America’s Big Hero

Chapter 282:

"You mean, someone is messing around behind your back!?" Sean sat up straight and looked at Shen Bi with burning eyes.

"It's not accurate to say that, it should be said to be pushing the boat with the current." Shen Bi touched his chin and said, "There should be some people in the real estate group who have quietly exerted their strength behind their backs. Actually, there is no need to overdo it."

"Delay the entry of the National Guard, stir up emotions secretly, increase the exposure of some hostile emotions, etc., or simply end up setting fires in specific places."

"At this time, the whole of Los Angeles is in chaos. The number of people involved in the riot exceeds one million. Under such a large base, it is almost in a state of anarchy. It is impossible to be discovered if you make a small move."

"The sudden intervention of the protective umbrella may have disrupted the plans of many people."

"I bet, someone must be calling you nosy and sick right now behind your back."

Sean gritted his teeth, grandma's, there's no need to look for evidence for this kind of thing, just a free heart proof.

How terrifying the profits are, Sean only needs to think about the reconstruction of shanty towns and the things that have happened during the demolition.

It's **** Los Angeles, the third largest city in the world.

One can imagine how profitable a whole piece of land can be for redevelopment.

As for those companies that have no way to participate, companies and businesses that have suffered losses in this riot, that is your own inability.

Capital does not believe in tears.

"So, you came here to let me take part." Sean decided to let go of the ones that are not there first, and someone pushed them, which has nothing to do with him.

As for scolding yourself.

There are more people who scold you, and you don't care more.

Anyway, don't scold yourself face to face.

It doesn't matter face to face, beat him up!

Sean felt that he must be the most capable of fighting among the rich and the richest in fighting.

"You must be involved." Shen Bi nodded, picked up the tea and took another sip, and then said: "The umbrella has obtained a certain amount of law enforcement power, and Jonas has also come over. According to Huaxia, now is the right time and place. People and people are all taken up, and if you don't cut a piece of meat, you will be sorry for yourself."

"How to do it, also do real estate?"

"Simple, building a building." Shen Bi said with a smile, "There are so many benefits to building a building."

"Building investment can directly turn the corporate accounts into losses, and can legally deduct taxes. If you want to become an international consortium, you can't limit your business to the east coast of the United States. It should be an office building in Los Angeles on the west coast."

"An iconic building is the best advertisement."

"Property is a good means of preservation and investment, especially in an international metropolis like Los Angeles, where money is placed, it will only shrink."

"This time, the city government will definitely carry out a plan to revive Los Angeles, and will re-plan some areas, get a piece of land from the government, or get connected land from individuals, save the problem of demolition, and build a skyscraper , which is much better than your messy investments."

"The richest man in the real estate industry, the richest man in the world today must be the Japanese, Yoshiaki Tsui!" Shen Bi said with some emotion.

"The thing about real estate..." Shen Bi shook his head, "It can boost the local economy and create the myth of wealth the fastest, but it's very harmful."

"Sucking blood, sucking all the folk wealth in the past, and sucking the blood of the next ten years or more, it's strange that the wealth creation speed is not fast." Sean sneered, "However, this has nothing to do with me, making money enough."

"I can't say that either." Shen Bi looked at Sean and said, "Although real estate maintains and increases in value, its proportion should not be too large. Once the market bubble bursts, you will die without a burial."

Many people don't understand why the company has so many assets, and the house prices are falling or not falling, and the real estate is all there. How could the richest man suddenly go bankrupt?

This is because it is inevitable during the operation of the enterprise, or it requires a lot of bank loans to operate.

All relying on its own funds to operate, the efficiency is simply too low, and it will miss too many opportunities.

Under normal circumstances, bank loans require collateral. (The abnormal situations will not be repeated here, 404 still has 30 seconds to reach the battlefield)

During the bubble, a property may be worth 1 billion yuan, and if it is used as a mortgage loan in a bank, it can be loaned to 800 million yuan.

With this 800 million yuan, we can buy more plots and build more houses.

Then there is the infinite nest of dolls, and you can make yourself the richest man in a few years.

Of course, other industries can also be invested.

However, when the bubble burst, a property originally worth 1 billion was suddenly only worth 500 million, and you mortgaged 800 million in the bank.

The value of the collateral is lower than the bank loan, and at this time, you become insolvent.

