America's Big Hero

Sean doesn't know these things.

I didn't understand the key until I heard what Bell Harris said.

Sean fell into deep thought, and there was a dead silence in the car. Bell Harris only felt his heart beat faster and became more and more nervous.

What is the idea of ​​the old man David?

Sean couldn't believe that this kind of technology was only available in the steel plant managed by Fidelity United Trust Company.

The old man David's idea of ​​embarrassing himself was immediately rejected by him.

Could it be that you want to create a conflict with Fidelity?

Take revenge on Fidelity with your own hands?

For a moment, Sean couldn't figure out what the old fox was planning!

However, Sean snorted, these second and third generations, their style of doing things is too 'weak'.

Consider gains and losses, consider influence, consider image... Even if you become the patriarch of the family, you also have to consider the opinions of other people in the family. The methods of doing things have always been feminine.

However, the first generation of founders often used much more brutal methods.

This is the case in all dynasties. When Zhu Yuanzhang was the emperor, whenever there were opponents, the word "kill" was used, and whenever there was corruption, the word "kill" was used!

When it came to the emperors of later generations, they were bullied by the people below, as if they were being pissed off.

Of course, Zhu Di was an exception. In fact, this guy can be regarded as the pioneer.

If it was Sean's own, even if the trust was only a small part of the family business, if he dared to go against Lao Tzu, Sean would not care so much and just send it all away.

He will not slowly disintegrate and regain control over decades like David.

it has to be now...

Sean slowly raised his head and showed a warm smile, and suddenly changed his face, which made Bell Harris tremble.

"Don't be afraid, I, Sean, am not a bad person!"

The corners of Bell Harris' mouth twitched, and his face turned even paler.

"As for me, I plan to open a steel factory in New Jersey, which uses electric furnaces to smelt scrap steel. Now, apart from the land, the steel factory doesn't even have a blueprint for the factory building."

"Blank!"

"I need a manager who is really knowledgeable, from recruiting personnel to designing the plant, from construction to production, to help me build this steel plant from scratch."

"I'm very optimistic about you!" As he said, Sean slapped Bell Harris heavily on the shoulder.

Bell Harris' body softened, and he was completely stunned. He never expected Sean to say such a thing.

This, the turning point... He couldn't accept it at all for a while.

"I, I, I..."

"Don't rush to promise me, go back and think about it!" Sean didn't give him a chance to refuse, and patted him on the shoulder again.

Bell Harris stared at Sean with wide eyes, when the hell did I agree?

"That's it for today, Torrey, drive and take Mr. Bell home!" Sean yelled loudly, and the car started immediately.

Bell Harris: 0ДQ

Is this Mr. Bell?

Along the way, Sean seemed very kind. When he arrived at the door of Bell Harris' house, Sean pushed open the car door himself, "That's all for today. You can get to know me better tomorrow. See you the day after tomorrow."

Bell Harris just watched the lengthened Lincoln walk away, a man in a mess in the night.

You tell me this is from the Rockefeller family?

Go fuck it!

He, tui!

I believe it is the mafia!

Pushing open the door and returning home, Bell Harris, who had experienced a life-and-death crisis, was repeatedly squeezed by his lover, and finally threatened by Sean, was completely unmotivated when faced with his wife's questioning, so he hastily washed himself. Go to sleep.

When I arrived at the company the next day, I put aside my work, and started to inquire about Sean Rockefeller as soon as possible.

After all, it is not the era of the information explosion in later generations. Not everyone, even in New Jersey, knows about Sean.

After most of the day, Bell Harris sat slumped on the seat, speechless for a long time.

After all, he is an executive of a big company, and he is still in the Rockefeller family system. After a whole morning of careful inquiry, he really let him know most of Sean's information.

Only now, Bell Harris felt that he might as well not know.

Compared with the label of a self-made rich man, the names of Sean's illegitimate son, the mastermind behind the Mafia, and the creator of bloody tragedies are obviously more resounding.

Bell Harris couldn't have imagined that, and an angry statement last night came true, what the hell is the mafia.

Looking at the old newspaper on the desktop, the front page described the report of the Cartagena massacre.

The murderer was X Security Company, and the owner of X Security Company was Sean Rockefeller.

No, the Mafia is much kinder than him.

Involuntarily, what Sean said when he was parting last night rang in his ears, you can learn more about it tomorrow, and see you the day after tomorrow.

'No wonder, no wonder' Bell Harris murmured unconsciously.

So, is it useful to call the police?

Chapter 212: Mental Illness Reporting

Bell Harris didn't go to the police in the first place.

Not scared or anything.

Mainly, he felt that those potbellied guys didn't necessarily understand legal issues.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

In the 80s, the American police knew more about how to spread drugs and how to collect protection fees than they knew about the law...

Bell Harris left the office in a hurry, bought a hamburger and ate it on the way, and immediately found a friend who was a lawyer.

"I have a friend who asked me to consult him about something." Bell Harris' opening remarks made his friend roll his eyes.

"Well, you have a friend, ask." The friend shrugged.

"Someone warned my friend that if you don't listen to him, he will kill him." The hesitant, veiled question made Bell Harris' lawyer friend sit up straight immediately.

We are all adults, the more we wave our arms, speak earnestly, and express our true feelings, the more lies we tell.

The more hesitant to cover up, the more truthful it is.

