take advantage of some loopholes, even if it is to provoke the relationship between the beneficiaries, and use all means to achieve their goals.

This is what happened to the Rockefellers.

Among them, Chase National Bank, the trustee of the trust in 1934, was 'annexed' by the Manhattan Bank managed by David Rockefeller in 1955.

After the annexation, it became 'Chase Manhattan Bank' and became one of the largest banks in the United States. David Rockefeller also became the deputy general manager of Chase Manhattan Bank and was in charge of the bank's development department.

As for why it is not called 'Manhattan Chase Bank' after the merger, why is David not the general manager or chairman...

Doesn't it sound nice to say that... Well, that's it.

The same thing, different people, from different angles, it sounds completely different.