America's Big Hero

Sean smiled, stood up and followed out.

A group of people passed through the office lobby, and the employees of Fidelity stretched their necks to look over, with vivid expressions on their faces, passing information to each other.

This is the sound of smashing things, cursing, and screaming, tsk tsk...

It's more fun than going to work! ?

The old beauty is not afraid of big things when watching the excitement, but she is not as honest as the Chinese. If it weren't for the X security guards, these guys would have rushed to the door of Phillips' office to watch.

A group of people walked to the door of the conference room expressionlessly and pushed the door in. Sean took Saul and Lear, and several other security guards blocked the door of the conference room.

The three of Sean sat on one side of the conference room, and Fidelity executives sat on the other side of the conference room, and the two sides just confronted each other.

After a while, Phillips was the first to speak, "Sean, what are you going to do today!"

"Oh, don't pretend to be confused with me. I don't want to follow your example. Damn Falk, I want technology and equipment. David Rockefeller has already agreed on behalf of the Rockefeller family. What do you mean by getting that contract for me? I know it in my heart." Sean stretched out his hand and tapped Phillips, and let out a cold snort, "Get off on me, do you think Sean is easy to bully me? Ha!"

"Sean, I don't think there's anything wrong with that contract, it's a completely normal commercial negotiation contract!" Phillips said while gritting his molars.

"Fuck off, you're normal!" Sean scolded back directly, without any intention of being polite, I'm just so vulgar!

"It's all from the Rockefeller family. It's already abnormal for me to give money normally. It's useless for me to pretend that you are innocent."

"I don't give a fuck what fights you have with David Rockefeller, what schemes you have!"

"Don't take me with you, and don't affect me!"

"If you want to pull me into the battlefield, you can!"

"However, I'm afraid you won't be able to pay the price!" Sean pointed at the people across from him one by one, his threat not concealed.

"I'm not that old man David, old guy, huh, too weak!"

Chapter 214: Are you reasoning with me?

A group of high-level executives at Fidelity looked at each other, and when Sean mentioned David Rockefeller several times, he always called him by his first name.

In the end, he simply called out to the old guy.

It can be seen from this that this arrogant guy didn't take David, the helm of the Rockefeller family, seriously.

Yes, Sean said that on purpose.

Anyway, he would never admit it if he left this door.

It's all slander, revenge and provocation by the opponent Chi Guoguo.

I, Sean Rockefeller, am a good capitalist young man who knows how to respect the old and love the young!

"If you are not satisfied, you don't have to buy it. We didn't force you. This is not a reason for you to go to Fidelity to use violence!" The president of Fidelity softened his tone a lot, but he still wanted to protect Fidelity's face.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Sean shook his hands impatiently, "Those companies, those patents, are all named Rockefeller. You are just a group of managers, and you really fucking think of yourself as the master!"

"This is an irrevocable entrustment, which cannot be changed when the entrustment is reached. Only beneficiaries who have reached the age of 30 request revocation when they are sober and have not been threatened or bewitched. Otherwise, they are the managers of these assets. It's the law..."

Yes, even the beneficiary is almost impossible to revoke the entrustment. Although the law allows it, how can you prove that you are sober and not coerced?

I'm here to protect your interests, for your own good!

Elvis Presley's woman keeps things that don't belong to her because she can't prove that she is sane, because she has a history of drug use.

And how many people in the United States have no history of drug abuse? The president has flown over leaves.

This is why David Rockefeller has had nothing to do with this trust company.

unless……

When the legal consultant and barrister of Fidelity Company was spitting, Sean lightly poked the bald Lear next to him.

Lear jumped up suddenly, with a grim face, propping up the table with one hand, pointing at the lawyer with some gray hair and cursing loudly: "Fuck you, the law, you damn old man, fuck you Fake, Fake you!" The whole family, all the women in the family!"

What's wrong, what's Lear scolding.

Crazy cursing!

Lear's sudden uproar caused the entire meeting room to fall into an eerie silence.

Everyone in Fidelity stared blankly at this foul-mouthed guy, with confusion written all over his face.

Where did this bloody rude fellow come from!

Why is he here!

Sol bowed his head and covered his face with his hands, he was afraid he would laugh out loud.

Sean had a straight face. If he hadn't received professional training, he would never be able to hold back.

Accustomed to negotiating, accustomed to talking about rules and laws, the lawyer who can show off the most is stunned for a while.

Lille cursed continuously for 3 minutes before the other party reacted.

"Damn it, you rude redneck, you, you, you dare to insult me, I'll sue you, I'll send you to jail!" The lawyer's hair was about to explode, he had never been so angry.

"Come on, come on!" Lear became more energetic, roared around the conference table, and rushed towards the old lawyer aggressively, like a raging lion.

At this moment, the old lawyer opened his mouth wide in fright, unable to utter a word.

Obviously, when face to face, talking can never beat fists.

In the face of the violent Lear, none of Fidelity's high-level executives dared to stand up and make a declaration of justice at this time.

You can't expect a group of multi-millionaires in their 50s to fight desperately with the stinky security guard Lille.

"You fucking sue me now, come on, call, call the police, hurry up!" Lear snatched the phone from the old lawyer and patted it on the conference table, "Call, if you don't call the police, you are me grandson!"

"You, you, you..." The old lawyer was shocked by Lear's murderous aura and calmed down on the spot.

Well, very calm.

Threats and insults or something, it is impossible for Lear to go to jail, and he will be released on bail for a little money. This is only useful for some poor ghosts.