"Are you sure he dared to kill someone?" The lawyer grasped the key point.

Bell Harris nodded, nonsense, there are thousands of people who died at the hands of that guy!

"Did he say anything threatening to you?"

"It's my friend, friend!" Bell Harris exclaimed excitedly.

"Okay, okay, your friend, answer my question, are there any witnesses or bystanders." The lawyer raised his eyebrows.

Bell Harris struggled to recall, whether it was in the office yesterday or in the car at night, Sean didn't seem to have said a single threatening word, right?

After thinking about it, I said what I thought was the scariest sentence, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person!"

The corner of the lawyer's mouth twitched, resisting the urge to curse, and said calmly, "Is there any more?"

"No more." Bell Harris shook his head.

"Has that person ever made any threatening moves towards you?"

"My friend, my friend!" Bell Harris said after emphasizing again: "A car accident, I thought, ah no, my friend thought he was dead at the time, the truck driver didn't run away, he was driving because of fatigue Violations of the law have been charged."

"There was another burglary. No one was injured. They took the property and left. The police didn't catch anyone."

"Are you sure that person did these two things!?" The lawyer frowned even tighter.

"I'm sure!" Bell Harris nodded, although Sean didn't admit it.

The lawyer shook his head, "That will disappoint you, unless the truck driver speaks, otherwise, there is no way."

"Do you think exposing him and using the pressure of public opinion have any effect on those who threaten you and your friends?"

Bell Harris shook his head after thinking about the overwhelming reports in the newspapers.

The lawyer leaned back and crossed his hands on his chest, "From the perspective of a friend, I think if the other party didn't ask you, that so-called friend, to do something that violated the law, then you can actually think about it."

"Okay!" Bell Harris slumped down like a deflated ball, looking very listless.

There was a battle between heaven and man in his mind, and he seemed to be distracted to finish his work all afternoon. Bell Harris was not in the mood to talk to his lover at all, and took the bus home as soon as he got off work.

drive?

It is impossible to drive a car.

How careful you are, you dare to drive!

When he walked from the bus station to the door of his house, Bell Harris was stunned. There was an extended Lincoln parked in front of his house. The license plate number was so eye-catching, how could he forget it.

Panic and fear came to his heart, and Bell Harris' feet were weak. At this moment, he was extremely worried about his wife and children. Enduring uncontrollable fear, he staggered towards the house.

Inside the Lincoln car, Torrey glanced at Bell Harris who was running past the car, and then ignored him.

In a panic, he pushed open the door of the villa and rushed into the living room. Bell Harris saw Sean sitting on the sofa at a glance. At this moment, Sean was chatting with his wife with a smile on his face, and the child beside him was sitting on the floor On the table, he was concentrating on playing with the "Optimus Prime" model that was almost as tall as him.

Bell Harris leaned on the wall with one hand and panted heavily. His wife looked over in surprise, and Sean sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and a half-smile.

"Why are you panting like this, really." His wife came over with some reproach, and supported Bell, "Mr. Xiao En has been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come back so late."

"Bell, no wonder you never let me come to your house. Having such a beautiful and virtuous wife, you are so enviable!" Sean joked with a smile.

Bell's wife covered her mouth and chuckled, she had every reason to be happy being praised by such a young, handsome and rich man.

"Didn't you say we'll meet tomorrow!" Bell couldn't laugh, and it wasn't easy to show it in front of his wife, so he could only ask through gritted teeth.

"Okay, it's my problem, I can't wait." Sean shrugged insincerely.

"Bell." The wife poked lightly, she felt that her husband was a little rude.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I invite your family out for dinner." Sean stood up and said.

Bell didn't know what he thought of, so he shivered for no reason, and said with a pale face: "No, no, I've been busy all day today, and I'm very tired, so I won't go. I'll call you tomorrow, tomorrow morning."

"Okay then." Sean didn't force it, and patted Bell's shoulder with a smile, "Enjoy life, you will be very busy in the future."

"Then, goodbye, beautiful lady." Sean reached out his hand to shake Bell's wife's hand, and then left shyly.

Seeing Sean's car disappear from sight, Bell suddenly turned his head and asked, "Why do you let strangers into your house!"

"I..." His wife looked at Bell inexplicably, "Isn't he your friend? I can't let someone wait for you outside."

"Just believe him when he says he's my friend!" Bell gritted his teeth and asked.

"It's impossible for him to be a bad guy!" His wife shook off Bell's hand angrily, inexplicably, why did she lose her temper!

You let him in after driving the car?

If you drive a good car, you must be a good person!

Bell sighed, not knowing how to explain that Sean was a complete demon.

Seeing Xiao En's ostentation and demeanor, normal people would not think of the bad side.

"I'm sorry." Bell hugged his wife, "I, I just don't like him coming to the house, you know, he is a playboy, he is so handsome, so attractive, I admit, I am jealous of him , I'm just afraid of losing you."

"I love you so much!"

"I hate it, what are you talking about, am I that kind of person!" The wife said so, but there was a big smile on her face.

Happy!

It is not without reason that Bell can keep the red flag at home and the colorful flags fluttering outside his home.

Money is important, but he is not that rich.

He is not the kind of temperament and handsome man who becomes more and more tasteful in middle age.

He is a middle-aged man with a belly and a little baldness.