America's Big Hero

It's not difficult!

They can do it too.

Mental illness, a condition full of metaphysics.

Coincidentally, Lille really has a relatively serious 'post-war trauma syndrome', this time Sean really didn't lie.

Shortly after retiring, Lille went to prison because of fighting problems. This post-war trauma syndrome was detected at that time.

At that time, X Security had not yet been established.

However, this is fine after Lear enters the semi-military organization X Security.

Well, usually I can vent, and occasionally I can come out to kill someone to relax or something.

This is also the reason why Lille was chosen to do this kind of thing. This guy has a very murderous aura. If Sean didn't stop him just now, he would really kill Phil.

Oh, this, Phil feels very clearly.

So, Phil didn't want to talk.

I hate those of you who want to kill people at every turn, without any technical content.

"By the way, Mr. Lear passed through a prison before. It was in Pennsylvania, and at that time, X security was not established."

"In view of this situation, my boss, Mr. Sean Rockefeller, out of charity considerations, and out of the feelings of comrades in arms, chose to provide a good living environment for Lear and many people with the same symptoms as Lear, To avoid unnecessary harm to them and to society."

"That's why X Security was established." Saul said, clenched his fist and waved it fiercely, "Mr. Sean is really a good man!"

"As expected of a member of the Rockefeller family, the blood of charity flows in his body!"

"This is what I should do!" Sean nodded with a smile, he felt a little blush, just a little bit, after all, what Saul said was true.

"Pfft, Kukukuku!" Lille couldn't hold back anymore, and covered his mouth and laughed.

"Why are you fucking laughing!" Sean turned his head and looked over with a dark face.

"Pfft, boss, I, Kuku, I think of happy things." Lear grinned and stretched out his hand to scratch his bald head.

"What a happy thing!" Sean gritted his teeth.

"I, yes, my cat has a baby." Lear said solemnly.

"Pfft!" Saul finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Why are you laughing!"

"My dog ​​has given birth too." Saul covered his face.

It's so unprofessional that I, a lawyer, laughed!

"Okay, everyone, we are negotiating, this is not acting!" The president of Fidelity couldn't stand it anymore.

Damn, there is no end to it, scare us a bunch of old men, right?

I tell you, we...

Scared!

Yes, I'm afraid.

"Mr. Xiao En, you are also a rich man with several hundred million assets, and your assets are ranked among the top 500 people in the world. You are like this..." The president of Fidelity spread his hands helplessly, "It is not in line with your ideal. Identity is also discrediting the surname Rockefeller."

"Stupid identity." Sean snorted, "Four years ago, I was still a bloody soldier, and I was fighting with people under the rain of bullets on the battlefield."

"Three years ago, I was serving plates at a fucking pizza place!"

"I lived like this until I got a call saying that my dad, whom I had never met, died!"

"That day I happily rushed to the back kitchen of the pizzeria to resign with the owner and chef, but unfortunately, I ran into a gang fire."

"The killer in Salamanga fired wildly at a gang leader in the pizza shop, firing more than 100 bullets, killing everyone in the shop."

"A stray bullet hit the back of my head." As he said, Sean patted the back of his head, "The bones were all broken."

"But I survived by luck and insisted on going to my father's funeral the next day."

"Now, it's only been two years, you tell me about your identity?"

"Ha!" Sean sneered, "Fuck you, everything about me is done with my life, it has nothing to do with my identity."

"I was almost shot to death a few months ago."

"Let identity go to hell!"

The people at Fidelity looked up to the sky and sighed deeply. The methods they used to deal with the second and third generations were no longer effective on Xiao En.

This made a group of people both helpless and frustrated.

"There are rules for everything. You can't do this. You can't go on with this kind of means." The face of the president of Fidelity was full of kindness.

He tried to persuade Sean to change his ways and get on the right track.

"Rules?" Sean shrugged, "I know the rules, and I haven't violated them. Aren't you still alive?"

The eyeballs of a few people almost popped out, what the hell is this called, what is it called not dead yet!

It's a bad rule to co-author until we die!

And that is the case.

When today's incident spread, no one would scold Xiao En for his bad manners, but would only laugh at the cowardice of these old men, who were frightened by a little guy who didn't even grow his hair.

Just treat them as a laughing stock.

It didn't happen to me, who would believe it?

Everyone still believes that art has no borders and sports has no borders!

The results of it?

Go to hell!

Still fucking believe that personal property is sacrosanct!

Go to hell!

As for intimidation?

