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so similar.

Calling the secretary in, David narrowed his eyes and ordered: "Get Sean's biological information and make a DNA copy."

The secretary glanced at David secretly, but didn't think much about it. Seeing that the boss had no other instructions, he turned around and walked out. Just as he opened the door, he suddenly heard David's voice again, "Forget it, there's no need to do it."

David closed his eyes, leaned on the sofa a little tiredly and waved.

Unable to figure out what the boss was thinking, the secretary honestly walked out.

Forget it, it’s troublesome whether it’s real or fake.

After all, they are all my grandchildren.

David sighed, feeling a little irritated. The main reason was that his son and grandson were really not up to par. They were not qualified to manage such a large family or steer the Rockefeller Foundation.

Otherwise, why would David be upset?

He would rather have several children fighting against each other like the five brothers did back then, than like what they are doing now.

Then he wouldn't look at Sean and think of the romantic affair back then.

However, I really miss it.

That is to say, Sean who came downstairs at this moment didn't know what the old man was thinking, otherwise...

Otherwise it doesn't matter.

Sean got into the car, Torre stepped on the accelerator and the vehicle started slowly. Saul, who was sitting next to him, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is everything okay?"

"Of course it's okay, otherwise!" Sean laughed, sat back on the back chair, reached out to open the small refrigerator in the car, and took out a bottle of red wine.

"You are so brave that you even dare to plot against Mr. Rockefeller." Saul asked in disbelief.

"What are you afraid of? The old guy has to admit it even if he admits it, and he has to admit it even if he doesn't. I don't believe that the old guy has the nerve to swear that he didn't instigate this matter." Sean poured himself a glass of wine with a proud look on his face and raised his head.

Just a big mouthful.

"You are really crazy. You pretended to be greeting you at the door by Mr. Rockefeller. Fortunately, he happened to come downstairs, otherwise..." Saul shook his head, with a look of fear on his face.

"Otherwise, what the hell!" Sean said, "I'm just playing a one-man show, so what!"

"Can those people outside break into the Rockefeller family office to see if old man David is really in the lobby?"

Sean snorted, "People only believe what they want to believe!"

"As long as I shout at the door, the rest doesn't matter, they will complete the scene in their minds!"

"Can anyone believe that it was a performance by me!?" Sean raised his elbow and pressed Sol's shoulder carelessly, "Can you believe it?"

Sol opened his mouth and looked at Sean like a monster, "I don't dare, I don't dare to act!"

"Then it's over. No one would believe this even if it gets spread."

"I can't believe it!" Sean chuckled.

Thor rolled his eyes, "There's nothing you wouldn't dare to do."

Today he has gained some experience. He has negotiated so many times, and this is the first time he has seen Sean negotiating like this. They were messing around from beginning to end, but the Fidelity group was helpless.

"Do you think those people at Fidelity are really that scared?" Saul was still a little worried.

"All capitalists are paper tigers!" Sean shouted loudly while holding a goblet.

"You are the capitalist!" Sol laughed and cursed.

"I am different. I am determined to be an entrepreneur."

"Is there any difference?" Sol asked curiously.

"You don't have to pay for overtime!" Sean laughed like a lunatic.

"Let's get down to business!" Sol looked helpless.

"Let me tell you, not only Fidelity, but all those people are just like Santos back then." Sean sneered and continued: "Why didn't those guys talk to me earlier? He just wanted to give me a blow.

.”

"To deal with this group of people, you say you can't defeat them. If you reason with them, they will talk to you about emotions. If you talk to them about emotions, will they talk about humanity to you? If you talk to them about humanity, they will talk to you about reality.

, you talk to him about reality, and he plays tough with you, and you play tough with him, and he tries to reason with you."

"If I dare to talk to him properly, he will talk to me about contracts, business, and reasons."

"So, there's nothing to say. We can't follow their rules."

"Just be tough to the end!"

"Pull them all into the ways I am familiar with."

"Let me tell you something, the older you get, the less courage you get!"

