The Mississippi River in the United States is the boundary between the eastern and western United States. The world-famous western cowboys used this river as the boundary. The story of the originally wealthy eastern people began to venture into the vast west. The Western Cowboys were the pioneers of adventure at that time.
Therefore, the ancestors of many wealthy people in the West today are descendants of those legendary cowboys. For example, there are still descendants of these people in some large financial groups.
Little Jack was a fan of Western cowboys and was a member of the California syndicate. They were deeply honored by the glory of their ancestors.
But in the face of modern society with great development in the world, there is no other choice but to go to Africa. There is not much land in this world for them to venture out and explore.
Therefore, the adventurous pioneering spirit in the land turned into the pioneering of industry within business. It's just that there are obvious mistakes in the direction that the California consortium has developed in recent years.
First, the banking industry was blocked by the Morgan consortium that controlled First Bank, and even voting rights were taken away. Naturally, the arms business in its own territory began to fail. The arms order in Little Jack's hand was snatched away by the Eastern Consortium, which was just a microcosm of the decline of the entire consortium.
Therefore, he is not the only unlucky successor in the consortium in recent years, but there are several others who are even more unlucky than him. After all, now he at least has a chance to make a comeback, while those people can only live in confusion with the poor relief funds given by their families, and have completely lost the qualification to snatch the inheritance rights.
However, he undoubtedly knows clearly that his so-called comeback opportunity is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger, and he is currently unable to take the initiative. Therefore, whether it was for his own future sake or to make himself safer, he had to add some insurance to himself, so he found Casto, who had been in desperate need recently.
Casto is one of the losers of the consortium who lost its successor. He had been managing the consortium's oil business in the Middle East. Since the consortium's situation in the United States has gone from bad to worse, not only the financial and arms resources have been robbed by the old consortiums in the east.
Some mineral resources and other valuable industries are also being squeezed. Among them, the oil industry of the Middle East consortium is also one of the resources snatched by the established consortium.
So Casto became the scapegoat, holding shares in an oil company that would have brought considerable revenue to the consortium every year. Because the consortium was unable to provide more support, it could only watch it being diluted by other competitors. In the end, he, the former major shareholder, was kicked out.
The consortium actually bears at least half of the responsibility for all this, but in the end it all falls on Casto's head. So Casto, who was only 46 years old and in the prime of life, was forced to retire early and receive monthly relief from the family foundation.
"Hey, isn't this our little Jack? I heard that you were going to be unlucky like me, but suddenly you got another chance to survive by investing in an IT company. You are such a lucky guy." In a dimly lit bar .
The **** on the stage took off his clothes one by one amidst all the whistles and vulgar curses in the audience. Casto was already half drunk, and there were several nightclub girls with heavy makeup sitting next to him. Find a way to take the last note from his pocket.
"Let's talk somewhere. I think you need some money." Little Jack frowned and looked at Castor.
At the same time, the look in his eyes was a little complicated. It seemed that if it weren't for his career reaching a turning point, Castor's current state of eating and waiting for death would be his own result.
"You're right, I need some money. The family's relief fund is not enough for me to rent a house several times." Casto tilted his neck and drank a glass of wine.
He opened his arms as much as possible and wanted to hug all the six or seven nightclub girls in the booth tightly. The prices of nightclub girls also vary. If all the women in front of him were taken away, the little family relief he received every month would not be enough.
Even the money was not enough for him to open a bottle of the best wine in this nightclub. You must know that in the past, he drank the wine casually. He even slept with these women and opened the wine and let them get a commission. It was enough, without having to pay any more. Money.
No matter how hard he tried, Castor, who liked tall women, couldn't hold all six or seven women in his arms, so he could only touch one of them. It seemed that he was stingy and wanted to get back all the money he paid for drinking, and then he followed Jack staggeringly out of the nightclub.
The girls in the nightclub were very knowledgeable and said flattering words in the hope that Castor would come back tomorrow. But no one tried to flirt with little Jack, who was standing next to him and was obviously richer.
Because the frowning little Jack knew at a glance that he was not here to play, and the tall and powerful bodyguards standing behind him made these nightclub girls stay away from little Jack, and did not dare to come forward without any obvious hints. of.
"Do you need a place to sober up?" Little Jack frowned and looked at Castor.
"My body is a little out of control, but my head is still awake." Casto, whose body was shaking and unsteady, pointed to his head.
Little Jack got into the car without saying anything. When Castor followed him to the back seat, a smell of alcohol hit his face, which made him frown again.