Either pay off all the loans at once, or at least most of them, and get assets and liabilities back into normal proportions.

Alternatively, the bank will directly confiscate all funds in your account and confiscate your property.

The capital chain is broken, the property is gone, and there is nothing.

A good rich man becomes a bad man overnight.

And those who buy property, the same insolvency, either accumulate losses for decades, or the property is confiscated by the bank.

Yes, I am talking about Tsutsumi Yoshiaki, Japan in 1990.

bie blindly associates me!

I'm not, I'm not, bie is talking nonsense!

As for why things that happened just a short while ago would appear again and again...

The only lesson history can teach is that people never learned any lessons from history - Hegel Xun.

I'm sick, I'm sick...

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"Mr. Tom, we meet again." Sean stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

"Mr. Sean, hahaha, nice to meet you." Tom Bradley walked up directly and gave Sean a big hug.

Sean forcibly controlled his urge to kick out.

Damn it, Lao Tzu's hugs have always been for the fragrant big beauties! ! !

You are such a greasy and fat old nigger, hug you uncle!

If it wasn't for getting information ahead of time in this guy's hands...

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After a few greetings, Sean directly put forward his intention, "After the turmoil in Los Angeles, the city government will start a reconstruction plan."

"Of course, we want to rejuvenate Los Angeles as soon as possible." Tom said with a smile.

If the rich man can come to the door in person, Tom can directly guess the reason.

"What happened in Los Angeles is regrettable. As a person who witnessed all this, I should also contribute to the rebuilding process of Los Angeles." Sean said sounding.

"Oh, Mr. Sean and are you going to invest in Los Angeles, haha, that's great, I don't know where Mr. Sean wants to invest." Tom asked with a smile.

"The Sean Group needs a West Coast foothold to open up, so I'm going to invest in a tower in Los Angeles, an iconic skyscraper."

"A large part of the reason for the turmoil in the turbulent area is poverty and the lack of jobs for the people. Therefore, I plan to build this building here to provide more people with a job opportunity."

"Mr. Sean, what a philanthropist!" Tom grinned and had big white teeth.

He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, a philanthropist or something, a shameless person like Sean would be embarrassed to admit it.

"For the reconstruction work of Los Angeles, the city government has a complete set of plans, and we are going to hand over this work to Mr. Peter Weberrot. Peter was the chairman of the organizing committee of the 1984 Los Angeles Olympic Games. We believe that Peter's experience will definitely make this work a success.”

"But now it's almost the end of the year, the midterm elections are about to start, and work may be busy."

"At the Sean Films party before, Mr. Tom left too early. In fact, personally, I am very supportive of the 'affirmative action'. You know, I have a lot of black friends."

Sean smiled and looked into Tom's eyes and continued: "So, I personally think that Mayor Tom's administration over these years has been fruitful and worthy of recognition, and I will personally invest a sum of money for Mayor Tom's campaign funds. $500,000 donation."

"At the same time, Los Angeles 5 will allocate some resources to cooperate with his Mayor Tom's team."

Afterwards, Sean highlighted the names of several companies.

These materials are all provided by Armstrong Consulting, and they are the properties of Tom and some of his related black donkeys.

And these industries will definitely benefit a lot in the follow-up reconstruction plan of Los Angeles.

Of course, everyone earns money.

Building a skyscraper is an extremely complicated matter, and it doesn't involve too many related industries. Sean doesn't mind sharing a portion of the cake.

With just a few words, Sean and Tom became old friends at once, and with the good cooperation before, it is sure to win a piece of land.

Depends on how Sean chooses.

After a while, Peter Weberlot came in, too, with a thick stack of plans in his hand.

Plans are laid out on the table.

In fact, before at home, Shen Bi and Sean discussed the options that could be selected. There were many main candidates and alternatives.

At this moment, green dots have been drawn on many grounds on the map.

Obviously, these have been picked.

Spicy ratio!

Sean scolded, but anyone who made a move earlier than himself may be one of the driving forces behind it.

He'd been **** curious before, how many buildings were set on fire in a minute during rush hour, that's an exaggeration!

Now think about it, this is a shady!

Black, so **** black!

Compared with them, he is still too kind!

Only kill, don't set fire!

Murder or forced to operate!

