America's Big Hero

Henry waved his arms excitedly, "They, they don't like the end of the blockade, because once the blockade is opened, their business will not be able to be done, 2000 million US dollars a day!"

"No one wants to stop, these people are crazy now, counting money like crazy."

"Now tell me, for such a large sum of money, will someone take the risk and go to Morocco to wreak havoc!"

Everyone gasped... the smoke, the smoke that was originally lingering in the city was cleared up a lot.

This is simply too possible!

It's not like pan-drugs. A fixed industrial chain has been formed for decades. Now it's a windfall. Whoever can catch it, if he catches it for one more day, will make a fortune for one more day.

"Everyone knows that we don't want to compromise and want to get back the property from that person, even if it's just a part." Henry looked around, "Well, I thought so half an hour ago."

"Now, my friends, we are in serious trouble. Those smugglers have planted a frame on us, and we have no evidence to refute it."

"So, we must end this matter as soon as possible, if we don't want to become everyone's enemy, and then be abandoned by everyone and become a scapegoat."

The atmosphere in the room is very depressing, everyone has an ugly face, this room is full of big names in the industry, they are all quite rich, and they are all at the highest level of the company.

Don't say that smuggling has nothing to do with them, even if it is in front of them, they will not touch it. If they can make 100 million legally, they will definitely not make 500 million illegally.

Because the 100 million can be earned all the time, and 500 million is likely to send him to prison, and he will never have the chance to earn 100 million.

Risk to profit is not proportional.

But they were roasted on the fire, and everyone wanted to cut a piece of meat from them to eat. It would be strange if they were in a good mood.

The most important thing is that they didn't offend anyone, but they just became the coveted delicacy on the table for no reason.

"Talk, we must talk, we must clarify, this matter has nothing to do with us, even if there is no evidence, we must clarify." A guy slapped the table hard and said with an ugly face.

"Yes, we must clarify, and then find the gang of smugglers, I will send them all to prison."

"Don't think about smuggling." Henry shook his head, "You are angry now, calm down and you will know that there is nothing you can do. There are too many people involved, and no one dares to move. Most of them are not professionals. , They don’t know what it means to shut up.”

"Once they are caught, they dare to say anything in order to reduce their sentence. In the end, everyone will be implicated. As a result, the underground world will be chaotic, the customs will be chaotic, the military will be chaotic, the government will be chaotic, and everything will be chaotic. The impact will be several times or even higher than it is now."

"So, as long as you have a little political wisdom, you will never dare to investigate it. For the government, this matter can only be regarded as not seeing it!"

"No right or wrong!"

This is politics. There is no right or wrong in politics. The fundamental purpose of government officials is to make society run smoothly and orderly, and everything must revolve around this.

Right or wrong, good or evil, that is God's business, not the government!

You can't make a mess of society just because of the simple question of right and wrong, you will only be picked out and thrown into a corner alley, or simply sent to your death!

"How to talk to that person." Someone brought the topic back.

"We need a middleman."

"Moroccan?"

"Don't think about it, it's just a group of puppets."

"Find the military!" Henry whispered.

"Ah? Isn't it? Didn't they fight? I heard from people in the military that they didn't hold back during the exercise, and the overall exercise was reported to the highest level, which received great attention."

"I got the news that the military exercise is indeed true, but it is also true that they had private contacts. Normally, the military's original alert level should not be so high, but these two are pushing to raise the alert level. "Henry whispered: "There is a problem here, I don't know the specific situation, but there is an invisible tacit understanding between the two sides."

The matter was settled like this, but they didn't go directly to the door, but after discussing it, they asked someone to call Thompson Alves.

Sure enough, Thompson Alves agreed to say hello to Sean.

……

The next day, Henry and his party of 12 flew to Casablanca, Morocco.

Sean was indeed in Geneva a few days ago, but the factories and mines were attacked, so Sean went back to Casablanca to deal with it.

As early as 1920, when Morocco was still a French colony, the first phosphate mining company established was headquartered in Casablanca. The first mining area built at that time was the Khouribga mining area, and the ore was directly shipped to France at the port of Casablanca.

