America’s Big Hero

Bell Harris didn't call the police the first time.

Not afraid of anything.

Mainly, he didn't think the big-bellied guys didn't necessarily understand legal issues.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

The American police in the 1980s knew more about how to spread poison and how to collect protection fees than they knew the law...

Bell Harris left the office in a hurry, bought a hamburger to eat on the road, and found a friend who was a lawyer immediately.

"I have a friend who asked me to help him with one thing." Bell Harris's opening remarks made his friend roll his eyes.

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

"Someone warned that friend of mine that if he didn't listen to him, he would kill him." The hesitant, veiled question made Bell Harris' lawyer friend sit up straight.

Everyone is an adult, and the more they wave their arms, the more sincere their words, the more truthful they are, the more they lie.

The more hesitant to cover up, the more truthful.

"Are you sure he dares to kill?" 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, my friend!" Bell Harris exclaimed excitedly.

"Okay, your friend, answer my question, are there any witnesses or observers." The lawyer raised his brows.

Bell Harris tried hard to fall into memory. Whether it was in the office yesterday or in the car at night, Sean didn't seem to have said a single threatening word, did he?

After thinking about it, he said the most frightening 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, "Anything else?"

"No." Bell Harris shook his head.

"Has that person ever done anything threatening to you?"

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

"There was also a robbery. No one was hurt. He got the property and left. The police didn't catch anyone."

"Are you sure it was that person who did these two things!?" The lawyer frowned even more.

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

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

"Do you think exposing him and using the pressure of public opinion will be effective against those who threaten you, your friends?"

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

The lawyer leaned back and folded his hands on his chest. "From a friend's point of view, I think if the other party doesn't let you, the so-called friend do something that violates the law, then you can actually consider it."

"Okay!" Bell Harris slumped like a deflated ball, and his whole person seemed very uninspired.

With the war between heaven and man in his mind, he seemed to be in a hurry to finish his work all afternoon. Bell Harris was not in the mood to deal with his lover at all, and he took the bus home as soon as he got off work.

drive?

It is impossible to drive a car.

What a heart, how dare you drive!

When he walked from the bus stop to the door of his house, Bell Harris was completely stunned. There was an extended Lincoln parked in front of his house. The license plate number was extremely dazzling. How could he forget it.

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

Inside the Lincoln car, Torrey glanced at Bell Harris, who was running past the car, and stopped paying attention.

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 was sitting on the floor next to him. , and attentively fiddled with a model of 'Optimus Prime', which was about his height.

Bell Harris leaned against the wall with one hand and panted heavily, his wife looked over with a surprised look, and Sean leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed and half a smile.

"Why are you panting like this, really." The wife came over with some resentment and held Bell, "Mr. Sean 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. You have such a beautiful and virtuous wife, you are so jealous!" Sean laughed and teased.

Bell's wife covered her mouth and laughed lightly. She had every reason to be happy when she was praised by such a young, handsome and rich man.

"Don't you want to meet tomorrow!" Bell couldn't smile, but he couldn't show it well in front of his wife, so he could only ask through gritted teeth.

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

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

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

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

"Okay then." Sean didn't insist, 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 and shook hands with Bell's wife before Shi Shiran left.

Seeing Sean's car disappearing from sight, Bell turned his head sharply and asked, "How could you let strangers into the house!"

"I..." The wife looked at Bell inexplicably, "Isn't he your friend, and I can't let people wait for you outside."

"You believe him when he says it's my friend!" Bell asked through gritted teeth.

"He can't be a bad person!" The wife shook off Bell's hand angrily, and inexplicably, she was angry!

After you drive the car, you let him in?

Do you have to be a good person to drive a good car?

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

When normal people see Sean's pomp and temperament, they won't think in a bad way.

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

"I love you so much!"

"Hate, what nonsense, am I that kind of person!" The wife said so, but a big smile appeared on her face.

happy!

It is not without reason that Bell can keep the red flag at home and flutter outside the home.

Money was important, but he wasn't that rich.

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

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

However, Bell's mouth is good!

Yes, literally good.

A flexible tongue.

Articulate meaning.

Don't get me wrong!

...