Before something really happened, these were all normal business methods.

Which big company has not done intimidation?

It's just that the means and objects are somewhat different.

The group of people in Fidelity can't tell the pain, they really feel the threat personally.

What use do I want this rule!

"Okay, let's talk about business." The president of Fidelity straightened his mood and forced a smile.

"Want to talk now?" Sean felt very funny.

"Why didn't you talk to me directly before? Why did you come up like a blow to me?"

"Oh, didn't the severance scare me?"

"There's nothing I can do about it by other means?"

"So now you want to talk?"

"Now I don't want to talk anymore!"

"You guys provoked me first." Sean thumped the table a few times, "Now it's not something you can talk about if you want to."

"There is a sentence for you, you can decide when to start the war, but when it ends, I have the final say."

"Remember, you owe me once, and I will come to you when I need it. I hope you won't play tricks on me then."

After all, Sean stood up, turned around and walked out. When he reached the gate of the meeting room, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the few people and said, "I'm a man of rules. I will continue to buy technology and equipment. Just follow the market price, and I never take advantage of others.”

After the words fell, the door of the conference room was opened, and Sean swaggered out.

'Bang' the door of the meeting room closed automatically, and a group of people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Phillips closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with a headache.

Damn bad luck.

"I didn't expect that this kid turned out to be that old-school style."

High EQ: Old School

Low EQ: Violent elements

Before the 40s in the United States, or a little earlier, in the last century, none of those who could become big capitalists was a good person, and they all had a ruthless and decisive style of killing.

They speak the rules and at the same time they must retaliate.

In that lawless era, who could stand firm, and who did not advocate violence?

This is especially evident in Detroit and Chicago, the old industrial areas of the Great Lakes in the north.

Americans have a violent gene in their bones.

Even lobsters have two more pincers than others...

The Fidelity people could only watch Xiao En and his party walk away.

The United States has no precedent for rich people being imprisoned. Madoff is because he has no money after the bombing. What's more, it will be decades later, not to mention Epstein's little Lesbian.

If there is one, there are two, and capitalists will not allow this gate of hell to be pushed open.

It's like a political struggle, if you fail, you can enter the revolving door, be a consultant, be a lobbyist, and be active in the upper class.

Just as Sean and his party came out of the International Building, Old Man David not far away received a call. Hearing the narration on the other end of the phone, Old Man David couldn't help but gasped.

This guy really dared to hit the door! !

This was something old David didn't expect.

That is Fidelity United Trust, which is in charge of nearly 30 billion US dollars in assets, with tentacles all over the United States, not to mention Fidelity's head office standing behind Fidelity.

Behind the Fidelity head office is the Boston consortium!

The relationship between those big companies in the United States is intricate, which is one of the reasons why the patriarch of the dignified Rockefeller family has nothing to do with Fidelity Trust.

The resentment was so deep that I never forgot to complain about it in my autobiography decades later.

This kind of complaint from a big man standing at the top of the world really left a deep memory on him.

Therefore, David just dropped Sean in the past.

The young man, who started from scratch in two years, was so arrogant in his bones that he didn't put the whole world in his eyes. From David's point of view, the journey was too smooth, and his opponents were all over the place. Too weak, so that Xiao En has not received severe beatings from the society, which is why he is acting defiantly now.

Let Xiao En bump into obstacles and go through some ups and downs. This is the love for the elders and the younger ones, and it will make your future go smoother. This is for your own good.

There is a good cry, I am for your own good!

Of course, throwing a hard bone at Fidelity and crippling the teeth of those guys is not bad.

It's just that David never expected that Sean was so impulsive that he went straight to the door, looking like he was going to kill the whole family.

This……

It's just so unmannered!

Moreover, I am afraid that Fuda will not let it go. Being beaten by Vietnam... Bah, if you don't return it, it is simply,

No face!

Little guy, there's trouble!

Just wait, when you suffer a loss, beg to come to his door, and help him mediate again.

Yes, David has a way to mediate for Sean.

Although he has a lot of grievances with Fidelity because of trust issues, he also has a lot of cooperation with Fidelity's head office, or the Rockefeller consortium and the Boston consortium.

Seek cooperation in struggle, and fight each other in cooperation.

Just like the Elephant Party and Donkey Party in the United States.

In fact, the relationship between the Rockefeller Consortium and the Boston Consortium is not bad. Back then, they supported Kennedy's leadership and won large defense orders for Rockefeller and the Boston Consortium.

Although he was killed in pain in the end...

Too capable.