Casablanca has a population of 500 million, more than double the population of the capital Rabat.

In the villa manor sent by Mulai Xidi on the outskirts of the city, Sean met Henry and his party.

The vehicle stopped, and a group of people got out of the car and were stopped at the gate of the villa.

Body search, don't care about the identity of these people, how rich they are, now is an extraordinary period, someone has attacked his factory and mining area just now, of course Sean must check strictly.

Of course, this kind of thing does not need to be ordered by Sean, Torre will arrange it.

It's just that a body search is a bit unacceptable to the proud French. When will the French be searched in Morocco!

These people have been domineering in Morocco for decades, even if they visit the king, they will not be searched. The habit formed for a long time makes them very angry, but in order to negotiate, they must meet Sean...

I don't have the heart to talk nonsense to a group of inferior security guards who don't have any right to make decisions. In their minds, this is what Sean arranged for the purpose of humiliating them.

A group of people with dark faces allowed themselves to be searched before being taken to the living room.

When they arrived in the living room, no one greeted them, not even a cup of coffee, so they just sat there, feeling more and more angry and uncomfortable.

Having been robbed of their property, squeezed out by their own people, and framed by others, not only have nowhere to redress their grievances, but also find the culprit who robbed them to explain the situation...

It is not an exaggeration to say that you are groveling, and you are so angry.

It took a full half an hour for Sean to come down from upstairs. To be honest, he really didn't mean to leave this group of people alone.

Morocco is not Xisar, Casablanca is not Laayoune, Sean can't block all the middle and high management of mining groups and chemical plants.

When he took over, most of the middle and senior management and technicians ran away. There was a risk to personal safety, and the company had no way to force employees to take risks.

They are a serious company, and they are not as tyrannical as the owner of a private security company who did not want to be named.

Therefore, when Sean took over, it was a mess, and the production basically stagnated. The reason why he stayed in Morocco was to reorganize the company besides helping Moulay Shidi.

As a result, the company was attacked the day before yesterday. He was really busy, paying for the wounded, comforting the personnel, repairing equipment, and resuming production...

Walking down the stairs, Lorraine followed Sean. Henry and the others looked up, and the faces of the Frenchmen became even uglier.

They are waiting downstairs, this one is still playing with women upstairs!

Lorraine is indeed a secretary, and she is indeed beautiful and charming, so it is really normal for them to think so.

Walking to the main seat of the sofa, Sean sat down, crossed his legs, looked around and finally fell on Henry, but before he could speak, a voice full of resentment and sarcasm sounded, "Mr. Sean's villa The security is really strict enough, guests have to be searched, heh, I'm really afraid of death, is it because there are too many enemies?"

Sean opened his mouth, swallowed back what he wanted to say, and looked up and down the speaker. He was about 50 years old, and his hair and beard were meticulously arranged. Even though the wind and sand here were heavy, he still looked so glamorous and tidy. He looked like a member of the social elite. elite.

Henry wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, he gave up. Negotiations, even if they are in a weak position, they can't just surrender when they come up, just try it out.

Sean sighed, "I don't like your tone."

Chapter 385: Bah, Frenchman!

These people headed by Henry are real business elites.

Just say Henry.

In 1920, the French Commander-in-Chief in Morocco, Herbert Lyautey, ordered the official establishment of the Moroccan Phosphate Mining Company OPC (Office chérifien des phosphates), and began large-scale mining.

After Morocco completed its independence, the equity of Moroccan mining companies has undergone great changes. Some of them are in the hands of the royal family, 5% are in the hands of the Central Bank of Morocco, and the rest are finally in the hands of three companies through complicated methods. The largest share is Henry The company you work for.

Henry is not the heir or owner of the company, he is a professional manager, and through complicated and professional means, he obtained a part of the equity.

To be precise, these 12 people are all professional managers, presidents or members of the board of directors of various companies. They are proficient in all business methods and are very good at negotiating.

Even Magritte, who just sarcastically mocked Sean, wasn't really so angry that he couldn't control it.