"This trick is useless against young people. It might kill you on impulse, but it's most useful against these old guys."

"It's impossible for them to really fight me to death for this little profit."

"They are already mature capitalists. They have to consider gains and losses and many issues."

"Then you won't consider it?" Sol looked at Sean with a puzzled face.

"Me?" Sean laughed, "What am I thinking about!?"

"I have enough food for myself and the whole family is not hungry. Now I have acquired these in two years, so what if I lose them!"

"I ate it, I played it, I'm not even 30 years old, so what if I lose it all? It will take me another two years to build such a business empire!"

"No matter what, I'm a Rockefeller, so what if you can fucking kill me!"

"cannot?!"

"What's so scary if I can't!?"

"But they can't do it. They are in their fifties and sixties, and they have buried their chests in the soil. They have a family and a family to support. They cannot lose it. Once they lose it, they will have nothing and no chance again."

"So, should I be afraid?!"

Sol looked at the high-spirited Sean with complicated eyes. Yes, it had only been just over two years since he accompanied him to the funeral, and his friend had suddenly become a billionaire.

Don't blame Sean for being arrogant, he has the capital to be arrogant.

All the way back to Newark, when we arrived at the villa, Sean fell down and didn't want to get up.

It sounds like I just stayed out for a few days, but Sean felt that he was overusing his brain and felt extremely tired as soon as he got home.

I barely managed to pull myself together and called Bell Harris, telling him that I had taken care of Fidelity Union Trust and letting him go free to poach people for me.

After the explanation, Sean fell into the bedroom and needed to take a good rest. He didn't want to become 'extremely smart' at a young age. That would be too bad.

After resting for two days, Sean only remembered one thing this time. He had not told Hayden about his exchange of interests with David to win the New York City garbage disposal business.

I could have promised before that if Hayden could manage New York State and New York City, he would give him 20% of the steel plant share.

As soon as Hayden received the news, he knocked on the door angrily, "You guy, how can you go back on what you promised!"

"The plan didn't change quickly. How the hell did I know that old man David would let me have a fight with Fidelity." Sean spread his hands, "I can't do it in vain. Of course I have to get some benefits."

"I knew it was the clan leader's order!" Hayden sat down and muttered with his lips curled up.

"Yeah!" Sean just laughed.

"Why are you laughing? What about the thing you promised me?" Hayden was a little confused.

"There are so many things to do, and it's hard to handle them in New York City. Do you know how much New York invests in garbage disposal every year?"

"How much?" Hayden really didn't pay attention to this.

"3.2 billion!"

"So many!" Hayden jumped up, startled, "How come there are so many."

"Nonsense, more than 8 million people poop 4-6,000 tons a day!" Sean glanced at Hayden, "Are you really sure you can handle such a big thing?"

"Then you still let me go!" Hayden's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face.

"I didn't count on you in the first place. If you succeed, if you don't, I'll be down." Sean patted Hayden on the shoulder to express his comfort, "Maybe it's not your fault, you're just simply incompetent."

Hayden: What the hell are you doing to comfort me?

Seeing Hayden's expression, Sean finally couldn't help laughing loudly.

After laughing for a while, Sean said this time: "Well, besides New York City, there is New York State. The population is about the same as New York City. I'll count you half, 10%, how about."

"In other states, you can also think of ways. Let me tell you this. Later, I will expand and upgrade the waste treatment center in New Jersey and turn it into a comprehensive treatment center. The electricity generated by waste incineration will be very large, and the waste that can be smelted will be

There will be more iron."

"Especially those used cars, there are a huge number of them."

"Of course, I won't just count on you, so speed up the progress!" Sean stretched lazily, "I'm sorry if you don't get anything done before my plan is accomplished."

“Business is business!”

"Farke, you damn capitalist, you know how to fucking exploit others, so you should be hung from a street lamp!" Hayden cursed. He really felt the urgency. In just a few days, there was no one in New York.
To be continued...