Rise of an Empire

"You came here just to talk nonsense to me, right?" Conrad looked at the manor under the lights. After more than a year of renovation, his current manor has become an authentic top-level mansion covering an area of ​​14 acres. There is absolutely no second private building in Manhattan that can surpass his estate.

Although those old-line chaebols are richer than him, no one will spend such a huge price to develop such a large piece of land in Manhattan. With this money, they can build an airport in New Jersey.

It is because Conrad is still a Chinese at heart that he is obsessed with buying land and cannot extricate himself.

"The old man asked me to inform you that they are already waiting below." When it came to business, Norman stopped his playful smile and said seriously.

"I know." Conrad put the red wine glass in his hand on the balcony and straightened his collar.

"Go and accompany your little beauty, I have business to do."

"Conrad" Norman couldn't help shouting as he saw his best friend leaving.

"What's the matter?" the Duke asked with some confusion.

"What on earth does the old man want to hide from me? Why didn't he let me participate?" Norman felt very confused. Over the past year or so, Old Osborne had transferred almost all of his contacts and relationships to his hands. Now Norman can be said to be in charge of his own affairs.

But this time, why did his father secretly come to Conrad's birthday party and hide it from everyone, even his own son, who is still in the dark.

"It's your turn to know, and you will know it naturally." Conrad patted Norman on the shoulder and said earnestly and in the tone of an elder.

"Go away, don't act like a senior in front of me." Norman, who was still full of complaints, suddenly laughed and cursed, and both of them put the question behind them.

"Asshole, I'll know one day." Norman muttered angrily as he watched Conrad's disappearing back.

I remembered that two years ago I took Conrad to various gatherings. In the blink of an eye, the meeting Conrad attended was no longer in the same circle as me.

Although Norman is open-minded and doesn't have much jealousy, he always feels that he is being compared to the other party, and he is really unhappy.

"Sorry, everyone, I'm late." After walking through the long corridor and opening the triple-protected door, Conrad came to the underground conference room.

There are too many things about him that cannot be known, so these dozen acres of underground have been completely dug out.

But fortunately, the excuse was to prevent nuclear radiation from World War III, so no one suspected anything.

After all, the world-wide crisis two years ago is still fresh in everyone’s memory.

"Conrad, you're here just in time, we haven't started yet." Lyndon Johnson, who was sitting in the front seat, greeted quickly, with a familiar tone, as if the two were family friends.

"Sit over here," Old Osborne pointed to the seat next to him and said to Conrad.

"Uncle Osborne, I'll just sit here." Lyndon Johnson sat at the top as Vice President, and then his left and right were William Martin and Davidson Lockson. One of these two guys was the chairman of the Federal Reserve and the other was Lockson. The patriarch of the Mori family is actually higher than Linden in terms of actual status.

It's just that we are all businessmen, and there is no need to compete with each other for a false reputation, so they sat on the left and right as chiefs.

Osborne, on the other hand, was sitting under Davidson Rockson, in the second seat on the left. The position he just pointed at was the third seat on the left.

Although I don’t know whether Old Osborne did it intentionally or not, Conrad is not willing to be the one who stands out now.

If he sat on it carelessly, the old men sitting below would probably hate him to death.

Look at all the old men attending the meeting. He is not fifty years old, he is just eighteen years old. He is already considered an overachiever. If he is arrogant, he will really be hated.

So he just pulled up the chair and sat at the bottom of the table.

"Very good, now that everyone is here, we can get down to business." Lyndon Johnson watched Conrad sit down at the bottom consciously, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he said.

"Everyone has seen the latest tax bill. If you follow that document, everyone here will probably be affected." William Martin's eyes flashed.

"That is, according to that bill, I will have to pay at least 300 million more taxes every year."

"That's right, there are also workers' social security contributions. I have more than 100,000 people under my command. According to that calculation, wouldn't it cost hundreds of millions every year?"

"I haven't paid any money these days. The bank interest rate is calculated according to the bill. I will lose millions in a day."

Suddenly, the conference table turned into a complaint meeting. A group of big guys with a net worth of dozens or even tens of billions began to cry about poverty, as if they would not be able to survive soon.

Conrad looked at the group of sentimental old men speechlessly. Any one of them would be stomping their feet and shaking their heads in Wall Street. How shameless are they to cry out about poverty?

John F. Kennedy was still seeking death as he had in history, promulgating a bunch of new policies that were said to be of great benefit to the American people.

To a certain extent, those policies did strengthen the support of the people at the bottom for him, but at the same time, those policies offended all the original big guys.

That's why tonight, taking the opportunity to celebrate Conrad's birthday, a group of big guys who would have never met would quietly gather together.

As the liaison in the middle, it goes without saying that Vice President Lyndon Johnson is sitting at the top.

"I know everyone's difficulties, and I will respond to Mr. President. I also ask everyone to be patient and stay calm." Lyndon, the old fox, said with a smile, but what he said was all nonsense.

If that fool like Kennedy had been willing to listen to others, then he wouldn't have ended up like this at all. Besides, if everyone really wanted to talk to him, wouldn't they have done so openly? A group of people would have secretly hidden in the basement for a meeting. , if I don’t have any bad thoughts, then there really is a ghost.

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We can only do this kind of thing but not talk about it. Sometimes it is enough to understand something, but it would be bad to say it out.

Everyone is looking at you and me, expecting others to say those words.

After all, we are all civilized people, and such barbaric methods are really undesirable.