"What the **** do you want me to do?" Early in the morning, in the Starbucks coffee shop, Bell and Sean sat opposite each other.

"I don't understand the steel industry and I need someone to help me build this steel plant from start to finish."

"The factory needs people like you!"

"It's that simple." Sean gently stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon.

"Why me!" Bell was a little crazy, a disaster!

"If I say you can do it, you can do it, you can't do it, and I say you can't do it, and you can't do it." Sean's mouth curled into a cold arc, "Understood!"

His tone was flat, as if he was describing a fait accompli, and this bland domineering was irrefutable.

"I have a non-compete agreement. Even if I resign, I can't do this job again." Bell said helplessly.

"Bullshit competition agreement, tomorrow you will be the deputy general manager of Sean Environmental Protection, doing environmental protection work, which has something to do with the steel industry, just hang up a puppet from the steel company, and let the competition agreement go to hell." Sean has a way of evading the law.

This is talent.

Bell was speechless.

"Look at that beauty over there, what do you think she is?" Sean pointed to a woman sitting beside him and said.

"She..." Bell didn't understand what Sean meant, and replied tentatively, "Woman."

"No, I said she was a bitch," Sean said blankly.

Bell: ? ? ?

Sean gestured, and the people around him immediately walked over and said something to the woman, and the woman got up and walked over.

"He said you were a woman, and I said you were a bitch. Who of us is right?" Sean smiled and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and pushed Franklin, who was holding a pile of green, in front of the woman.

"You, you are insulting me!" The woman froze on the spot when she heard it!

"US knife music will never insult anyone!" Sean tapped lightly on a stack of US dollars, and the woman's gaze couldn't be restrained.

There were ten sheets in that stack, and the 1000US knife music made the woman's voice quieter.

Sean picked up his wallet again, counted out ten, and pushed it over.

"The average American salary is about $900 a month, working 8 hours a day, and the hourly wage is less than $5, and here it is, $2,000."

"I don't know what job you do, but I know that many people, many rich people, have some special hobbies."

"You are very beautiful, this is your innate capital."

"If you're willing to put a chain around your neck and leave the other end in the hands of someone who needs it, and be led down the street like a dog, then your hourly rate can go from 5 The dollar breaks through to 500, maybe more, maybe 1,000.”

"100 times, or 200 times, or more!"

"One day, you can earn someone's salary for a year, tens of thousands of dollars, and in a year, you will be a millionaire."

"You can take 1 million to another place at any time to enjoy the life that a rich man should have."

"The world is big, you are very small, no one will remember that much."

"I think it's easier than being a **** and making money."

"It's just a job, to satisfy some people's special hobbies."

"What do you think?" Sean's tone was still so plain, plainly describing the truth of the world.

Sean didn't say a word, and the beautiful woman in front of him swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and her heart beat faster, but after Sean finished speaking, the beautiful woman grabbed the $2,000 on the table and stuffed it into her trousers pocket.

Then he lay down on the ground, his **** was raised high, he climbed twice, and after two 'barking' and 'barking' calls, he raised his head and stuck his tongue out, 'ha', 'ha', 'ha'...

Sean smiled and applauded lightly, "Look, you're very talented and you've done it perfectly, aren't you?"

"So, bye!"

The woman got up from the ground, grabbed the bulging trousers pocket with one hand, showed a big smile at Sean, turned and left the coffee shop quickly.

Bell stared blankly at the woman disappearing at the door, then turned to look at Sean, with a very complicated expression on his face for a while, he couldn't even tell what mood he was in, "You, what a devil."

"Ha, then do you think she will do what I said." Sean smiled noncommittally.

"I..." Bell wanted to say no, but he understood that the woman was tempted.

"She got the money, she was happy, the person who spent the money fulfilled her hobbies, and she was happy, the IRS received a new tax, and she was happy too, women have money, and they will spend a lot of money, Merchants are also happy.”

"Everyone is happy, so why not?" Sean spread his hands and said with a smile. "Maybe, she will meet her peers on the street in the future, and she will bark at each other."

Having said that, Sean laughed, "There's another business grabber."

