"Holy shit!!" Sean gritted his molar teeth and said viciously: "No wonder everyone is unwilling to do entities anymore after getting involved in finance. What the hell..."

Sean didn't know how to describe the current situation. The money came too fast and suddenly.

Guilty, very guilty!

He felt so guilty that he couldn't care less that Shen Bi was mocking him again.

"Now if you inject fixed assets from Southeast Asia into Sean Bank, the bank will have the confidence to take some risks and carry out a new round of expansion."

"Are you safe?" Sean trembled when he heard this. This is too unsafe.

"If assets can't be worth several times more in the hands of a bank, then why bother with finance?" Shen Bi looked at Sean with contempt.

Sean raised his hands to cover his face, and said with a look of despair: "Okay, just don't take such a big risk as Feng, just be steady, we still have time!"

"I, Sean, can still make money, but if I can't, I will rob you of it again, right?"

"You guys sound like a crime to me!"

"It's too unsafe and the risk is too great. If this thing fails, won't tens of millions of people be tricked to death by you?"

"You... Sean..." Shen Bi looked at Sean strangely, "Robbery is not a crime, is it?"

"I'm not robbing the poor!" Sean said confidently.

"Robbing a rich person is not considered robbing? You are more abominable, right? You will be hit even more if you rob a rich person's money!" Shen Bi looked at Sean angrily, "You seem to be a good person, we will become Take a look at the bad guy!"

"Yes, you are right!" Sean nodded in agreement, "Compared to you, I am indeed a good person, a huge good person!"

"If nothing else, the public security in New Jersey is much better than before, and how many people have benefited!"

"The northern coastal areas of Colombia, Sri Lanka, and Morocco are all booming now. I have so many people alive!"

"The little things I grabbed were not a big deal to them. They just tolerated it and it didn't cause any major harm at all. But you are different!"

"Damn it, what kind of financial instrument, if you fail now, it will affect the livelihood of tens of millions of people, what a big impact this will have!"

"It won't have much impact." Shen Bi looked away with embarrassment from Sean, "The loss that no one can bear is only half a month's income. If you spread it out, it's okay."

With that said, Shen Bi turned around and glared at Sean fiercely. Shen Bi felt very bad for being despised by such a recognized ruthless villain.

"It's just cutting leeks, right?" Sean rolled his eyes, "Okay, just be careful and help me gain some virtue."

"Be steady, I'll try to find a way to get some more money recently."

"Can we still get money?" Shen Bi looked at Sean in surprise.

"Well, I received news a few days ago that the fighter jet I designed has already rolled off the production line." Sean put the gold on his face without hesitation.

"Can that thing of yours really be sold?" Shen Bi had a troubled expression and a look of disbelief. He was also a World War II veteran. He knew that Sean had modified the old World War II aircraft and took it out now. It was simply nonsense.

"Look at me!" Sean looked incomprehensible!

But before that, Sean still needs to think about a trip back to the United States.

Banks under several large consortiums are also developing credit card business. With their huge financial network and the foundation that Sean has laid, I believe they can catch up soon.

Of course, Sean's credit card machine will sell quickly. It is the most mature product at present, and it can make a lot of money.

However, you still need to prepare some trump cards quickly and play them out before new entrants to the gang catch up.

…

The Golden Palace swooped down from the sky and landed at the New York Airport.

Sean went around to the old man David and complained bitterly that the family foundation was also engaged in credit card business, poaching himself, and it was not the business of a human being.

Complain, throw a tantrum, wallow, no matter what, benefits must be given!

Old man David's head was buzzing with pain. He looked at Sean who was sitting in his office. He didn't have any tricks at all.

"Tell me, what do you want?" Old David asked, rubbing his forehead with a headache.

"Sell me that bank!" Sean Lion said loudly.

"That's impossible!" Old Man David refused flatly.

"Oh my God, is there any justice? Grandpa is poaching his grandson, is there anything left to do?" Sean walked to the door of the office, opened the door and cried loudly.

"Come back here!" Old David had veins popping out on his forehead.

The people in the secretariat outside the door lowered their heads, as if they didn't exist.

"Then you agree to transfer it to me?" Sean turned back, grinning, with a trace of tears on his face.

"This really doesn't work. It's not just Rockefeller's assets. You need another one." Old man David looked helpless. Seeing Sean trying to open the door again, he immediately said loudly: "Listen to me!"

Sean put his hand on the doorknob and looked at old David with a wary expression.