"Who was chosen here?" Sean pointed to a sign on the map with a bad expression, which was Shen Bi's main choice.

"Uh..." Tom and Peter Weberoth looked at each other, and it wasn't easy to say.

"It's alright, let's compete fairly." Sean smiled and looked up at the two of them, "As for business, it's up to you to do your best, don't worry, I've never forced anyone to lock up a man!"

"Everyone can sit down and have a good talk."

"I'm a good talker!" Sean said through clenched teeth.

Lao Tzu started a **** riot in Los Angeles, and you **** jumped out to get a bargain.

What the **** is this!

Shaking his fingers back and forth on the map, Sean frowned suddenly, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, always feeling that something was missing on the map.

Touching his chin and looking at it repeatedly, Sean suddenly slapped the table, "I remembered!"

This bang shocked Tom and Peter, they looked at each other, what's wrong with Sean, how can he be mentally ill!

Anyway, it's certain that normal people don't have such a big murderous intention.

Sean's face was full of smiles, he finally remembered what was missing on this map!

There's a **** lack of a Staples Center here!

One of the most famous basketball arenas, and the best arena together with Madison Square Garden in New York, the basketball mecca.

Los Angeles would not be complete without the Staples Center!

Now the home of the Los Angeles Lakers is still in the Great Western Forum Arena. It is actually a bit far-fetched to say that the Los Angeles Lakers are.

Because the Great Western Forum Arena is in Inglewood, which was one of the most turbulent areas before, and there are many black people here.

The previous Los Angeles Lakers game was moved to Las Vegas because of this.

According to normal history, the Los Angeles Lakers will not move to the Los Angeles Center until 1999 when the Staples Center is completed.

It's close to Hollywood, it's the real center of Los Angeles, and it's where I took off and reached the summit!

An irresistible impulse occurred in Sean's heart!

Staples Center, mine!

No, Sean Center!

Staples English is Staples, itself is English.

If you can be called Staples, why can't you be called Sean!

Damn, Sean Center is about to be decided, no one can stop it, not even Jesus!

"Here!" Sean focused heavily on the map, "I want it!"

As soon as this idea came into being, it was like a raging wildfire, and it kept hitting Sean's mind.

Tom and Peter looked at each other, Sean is crazy, this place is also a popular place, not far from the place Sean just fancy.

It was also spotted here.

However, forget it, let these rich and powerful families communicate on their own, the two politicians are not suitable to be involved.

Just as Tom was about to open his mouth to reveal the information about the person who booked this place, he heard Sean continue to say, "I want both places!"

"what!!"

"Sean, this is out of order!" Tom frowned.

Sean raised his head, his eyes changed from the previous peace, and he stared at the two with sharp eyes, "Rules? What **** rules! Who the **** made the rules!"

"Give me a **** explanation, what the **** is a rule!"

Sean's eyes were a little red, and the two people staring at them were breathing for a while, and a pressure was overwhelming.

"The government wants to rebuild Los Angeles, then put the land up for auction!"

"Since you're going to operate in the dark, don't tell me any rules!"

"I want to build a building on this land, and here I want to build a stadium!"

"Now, tell me, here and here, which **** guy did it in advance!"

Peter Weberroth couldn't hold back the murderous aura on Sean at once, and he said it smoothly, "Bertram Bain, Cyril George."

After saying it, he breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time felt very embarrassed, his face flushed and became very ugly.

For a politician who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, it is too embarrassing to surrender so easily.

Sean glanced at Peter and Tom with no expression on his face, reached out and took out the checkbook from his pocket, and tore off two of them under the astonished eyes of the two.

The expressions of the two were very strange for a while, and they understood something, but when they saw Sean's actions, they became confused again.

I saw Sean bring a pen and write a line on the back of the two checks, a line of Chinese characters that they couldn't understand.

However, they can understand the string of numbers above, 500,000!

Half a million!

With no expression on his face, Sean pushed the cheque directly in front of the two of them, "Someone will contact the two of you to choose what form, where and what currency you want the money to be presented in."

"so……"

"Anything else?" Sean looked at the two of them blankly.

Tom and Pete looked at each other, and with a simple flip of their hands, the two written cheques on the table disappeared.

As if it never happened.