"Look, nothing in this world can't be changed." Sean pulled the topic back, looked at Bell and said, "You have the opportunity to control one side, isn't that bad?"

"And, with me standing behind you, as long as you don't break the law, you don't have to be afraid of anything!"

"Huh!" Bell exhaled heavily, "Can I refuse?"

"Of course not."

Bell raised his hand and rubbed his face fiercely. The expression on his face changed from just angry and helpless to serious and focused. He immediately adjusted his state, "So, what does the boss need me to do?"

"I like the way you look professional." Sean laughed.

"Fix the issue of the patent contract first. There is no royalty fee. You can buy out the right to use all the related patents. You have the right to sign the contract."

"Yes." Bell nodded, "The trust committee is a shareholder and does not participate in the actual operation and management. As the vice president, I have the right to sign contracts and have legal effects."

"However, I have to remind you, boss, that the price of this patent cannot be free. If it is too low, it is likely to be invalid."

"I'm not short of money, and I won't play that kind of tricks that don't work on the table. The normal patent transfer fee, I just won't accept that kind of long-term exploitation." Sean said with a big hand.

That kind of contract is like giving the lifeblood to others. When the time is up, the other party may use the method of increasing the royalties or interrupting the contract to completely stop the operation of the company.

Companies with too many rabbits in previous lives have been scammed too much, and they have become freelancers.

"There are still many means to guard against, such as delaying equipment delivery, later training, maintenance, spare parts, etc." Bell is an insider and knows these means well.

"Don't worry about the equipment problem, as long as the contract is legal and compliant!" Sean smiled coldly, his white teeth flashing coldly, "No one dares to take my money and do nothing, and I won't go through any legal channels with him!"

Only then did Bell react, this is not a serious businessman.

Well, there's no sense of ownership here, no one puts themselves in danger for company contracts and other people's affairs.

"In addition, I dig you here, not just for yourself." Sean looked at Bell with a smile, "I need you to take away a mature management team and a complete technical team from here, I don't need any post-training. , repairs, and I'm going to get my steel plant back on track right now."

"time is money!"

"Just let me know if you have any difficulties and I will give you all the support you need!"

"From money to other..."

"clear?"

"I understand!" Bell's eyes lit up, and his spirit changed instantly.

The waist pole is straight for three points.

Damn, how can I feel like I'm a big villain!

but……

It feels so **** good!

After walking out of the cafe, Bell stood beside the road with open arms, looked up at the sky, and opened his mouth, "Ahhhhhh!"

What if he's a vice president?

There are two mothers-in-law on the top, and the people below have their own factions. The company is like a cave full of spider webs. Walking in it, you are **** everywhere.

Now that he was determined to accept Sean's invitation, he felt relieved, and the whole person relaxed.

There is no longer anyone pointing fingers on the head, and there is no need to think about some things or not, and no longer need to look at who's face.

Of course, without the mother-in-law, there is an extra father.

But my father said, "I don't know business or management, but I, Sean, take the word righteousness first, and I will never treat those who do things well. As long as you don't want to betray me, you don't have to do anything. afraid!"

After getting Bell, Sean immediately flashed. As for the contract for patents and equipment purchases, after Bell is done, it will naturally be signed in the name of Sean Steel.

Now Sean is going back to New York!

...

No matter what the bad old man David thinks, the fact that Fidelity Trust deliberately dismantles itself is not fake.

Sean has always been tough, and he can't back down on this.

Although it will be with David's will.

However, when Sean considers problems, he always starts from 'self'.

"Don't think about me doing this, is it any good or bad for others?" In the car, Sean tapped his fingers lightly on his thigh, telling his own philosophy of life, "Before that, think about it first. Think about yourself, think about what's good for you, and then take the **** time to take care of others."

"I can't because one thing is good for people I don't like, then I don't do it. The center should be myself, not others."

"You're called harming others and not benefiting yourself!"

"The boss is right!" Torre nodded in agreement while driving.

The direction of the car is exactly the Fidelity Trust, and Sean is here to smash the field today.

Saul was sitting next to Sean. He didn't quite understand his actions today. Sean naturally wanted to analyze it clearly for him.

Many times, most people will subconsciously do some things that are "harmful to others and not themselves" because of the "emotional" factor.