But he didn't say anything else. He patted the closed front seat, opened a window, and handed over a folder.
Little Jack slapped the folder in Kerstow's arms, "Sign this document and you can receive $100,000 in living expenses from me every month in the future."
"Can I only receive 100,000 US dollars?" Casto had no intention of reading the documents at all, and seemed a little proud that he could still be sold. After all, with a price tag of 100,000 a month, you can talk about Hollywood female stars. Not to mention it’s still $100,000 per month.
He doesn't think that he, who is now in a downturn, can be as valuable as those female actors in Hollywood. After all, the latter at least has someone to pay for sleeping with him, while he has to pay for sleeping with women.
"Don't be too greedy. This money is not a small amount for you, at least not now." Little Jack frowned.
"That's right. Before you came here, I didn't know that I could still be so valuable. But since you found me instead of a few other unlucky guys, it's obvious that my value should be more than what you gave me." Castor He shook the folder in his hand.
Although his face was flushed and he was obviously still drunk, his eyes were no longer intoxicated and were very bright. Coupled with the well-trimmed mustache on his face even though he was decadent, and the obvious scar on his forehead. His whole person became different from the decadent drunkard just now.
"My goal is to inherit the consortium, so if this thing is done, you can take care of some properties for me in the future." Little Jack looked at Castor and said.
To be honest, facing one of his biggest rivals regarding the inheritance of the consortium, he still had quite complicated feelings when he saw the now decadent Casto.
But it's complicated, and he doesn't have the attributes of a virgin bitch. The reason why I found Casto was because he was indeed a talented person in some business fields.
But this former opponent will be positioned as a talent that he can use in the future. As for inheriting the inheritance rights of the consortium with him, this person will never have another chance in this life, at least he will not give the other party such an opportunity.
"I won't read the file. Can you tell me what it is about?" Castor shook the folder in his hand again.
Just like little Jack knew him, so he came to him at this time and made an offer. Casto, his former rival, also understood his character.
So after Little Jack said that he would help him take care of some properties in the future, Castor knew that this was all the benefit he could get. If there were more, Little Jack would decisively change people, and he would get 100,000 US dollars a month. Eligibility for living expenses is gone.
Working for his former competitor, he was stepped on in vain. Casto's heart is undoubtedly unacceptable, but the current situation has left him without too many choices.
For example, if he still wants to live a stable life and allow his children to receive higher education, he must accept these conditions of Little Jack.
Because once the family takes over the custody and education rights of a child, the child will become a tool for family marriage in the future, which is an inevitable fate.
"Something about the signatures and secret political donations of those responsible before me that I couldn't account for." Little Jack said flatly.
"It's okay to let me take responsibility for the money you swallowed. Anyway, I am already a puddle of mud. Even if the consortium finds out, they will kill me at most. But what does secret political donation mean?
The person you want to support and the person supported by the consortium are not the same person, so you are going to do it secretly yourself? Or do you feel that the consortium can no longer accommodate you and have decided to go it alone, and are you not afraid that I will inform you? For such a big event, the rewards for the consortium will not be small. "
"No matter how great the reward, you can't get back the position of heir to the consortium, unless you can get back the voting rights of the family's financial industry bank, or you make Microsoft completely a cash cow for the consortium. More importantly..."
Little Jack turned sideways and looked at Castor calmly, "Even if you inform the consortium and punish me, I still have the ability to kill you and everyone related to you. But you can't do anything to me. Sample."
Casto watched little Jack looking at each other, and finally Casto stretched out his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, "You're right, I really can't do anything about it, and you can kill me at any time. So... ....Boss, what else do I need to do besides signing this document?”
"Help me manage some shady funds and serve as a liaison between the presidential candidate and me. If this candidate wins in the end, everything will naturally be my priority. If he fails... "
"Understood, as an heir who was abandoned by his family. Having completely lost my future, I felt revenge, so I secretly contacted some enemies who were at odds with the consortium to obtain funds from them.
Not only did he clearly stand up against the consortium on the presidential candidate. He also helps those enemies deal with his own consortium, so he is a traitor who cheats on both inside and outside, right?
However, our current president was just re-elected last year, and his term will last until 2009. Are you sure you still have that long to wait? "
"So what you do next is to pave the way for this matter, such as turning some members of the House of Representatives and even the Senate into our people."
"This will cost a fortune." Castor whistled.
"Don't worry, someone will pay for this, and you can get some unexpected help."