"I warn you, don't be so impulsive. You almost killed Mr. Phillips just now. I can sue you for deliberately obliterating it. You will be sentenced to at least five years in prison." His rhetoric made the guy in front of him fearful.

Phillips: ? ? ?

What does it have to do with me! ?

When did I say I was going to sue him!

Don't fucking frame people!

"Five years!" The first thing that came to Lear's mind was the hotel-style prison.

This is great!

"Come on, old guy!" Lear grabbed the old lawyer's neck and lifted him up from the seat with one arm. "Now, immediately, immediately sue me!"

"Five years is not enough, at least 5 years!"

"I'm not only going to kill him, I'm going to kill you too!"

"Cut off your head bit by bit, and use a chainsaw to saw your entire family into segments!"

Being lifted up in the air by Lear, the old lawyer felt he couldn't breathe, his face turned red, and he couldn't speak.

When a person is not afraid of the law, the lawyer who uses the law as a weapon is useless.

He was just like now, being randomly picked up in the hands and thrown around.

Seeing that the old lawyer was being strangled and rolled his eyes, Sean still looked on with his arms crossed, as if he was not afraid that Lear would really kill the old lawyer.

Yes, Sean really wasn't scared.

To die is to die.

There is no death penalty in New Jersey, and Lear is at most thrown into prison.

Unfortunately, the prison is run by itself!

Since taking down the prison, Xiao En's subordinates have been extremely active in taking the blame...

In the past, there was a lottery, and whoever was unlucky would go to prison, but now it is still a lottery, and whoever is lucky will go to prison.

The treatment inside is better than outside!

Not to mention freedom. For most people in the 80s, most of them had never been out of their urban areas in their entire lives.

Besides, Sean will not really limit their freedom.

Even if something happened, it was also a problem with the prison management, and it had something to do with Sean, a legal and decent businessman?

No!

"Sean, you, stop him quickly, do you really want him to kill Phil!" The president of Fidelity saw that the old lawyer started kicking his legs, and he stood up abruptly and shouted loudly without thinking about testing Sean's attitude .

"What does it have to do with me? I can't control him." Sean curled his mouth and said indifferently.

"You!" The president of Fidelity was really anxious, "Sean, don't do this, there is nothing that cannot be discussed, and we have no intention of embarrassing you, I swear."

"Are you sure? Can we talk?" Sean laughed loudly.

"I'm sure!" the president of Fidelity said loudly, raising his hand.

"Lille, are you fucking crazy again? Hurry up and put me down." Sean pointed at Lear as if he had just seen it and cursed loudly: "Damn it, how could you treat a kind man like this? old man!"

Hearing Sean's words, Lear let go of his hand, and "slap" and "bang" made Phil's old lawyer fall off and knock down the seat.

Fuda's people rushed forward, stroked their chests and breathed freely until Phil coughed a few times before slowly recovering.

Phil just couldn't breathe, and it took only more than 30 seconds before and after, and it was still too early for his life to be in danger.

After going straight for more than ten minutes, the Fidelity party, who had recovered, sat back at the negotiating table again.

A group of old men looked at Lear angrily, and Lear gritted his teeth indifferently.

"Do you really want to kill someone? Do you know what will happen if you kill someone yourself?"

"Even if you escape the death penalty, you will still be imprisoned for life. You can only stay in that small iron cage for the rest of your life, and you will be tortured." People from Fidelity tried to use "reasonable" to Lear.

"Have you ever heard of a hotel-style prison?" Lille looked up and said yearningly: "I think the conditions there are much better than mine now."

Hotel prison? ! !

A group of people turned their heads to look at Sean, and Sean showed a big smile, "You must have heard related reports before, about... half a month ago?"

"I, Sean Rockefeller, converted a hotel-style prison with its own beach, garden, gymnasium, and swimming pool. Simply put, it is a super-upscale community. As long as you don't leave the community, you can do whatever you want."

"You only need to pay a small fee." Sean stretched out his hand and gestured to count the money, "If you are punished by the law one day, you can come to me, and I will give you a [-]% discount."

Everyone in Fidelity: "..."

Damn New Jersey!

Damn capitalists!

Damn the law!

Gan!

"Ahem, I'm sorry to bother everyone." Sol coughed lightly, and then he said after attracting everyone's attention: "I have to explain in advance that Mr. Lil Biedrins was once a heroic man. A fearless American soldier, he has made many contributions on the battlefield and received medals."

"He has made meritorious service for the United States, he has shed blood for the United States, and he is fighting for everyone in the United States!"

"After the war ended, Lear put down the gun in his hand and returned to a peaceful society." Saul seemed to be moved as he spoke, reaching out and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

However, Sean doubted that this guy was holding back his tears from laughter.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm so touched!" Sol calmed down before continuing, "But, something unfortunate happened."

"Due to his long-term experience in the war, Lille suffered from a very serious 'post-war traumatic stress syndrome' after the war. This is a mental illness that produces violent tendencies and hallucinations when he is strongly stimulated."

"This point, the military can prove it, and the three authoritative hospitals in New Jersey can also prove it."

"Oh, by the way, I brought the relevant inspection report today." As he spoke, Sol took out a document with many chapters and put it on the table in the conference room.

The meeting room fell into an eerie silence.

A group of Fidelity executives looked extremely uncomfortable as if they had eaten a lump of hot shit.

I can fuck you!

Despicable, shameless, indecent, shameless...

All the obscene words appeared in their minds, but no one scolded them, but their faces were ashen.

Of course, they had no doubts about the authenticity of which medical examination report was on the table.