"Fidelity is not easy to mess with!" Sol still wanted to persuade Sean.

Fidelity was originally founded in Boston in 1946 by Edward C. Johnson II, of which Fidelity United Trust was only a subsidiary of Fidelity, which was later acquired by Wachovia.

In later generations, Fidelity also spun off a Fidelity Investment Group, which became the world's largest fund company, managing more than $10,000 in assets.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the current Fidelity United Trust.

However, Fidelity United Trust also currently manages more than $2.8 billion in assets for settlors.

Whether it is size or influence, it is several grades beyond the current Sean.

It's no wonder that Sol is very worried about Sean's finding fault today.

"The shopping mall is like a battlefield. If I take a step back from Fidelity today, tomorrow, other companies of the same size will **** on my head."

"So, I don't care what the game is between the trust and old man David, whoever dares to drag me into the battlefield, I will make him look good!" Sean said viciously.

It didn't take long for the car to park steadily downstairs in the International Building on the east side of Rockefeller Center.

The door of the extended Lincoln opened, and the bald Lear stepped into the car, "Boss."

"Well, do you remember what I taught you?" Sean smiled and reached out and patted Lille's thigh.

"Hey, boss, don't worry, I remember it all." Lille raised his hand and touched his bald head.

"Well, that's good, I'll see you perform in a while."

"Do not worry!"

"Your mental illness confirmation letter has been opened, let go of your hands and feet!"

Lear laughed.

Outside the car, six big men in black suits and white shirts stood in a hexagon, facing outwards, looking at everything around them alertly.

The Lincoln car door opened, and four big men in black suits with black suitcases in their hands firmly protected Sean in the middle.

That black suitcase is a portable explosion-proof device designed by Sean.

At a critical moment, the entire black suitcase will be automatically ejected by pressing the hand lightly, turning into a bulletproof curtain one meter wide and two meters long.

This thing has applied for an international patent.

There is no such battle when the president travels.

Just two words, afraid of death,

Bah, it's safe!

Not far away, on the roof of the Rockefeller family office, David listened to the secretary's report that Sean was downstairs in the International Building, with a smile on his face, "Hehe, little guy."

The security guard at the entrance of the International Building stared blankly at this scene. Anyone who watched ten menacing black-clothed men rushing towards them would be stunned.

But their duty forced them to come up and stop these guys who obviously didn't come with good intentions.

The two security guards, "Bang" and "Bang", just approached the outermost circle of six, and were immediately pushed out.

Staring at him with murderous eyes, the two security chrysanthemums followed closely, staggering and falling down.

It's good to fall down, it's good to fall down.

It's not that we didn't stop it, we couldn't stop it!

Ten people walked in exactly the same footsteps. In the sound of dong dong dong, two people were left to guard the door again. The two went straight to the direction of the elevator, and the rest protected Sean to the front desk of the lobby.

The elevator opened with a "ding" sound, and the few people standing inside were instantly stunned by the situation in front of them.

The two bodyguards in black beckoned to let the people in the elevator come out quickly. At this moment, even the Americans with the most sense of justice and the most emphasis on human rights did not think about whether to protect their freedom.

The people in the elevator hula-la and ran out. Sean did not enter the elevator for the first time. Instead, the two bodyguards went up first and pressed the floor where Fidelity was located.

They're going to arm in advance!

It's not that I'm afraid of any danger. This is Rockefeller Center, which is almost absolutely impossible.

What Sean wants is a momentum!

It was not until the elevator came down for the second time that Sean got on the elevator accompanied by bodyguards and Sol.

At this moment, the two security guards at the entrance of the building blocked the elevator entrance, and no one was allowed to use the elevator until Sean's elevator stopped.

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The entire first floor of the 33rd floor of the International Building is used by Fidelity United Trust.

As soon as the elevator opened, two black suits with bad faces broke in, which immediately alarmed many people.

The two of them stood at the elevator door with expressionless faces, whether it was good or bad, as long as they weren't blind, they wouldn't be able to tell.

The company's security came up to inquire about the situation, and the two black suits and white shirts didn't answer, standing at the elevator door like robots.