"Mr. Sean is joking. It is because of noble people like you that Los Angeles will develop so well. On behalf of all Los Angeles people, thank you for your great contribution to the reconstruction of Los Angeles." Tom's face became a smile. chrysanthemum.

Instead of laughing like a big villain, Sean smiled and nodded at the two of them, "I'm really sorry, I just got a little irritable because I thought of some unhappy things, I hope you two don't mind, I'm still the same person. It's very easy to get along with!"

"Of course, of course." The two nodded in succession, with a sincere expression on their faces.

Anyone who comes up will give $500,000 to one person, and everyone will think that he is very talkative.

Is that cursing?

It was a roar to society, it was emotional catharsis, it was...

Can't make it up!

Anyway, it sounds good!

If you scold you, scold more.

"Well, I'll be here today. I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first. When I get back, I'll have a drink for the two of you." Sean said, stood up, tidied up his suit, nodded slightly, turned around and left.

It wasn't until Sean went out that Tom laughed, "This is Mr. Sean, really..."

Speaking, Tom shook his head, unable to find a word to evaluate for a while.

"The other side?" Peter said, slightly worried.

"We are the city government of Los Angeles. What we have to consider is how to make the reconstruction work better. As for where and who will build it, what does this have to do with us?"

Tom smiled and patted Peter on the shoulder, "What we need to focus on is how to start and how to end, not how the process is completed."

"Okay." Peter sighed.

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"Give me information on two people, Bertram Bain, Cyril George, native of Los Angeles."

"Okay, I'll send a fax in ten minutes."

Not long after, there was a typing sound on the fax, and the fax paper came out little by little, with dense words on it.

"Thorn La" tore down the fax, and Sean looked at it a little bit.

Bertram Bain, 52, a real estate developer in Los Angeles, or California, whose main business is in Los Angeles.

The business scope includes the development of residences, apartments, and property management.

The company's assets are around 800 million US dollars, and the personal assets are around 150 million US dollars.

The following is a dense collection of Bertram Bain's main experiences from his youth to the present, the illegal incidents he suspected to have committed, his relationship network, and finally family members, main experiences, and illegal incidents.

Sean watched from one side, and the fax machine rang again on the other side, this time with Cyril George's information.

It is good to have Armstrong Consulting Company. This information is detailed!

Sean gently stretched out his hand and flicked the information on his hand, "Norris, prepare the car!"

After half an hour...

Several cars appeared in front of a restaurant.

The two bodyguards walked in front, stretched out their hands to open the door of the restaurant, and with a top hat covering most of his face, Sean stepped in.

In the restaurant, the waiter greeted him, "Hello sir, welcome."

The bodyguard stepped forward, took out a $50 bill and shoved it directly into the waiter's hand, then gently pushed it on the waiter.

The waiter wisely turned around and moved away.

Sean walked in without even looking.

In the restaurant, a man who was eating stood up and silently led the way, and Sean followed directly.

When Sean set off, someone had already stepped here.

Although it is customary to eat here at noon whenever Bertram Bain comes to work at the company every day, Sean doesn't want to miss out.

All the way to the second floor, the person leading the way pointed to the door of a box and stood aside, a bodyguard stepped forward and pushed open the door directly.

There are four people in the room.

Bertram Bain was sitting at the dining table with one person eating, while the other two bodyguards sat on stools by the door.

Los Angeles is not so peaceful. The rich have bodyguards around them.

The door was suddenly pushed open, Bertram Bain raised their eyebrows and looked over, and the two bodyguards stood up straight, with vigilant expressions on their faces, and took a diagonal step to block most of the door.

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"Sir, you went to the wrong room!" a bodyguard said in a serious voice.

"Mr. Bertram Bain, I don't think I went into the wrong room," Sean said with a chuckle.

"I don't remember knowing you, the gentleman who rushed in." Bertram Bain said with a frown, "You are very rude!"

"Hehe, let me introduce myself, Sean."

"Sean?" Bertram Bain repeated suspiciously. There shouldn't be too many names for Sean in the United States, like Tony, John, without a surname, the ghost knows who it is.

Seeing Bertram Bain looking over, the people next to him also shrugged, and the bodyguard stood in the middle with a vigilant look on his face, unable to see what Sean looked like, so naturally he couldn't recognize him.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost, you are not welcome here." Seeing that the boss behind him didn't say to let people in, the two bodyguards stepped forward and blocked the door directly, and one of them reached out and pushed towards Sean.