"It's useless if you want to swallow up this bank. In less than a year, Sean Bank has expanded several times, and its bank branches have expanded more than six times. It is already a large financial institution with over 10,000 employees."

Company."

"Now you have serious internal problems, with chaotic personnel, disjointed management, poor communication, and various regions and branches competing for power and profit. If you continue to expand blindly, you will have problems!"

"So?" Sean was unmoved, "What I want is not to raise problems, but to solve them!"

"I will give you a group of banking management talents to stabilize the company. This will be more beneficial than your attempt to seize the family's bank."

Now Sean Banks is like a fat man who is full of anger. He is bloated, obese and slow. He has to exercise for a period of time to lose weight and gain muscle before he can move forward again.

There is nothing we can do about it. Sean Bank has only been developing for a long time and does not have enough talent reserves. This is a common problem that all fast-growing companies must encounter.

Those truly mature companies, even if they have enough people, will continue to recruit people and create talent reserves to avoid insufficient talent when the company expands, or being poached and falling into a situation where no one is available.

This is an internal game between the company and management.

"The family poached me, not me trying to seize the family bank!" Sean corrected with a serious look on his face: "This is the compensation given to me by the family, please understand!"

"Okay, okay, compensate, compensate." Old David extended his hand and surrendered. Rockefeller has been rooted in the United States for more than a hundred years, has a complete system, and sufficient personnel reserves, so he might as well give some away.

If you are always suppressed by people above you and have no way to rise, problems will arise.

This is something that is beneficial to both parties.

Coming out of Old Man David's office, Sean snapped his fingers at Torre in the corridor.

Torre walked in expressionlessly, reached out to open the bag in his hand, took out the gift box inside, and placed one on the table for each person in the family secretariat according to their name.

The people in the secretariat immediately smiled at Sean, and it was acceptable to accept such an honest gift.

Opening the small gift box, there was a bank card and a piece of paper with the password written on it.

Sean's bank credit card has a credit limit of 50,000 and has already deposited 10,000 US dollars in it.

Sean's gifts are always so simple, direct, crude, but touching.

Leaving the family office and getting in the car, Sean immediately smiled. He had already planned to recruit a group of professional talents. Shen Bi had mentioned this to him before.

When it comes to recruiting people on a large scale, Shen Bi cannot do anything for him.

Only utensils and names cannot be faked. - "Zuo Zhuan·The Second Year of Cheng Gong"

However, this matter really stumped Sean. This is not just one or two people. You can just hire a headhunting company to recruit people. The scale is too big and the HR department alone cannot handle it.

We will soon expand our business to Asia, and we must have the kind of professionals who can fight and win.

That was the scene just now.

Of course, asking for people directly is not possible. The meaning of "asking" someone from my family to save my life is completely different from "sending" someone from my family to apologize.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief after getting this urgent task done.

Returning to Deer Island, a group of expectant mothers, those who had already given birth, and those who had received the news in advance and expected to be pregnant pounced on him. Sean fell directly into the gentle land and had to pull out for three days!

The whole person lost weight.

Only children want it all, adults know how to exercise moderation...

Four days later, on the West Coast, at Microsoft headquarters in Seattle.

In the living room, Sean was drinking black tea, and sitting across from him was a young man, the future world's richest man, Bill.

In fact, Sean was a little regretful at this time, as he had not completed the two things he originally wanted to do.

First, take a look at the legendary garage. After meeting Bill and chatting for a while, I found out that the garage is in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Second, he wanted to meet Paul Allen, a playboy with a wide range of hobbies and a fondness for throwing silver parties. He felt that the two of them must have many topics in common. As a result, Paul left the board of directors due to illness in 1984.

(I don’t know if it was due to illness, but I returned in 1990 and left Microsoft again in 2000. If I speculate with the greatest malice...)

Sean, who was too regretful, quickly got down to business with workaholic Bill.

At this time, Microsoft was not yet the company with the highest market value in the world, and Bill was not the richest man.

In 1983, Microsoft's revenue was only 100 million. Microsoft Windows 1.0 was not released until 1985. Bill, who owned 45% of Microsoft's shares, had just over 100 million in assets in 1987.

Of course, this is already the first billionaire in the global personal computer industry.

However, it has just exceeded 100 million, which means nothing to Sean.

"Build a statistical system for credit card machines?" Bill looked at Sean with twinkling eyes.

"Yes, you can watch it after connecting the card machine to the monitor, or you can connect it to the printer to print it out. How about it? Are there any questions?" Sean said with a smile.
To be continued...