This way, Fidelity's security was at a loss for a while.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Sean's arrival to successfully rescue the security that was lost.

Among the eight black suits lined up on both sides, Sean walked out with a relaxed expression.

Looking around, the staff in the Fidelity office hall craned their necks and looked this way.

Sean walked to the front desk, put one hand on the stage, and looked at the beautiful woman standing behind the front desk.

A group of menacing big men stared at her, and the beauty was completely stupid.

"Beautiful lady, can you tell me which room Phillips works in?"

"Meet Mr. Phillips to make an appointment..." The beauty's voice became smaller and smaller, and at the end she buried her head deeply in her chest.

Shawn shook his head, reached out and pulled out a flower in the vase at the front desk, with a charming smile on his face, reached out and handed the flower to the beautiful woman who bowed her head in panic.

"Can you tell me now?"

The beauty at the front desk took the flower subconsciously and looked slightly to the right, "I won't tell you that his office is in the penultimate room."

"Wow, you're such a good girl who can keep secrets." Sean stood up straight with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll tell that guy Phillips about your secret-keeping behavior."

After all, Sean turned around and left.

Behind her, the beauty at the front desk cried out with a 'wow'.

The bald-headed Lier who followed Sean's eyes widened and clenched their teeth, and their expressions became more and more fierce!

Fake, we are the bodyguards of Mo De's feelings, and we will never laugh!

Gan!

At the door of the office, Phillips' secretary wanted to stop him, but the bald Lear rudely pulled the man away, and then kicked the door open with a 'bang'.

Phillips, who was working, was startled by the sound.

Angrily turned his head to look at the door of the office, and saw Sean swaggering in.

Phillips' pupils shrank slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and he reprimanded loudly: "What are you doing, why did you break into my office!"

With a sneer on Sean's face, he walked to Phillips' desk, stretched out his hand, and swept everything on the desk to the ground, the sound of 'crackling' resounded throughout the office.

After cleaning up, Sean sat slanted on the big desk with only one leg, "Do you know me now, Phillips Creston!"

"Sean, don't go too far!" Looking at the messy floor, looking at the young face sitting on the table in front of him, looking down at himself, Phillips was completely furious at this moment, "This is Fidelity United Trust. , this is not New Jersey, not a place where you can be wild!"

Ha, Sean sneered, raised his little finger to dig his ear, and then flicked his thumb lightly, "And then."

"Get out of here!" Phillips barked loudly, pointing to the door.

"That's it!?" Sean supported the table with one hand, raised his head and smiled.

After a while, when Phillips' eyes were about to burst into flames, Sean finally stopped his laughter, "Aren't you tough, now, show your toughness, don't act like a grudge Move your lips."

Phillips' eyes suddenly widened. This was the first time someone had humiliated him so face-to-face. He clenched his fists tightly, wanting to punch Sean's face full of ridicule.

If not already over 50 years old.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" A shout came from the corridor outside the door, and the management of Fidelity United Trust finally got the news and rushed over.

It's just that Lear and a few people blocked the door, and these old men who could only talk to each other couldn't rush in, so they could only shout outside.

As for company security...

Uh, two security guards have already been placed at this time, and I can't get up from lying on the ground.

"Let them in." Sean said after tilting his head and looking out.

X Security's people made way, and the president of Fidelity walked in with a few people~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Looking at the messy floor and Sean sitting on the desk, the faces of several people turned extremely ugly at the same time .

"What's the matter? Who is he?" The president walked over to Phillips and asked in a low voice.

The person who dares to make trouble here will definitely not be a small role, the president must first find out the background of the person who comes here.

Seeing this, Sean smiled, jumped off the desk, walked to the sofa to the side, and slammed his feet on the coffee table.

He wants to give each other a space to speak.

Phillips spit fire in his eyes and gasped for a few rough breaths, and then whispered briefly in the president's ear.

Sean Rockefeller!

The president turned his head to look, of course he had heard of this name, the trust managed by Fidelity belonged to the Rockefeller family, how could he not care about that surname.

I just haven't seen Sean.

"It's over." Sean smiled and looked sideways. "Tell me when you're done. How are you going to give me an explanation."