"Really..." Sean took a step back, "Why can't you just talk properly."

Two black muzzles suddenly appeared from behind Sean, directly pressing against the chests of the two bodyguards.

The faces of the two bodyguards immediately stiffened in place, not daring to move, and the eyes on the opposite side were full of murderous intent.

This kind of murderous aura cannot be seen, but it can definitely be felt, especially when the other party deliberately releases it.

The two security muzzles went up and hooked their fingers, and Bertram Bain's bodyguard walked out slowly with a stiff body.

"Hey, hey!" Bertram Bain saw the two bodyguards stiffen and then walked out stupidly. He suddenly felt wrong and stood up after shouting twice.

Sean Shishiran walked in, and the door behind him was closed with a sound of 'Peng'.

"You!" Bertram Bain's heart rate soared to 160 in an instant, as if his heart was about to jump out, he forced himself to remain calm, but his face was full of alertness.

"Let me introduce myself again, Sean, Sean Rockefeller," Sean said, taking off his hat and throwing it on the seat beside him, walking to the dining table, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Bertram Bain stared at Sean's young, over-the-top face, which made him forget the two bodyguards completely.

Mom, this kind of bodyguard doesn't work at all at critical moments...

It's not right. Suddenly being controlled by someone, it scares me enough.

Shit!

"The name Sean is really not well-known, and no one knows it at all."

"Sit down, don't be so polite, I'm just here to talk to you about business." Sean shrugged, raised his hand and pressed it with a smile, "I just never thought that you would be so... vigilant."

Bertram Bain sat down on the chair, his face very ugly.

You say it like it's my fault.

Is this my vigilance?

You suddenly broke in, and you knew I was here, how did you know my whereabouts?

No matter how you look at it, you are monitoring me, obviously with bad intentions, and anyone else will be vigilant!

It's just that I can't say these words, it seems that I am afraid.

Although scared.

The problem is that it is obvious that business negotiations will take place in a while, so it is not good to lose momentum.

It's very frustrating.

Sean smiled and picked up the glass and poured himself a glass of wine, as if he was the master here.

He did it on purpose, deliberately giving the other party a disgrace.

"This should be the first time we've met, and I'll give Mr. Bertram a cup." Sean became polite again now.

Bertram Bain quickly regained his composure, since it wasn't bad...

No, this guy is definitely a bad guy!

But there shouldn't be any prejudice to myself...

Not right either!

Gan!

In the decades of business, I have never met such a person.

Resisting the discomfort in his heart, Bertram Bain squeezed out a smile, picked up the wine glass and touched Sean.

"I wonder why Mr. Sean came to me in such a hurry?" Bertram Bain implied.

"I'm a little impatient, I don't like to procrastinate, I just do what I think." Sean stared at Bertram Bain and said slowly: "I'm going to make a real estate investment in Los Angeles, and today I'm going to pick a site with the city government. When I was looking at it, I got two spots, one of which I heard that Mr. Bertram also liked."

Bertram Bain did not speak, his brows already furrowed.

"This incident happened suddenly. I believe you, Bertram, also made up your mind on a temporary basis, so you can give it to me under any conditions."

Sean said it very bluntly, and it made people uncomfortable.

Bertram Bain's face darkened.

Who is not a billionaire anymore, let me let you go when you come up, why?

Am I being embarrassed?

"Can't Mr. Sean give way?" Bertram Bain said in a low voice.

"No!" Sean shook his head directly, "So I came to you, and you made a condition."

"My condition is no condition," Bertram Bain said coldly.

"Oh, that's it." Sean still had a smile on his face, no regrets or anger.

He raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass.

After picking up a tissue and wiping his mouth, he stood up, smiled and nodded at Bertram Bain, then turned and left.

Bertram Bain watched Sean open the door and walked out, subconsciously raising his hand to want something, but the door was closed with a 'bang' at this moment.

"Peng!" Bertram Bain slapped the dining table with a livid face, causing the dishes to vibrate.

That is to say, this is a high-end restaurant. The table material is very good, and it is very heavy and sturdy. If it were a small shop like Hong Kong Island, it would be overturned directly.

If you refute me one sentence, if you refute me one sentence, I will talk to you!