Just like an intentional foul at the beginning of an NBA game, the purpose is to test the penalty scale of the referee on duty, and the small test before the official start of the negotiation is the same.

only……

There are always some uncertain things that will happen in this world, such a world will not be boring.

The moment Sean finished saying 'I don't like your tone', the security guard who had been standing silently in the living room when the transparent man pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at him.

Henry watched, his face changed drastically, and he opened his mouth to shout.

"boom"

"No!"

"what!!!"

A series of voices sounded, and the security guard fired without hesitation, hitting the thigh of the provocateur.

Then Henry's cry came out, and finally the provocateur's horrified cry after looking at Zizi's bloody thigh.

It's not painful, it's scary!

The moment you are shot, the human body will secrete an anesthetic for protective purposes, and it will take a few seconds before you feel the pain.

After firing, the security guard inserted the gun back as if nothing had happened.

Henry and the others stood up in horror, but their bodies were stiff and no one dared to move.

The security guard's action of shooting was too decisive, and his expression was too indifferent, as if he had no feeling at all about shooting and killing people, like trampling an ant to death, this kind of indifference made people feel chills from the bottom of their hearts.

Magritte, who was shot, hugged his thigh and slid directly out of the chair, stretching his thigh straight, just hugging like this, howling.

Seeing all this, Sean sighed, and said without shaking his head: "Who told you to shoot!"

"Personally, anyone who insults the boss should be punished." The security guard was expressionless, and he took everything into account in one sentence.

Personal wishes have nothing to do with the company and Sean.

Sean didn't reply, but turned his head to look at Henry, and said with a serious face: "I'm sorry, he has a mental illness, a very serious battlefield syndrome, and he can't control himself when he is stimulated."

"You can call the police now, and I believe the Moroccan police and the court will give you a fair verdict."

"As everyone knows, I am a law-abiding person, and I will never cover him up."

Henry opened his mouth wide, with disbelief written all over his face!

I have never seen such a brazen person!

Are you so law-abiding?

Call the police?

Judge?

I can fuck you!

Is there any king law?

Is there any law!

Can you do whatever you want with a mental illness?

Are you mentally ill and still stay with you?

In this case, even a fool would know that Sean ordered it, but as long as the assailant insisted that it was out of anger, he would not be able to implicate Sean anyway.

And as long as Sean is fine, then Morocco's laws are shit!

In other words, the shot was for nothing.

The only good news is that the assailant was very accurate with his marksmanship and did not intend to kill anyone.

Fake!

Henry opened his mouth wide, his fingers trembling, and he really wanted to raise his hand and give himself a hard slap, so he should stop Magritte's temptation.

Those negotiating methods can only be used in formal negotiating occasions, not now. The guy in front of them is not a person who can reason with words!

The best way to negotiate with this guy is to tell the truth!

Quickly figured out the crux of the matter, Henry breathed heavily with his mouth open, forced himself to calm down, and glanced at Magritte who was lying on the ground and screaming miserably. There was a big beach, Henry was dizzy looking at it, and quickly looked away.

Unstoppable, Henry's right thigh trembled crazily, and it hurt so badly.

"Mr. Sean." Henry bit his lower lip hard, took another deep breath and said, "Mr. Sean, please save people first, please hurry up, we believe this is an accident."

Sean smiled and looked at Henry without saying a word. Lorraine behind him raised his hand and ticked. Immediately, two people dressed as maids came up.

A maid pulled out a ribbon from her waist to tie Magritte's thigh tightly to stop the bleeding, and after that was done, the two dragged him away with one arm each.

There was no expression throughout the whole process, but he was not as indifferent as the perpetrator just now. This was a kind of relaxation, which is commonplace.

It's just that the action is too rough no matter how you look at it.

Seeing the worry on Henry's face, Lorraine said aloud: "Don't worry, they are Mr. Xiao En's personal service team, and everyone has a nurse qualification certificate and a doctor qualification certificate to ensure that Mr. Xiao En and his entourage medical safety of personnel.”

"For them, it's just a minor operation and it's not a problem at all."