Los Angeles in the early morning.

Beverly Hills is located on the outskirts of the city and is flooded with light.

In the garden of Old Man Han's villa, the gardener was busy sweeping the fallen leaves, and everything had to be done before the owner of the manor went out, and Adolf Butler said that this would affect the beauty of the garden.

The maid made breakfast, looked at the wall clock from time to time, did not hear the housekeeper's instructions, covered the plate with a silver lid to ensure that it was warm, and when it was cold, she could only eat it herself or pour it out, because the taste would be wrong.

Everything is going on in secret, they are hardly seen in normal times, Adolf butler requires them according to the most demanding European manor etiquette, these people have no complaints, Los Angeles wants his own well-paid and decent job, can line up from Beverly Hills to Santa Monica Beach, and the fool will let go.

The middle-aged man in a suit, stuffed the tip into the young man's hand, hurried to the villa with the newspaper in his hand, ironed the newspaper with an iron, selected it in order of importance, saw a title and shook his hand, hurriedly placed it on the dining table, carefully looked at the position, felt that it was not crooked, trotted to the courtyard to find Adolf's butler, and told the contents of today's newspaper.

Old Adolf's butler asked him several times if it was true, and walked quickly back to the villa to the second floor, and after a few seconds, knocked on the door, "It's me, Adolf, I think there's something I need to tell you, sir." ”

The old man was brushing his teeth, wearing pajamas, and opened the door and asked him, "What's the matter?"?

"About the Los Angeles Times in the morning, it ran your grandson's news on the front headlines. ”

Hearing this, I almost swallowed the toothpaste foam, went into the bathroom to wash up, threw the towel to wipe my mouth on the cabinet by the door, and asked, "Where's the newspaper?"

"Old place, I was in a hurry to tell you just now, I forgot to take it!"

"The Los Angeles Times is controlled by Bank of America and Citigroup. The Bank of America's California consortium is getting more and more presumptuous!"

"What's wrong with them?" Han Xuan opened the door, dozed off and asked, twisting his waist, the bed was too soft, and he slept sorely.

"You're on the headlines of the Los Angeles Times!"

The old man walked downstairs quickly, not knowing the content for a moment and not feeling at ease for a moment. "Go and wake Anya up, come down later"

Han Xuan scratched his head, confused.

Living in the United States for so long, you can not know that the president's name is Clinton, but you can't not know that a group of consortia led by the top ten conglomerates are the real controllers of the United States.

During World War II, the California consortium relied on arms to rise, and was subdivided into the Bank of America Group, the San Francisco Group, and the San Francisco Group, and each company held shares in each other and supported each other. and the southern consortium to form an alliance to compete with the old northeastern consortium.

In the seventies, it once ranked third among the top ten consortia with $167.1 billion, and over the years, the main business, Bank of America, has been controlled by the Morgan consortium and the First Citibank consortium, and its strength is far less than before, and it has been ranked at the bottom, even so it should not be underestimated.

It's just that they are a union, and the power of many people is dispersed, and when they are in danger, they are all strong when they are united. Usually I fight all day long.

I couldn't help but be a little stunned, it wouldn't be in this behemoth. Someone is eyeing his home, he came to the first room in the corridor and knocked on the door, and Anya's voice came from the room, "Let me sleep for a while!"

"Lady Cecilia isn't here, didn't she say I'm going to read your comics, I'm up for breakfast!" Han Xuanle exclaimed, "I'll go first." Hurry up!"

I trotted downstairs and met the housekeeper and they said hello and said a few good mornings.

On the chair in the dining room, the old man was holding a newspaper, and his face was not very good-looking.

Adolf Butler stood behind him. Seeing the boy, "I'm going to bring breakfast." ”

Han Xuan approached and looked at the Los Angeles Times, and the photo was taken yesterday at the opening ceremony in San Francisco.

The first thought was how to get fat after being on camera, and then I felt speechless, and the big black headline read: The successor of the SOS supermarket empire!

The editor's name is Laura Colvin, and she writes: "The SOS Group, which originated in Los Angeles, has recently embarked on a series of moves not only to expand massively, but also to other countries.

According to the information released by the Italian government, the controller of this supermarket group will invest 200 million US dollars in Italy to build a new SOS convenience store in exchange for the famous local car brand - Maserati!

It is not difficult to see that this is a sign that SOS Group is preparing to enter the automotive industry? In the automotive industry, a supermarket group is actually preparing to do it? I was shocked when I heard the news!

When collecting information, I accidentally found out that it was still in contact with Ford Motor Company and was about to buy their Aston Martin!

What surprised me the most was that both were being acquired in the name of the same company, Snow Mountain Investment Company, a company that had only been established for a few months, with an account of more than two billion dollars, and was fully controlled by Mr. Han Qi's grandson, an eleven-year-old boy named Han Xuan.

For more than half a month, I have been collecting information about this company, and the results shocked me!

Some time ago, Mr. Han Qi, president of SOS Group, quietly delisted East West Bank, and now this bank serving the Chinese is listed under the name of Snow Mountain Investment Company, I don't know what happened in the middle, but it did happen.

Check the information again, this 11-year-old Chinese boy, who is now a sophomore at Brown University, in addition to these companies, recently bought a 17-square-kilometer piece of land in Silicon Valley to form an IT company called Hope Technology.

The most unbelievable thing for me is that when he was a little older than he wrote a novel, it was the recent global hit "Harry Potter", I don't know how a child of a few years old would have the ability to create such a good work, and he was still in an Ivy League university, but thinking of his grandfather ......"

Other companies such as Starbucks and Bloomberg are still being acquired, and the other party did not write it, seeing that the words are full of distrust of themselves, and secretly put their views on the fact that the old man is illegally transferring assets, Han Xuan is so angry that he wants to scold his mother!

"Shit, shit! When an enterprise develops to a certain stage, it is a common practice to resist risks in many aspects, what does it mean that I don't do my job!" Old Man Han slapped the table and shouted, "Do they collect taxes if the money is left in their hands?"

"To know so many things, but to write them in a misleading way, this is to pour dirty water on us! Several companies are still buying! They are still messing up and finishing? Who says at what age you can't write!?"

The grandfather and grandson jumped to their feet in anger, and Adolf's butler came to the door and said softly: "A group of reporters have come from outside the manor, do you want to drive them away?"

"Hurry! No, I don't know what it will develop like if I don't explain!" the old man took a deep breath, "I won't eat breakfast, I'll go up and change my clothes, and you tell them to wait a few minutes." ”

Anya stood by the door, sensing the atmosphere in the restaurant, and whispered to Han Xuan, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I was bitten by a dog. Han Xuan squeezed out a smile and asked Butler Adolf to bring her breakfast, his face was uncertain, and he looked at the old man: "Was it the person from the tax bureau who poked it out yesterday?"

“…… Leave it alone, let Lopez take you out first, and I'll clear the news, Adolf, and get in touch with a few assistants in the company and ask them to come over!" (To be continued.) )