"Can he do business with this kind of person? Ah, can he do this kind of business!" Bertram Bain roared at the people around him in an aura.

"What a bargain!"

"Is this person sick, he suddenly broke in, suddenly asked me to make concessions, and suddenly left!"

Bertram Bain really didn't want to talk about it at first, he was just getting angry.

A dignified billionaire, who is in his 50s, was startled by a junior who broke in. If he agrees directly, he can talk. Where can he save his face?

Young man, don't be too angry!

Rejection is inevitable!

This matter can only be discussed when Sean finds someone to clear up the relationship and give him face.

But Sean really didn't say anything, and his expression didn't change. After he got up and left, he suddenly regretted it.

Indeed, just as Sean said, the riots in Los Angeles suddenly broke out, and everyone intervened on a temporary basis, and everything planned was just an idea in their minds.

But there is no plan, there is no plan, the cake cut from the poor ghost must be divided first.

As for how to eat it in the end, frying or frying, that's another plan.

Sitting next to Bertram Bain was another shareholder of the company, and the two were eating and talking about how the land was developed.

A plot of land that has not been decided on how to develop it, or to be more precise, has not been started at all.

It's just a tacit understanding in private.

It is not impossible to develop in a similar place, as long as Sean gives enough compensation, or cooperation is no problem.

The United States is not a rabbit, and it does not mean that the geographical location is good and it will definitely develop.

American folk customs are too simple, and whether they can develop depends on who is active here, how public security is, and many other factors.

It's like Inglewood, not far from downtown Los Angeles, and teams such as the Forum Arena on the Great West Road and the Los Angeles Lakers are here, but the land prices around here just can't develop.

Too many black people.

Before waiting for Bertram Bain's partner to say anything, the door was opened again, and two bodyguards stood at the door with embarrassed expressions.

"Get out!!" Bertram Bain snarled with his mouth wide open.

He was going to be **** off by these two bodyguards!

Lao Tzu pays you such a high salary to support you, and this is what you do at the critical moment?

He was taken out before his fart came out.

Not as good as Murdoch's bodyguard!

At least Murdoch knows how to resist a few times.

Although it's useless.

Murdoch: ? ? ?

Does this work on me too?

The two bodyguards were also wronged. It's my fault. They put their guns on our chests.

"Okay, don't be angry." The partner comforted Bertram Bain. "Young people, it's all like this. If it doesn't work once, let's talk about it next time."

"Do you think he wants to have a good talk?" Bertram Bain snorted coldly and said worriedly: "I am afraid that he will interfere with it and start negotiating with nearby residents to buy land in advance. "

"Not necessarily, as he said, he is an impatient person." The partner thought for a while and said.

"I hate this kind of sudden intervention!" Bertram Bain looked irritated.

According to the design of the people who share the cake, the purchase of land is handled by the Los Angeles City Government~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The reason is also simple, the poor have the cunning of the poor, and besides, not all the poor here, those merchants, households The owners are just not as rich as they are.

If major companies buy land, some people will definitely feel that they can take a bite.

Nail households, if you want more money, you can understand.

There are as many nail households in Laomei, and some are even more invincible.

An 85-year-old old lady, the land does not exceed 100,000, and the developer gave 1 million, but she will not sell it!

The old lady participated in World War II and was an Allied spy. She was captured by the Germans and then escaped. Later, she established an orphanage in Europe to help refugees. After her mother got old, she returned to the United States to take care of her.

During the interview, the old lady said, I don’t have a few years to live, and I have no children and no daughters. No amount of money will help me. This house was left to me by my mother. It is a memorial and sustenance. .

Therefore, everyone tacitly prepared to hand this over to the government to rebuild Los Angeles, redevelopment, and government compensation.

After all, the riot is a disaster and an accident. The reconstruction time will not be short, and the commercial value is difficult to calculate. Therefore, under the oppression of the city government, the price will not be outrageous.

Americans are more likely to play with public opinion.

If Sean suddenly hits the bar now, just buy the next few pieces of real estate and land...

The Strongest Nail House was born.

However, it is obvious that Bertram Bain's pattern is small.

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"Let people come over. Anyone who walks will leave traces. I don't believe Bertram Bain has not intervened in this. Find them."

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Calvin is over, I thought it would be ten thousand, but the remaining 1200 words were not squeezed out.