In the United States. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The poor live in suburban villas, and the rich live in urban apartments.

The two major shareholders of Koch Industries, brothers Charles Koch and David Koch, are naturally wealthy, so they live in a 32-story apartment building on East 63rd Street on the Upper East Side.

The seven floors above the twenty-fifth floor are all Koch's family, equipped with various facilities such as swimming pools, gyms, and cinemas.

The brothers live on the 32nd and 29th floors, and the other children live on other floors, and there are also children who are not taken seriously and are kicked out to live.

From East 61st Street to East 68th Street, Manhattan is a quiet and elegant street surrounded by greenery.

There is no shortage of top wealthy people in the area, such as media magnate Merkdor, Rockefeller family patriarch David Rockefeller, and Lei Shidong, president of Viacom, the media giant that bought Paramount the year before last.

It's this afternoon.

Same as usual, but with a little different.

There was a half-grown boy with dark skin and curly hair, riding a bicycle that was commonly used to deliver newspapers, an army-green bag, and a slanted waist.

On the bike path, I rang the bell and rode all the way to the apartment where the Koch brothers lived.

He got out of the car and parked it, and his movements didn't seem to be very skillful.

Set up the bike, turn around and pull out a light brown document bag from the army-green bag.

The security guards standing at the door, when they saw him coming, laughed and shouted, "Boy!

With a price tag of more than $10 million per apartment and newspaper delivery and delivery staff, it really wasn't the place he should be.

The boy shook the document bag in his hand, and despite his dark skin, his teeth were very white when he smiled, and he replied to the security guard: "A gentleman asked me to help him send this document here."

He was just two blocks away, and seemed to be in a hurry and took a taxi away.

The recipient is called ...... Called......"

His face was full of tangled expressions, which suddenly turned into surprise, clapped his hands and laughed:

"Koch!

David Koch!

Haha, what a hard name to remember.

Give it to him for me, the man said it was a very, very important thing.

My mission is complete, please give me fifty dollars.

The gentleman said he would give me fifty dollars when he sent it. ”

A white security guard who hears the name of the boss.

Walked and picked up the document bag, which was bulging inside, and looked up at it, looking through the sunlight between the branches, as if it was a telephone.

The bag reads "David Koch Collection".

There was no sender's name and no receiving address, thinking that maybe it was someone inside the company, and he tucked the document bag under his armpit.

He stared at the kid and smiled, "Fifty dollars for two streets, you treat me as an idiot, right?"

I really dare to quote indiscriminately. ”

He took out a ten-dollar bill from his breast pocket, handed it to the kid who delivered the letter, and continued: "Take it, it's enough, don't expect me to tip you." ”

"But he really said fifty dollars! I didn't lie to you!

I almost got hit by a bus to deliver a letter!"

A resident who came out of the building looked over the side when he heard the words.

Even though he didn't say anything or express displeasure, the security guards were nervous: "Sorry, Mr. Jim Walton!"

"I'm sorry to disturb you!"

……

The youngest son of Walmart founder Sam Walton, didn't even look at them.

Nodding, he got on the side of the road Ferrari and walked away, and another Mercedes also started, and there should be bodyguards or something inside.

The child before the security guard met stubbornly refused to accept ten dollars, and scolded helplessly: "I have a black heart when I am only a few years old."

I'm only thirty, take the money and leave quickly, in case you disturb others, they are not as good as me, you must know that this building is full of big people.

What's wrong with the world, how pure I was when I was a child, you can send a letter to a candy ......"

From ten dollars to thirty dollars, the messenger took the money with a smile and gave him a handmade business card.

opened his mouth and said: "Thank you, next time you have something to send, just find my first interstellar logistics company in the universe, and I want to open the world's largest logistics company when I grow up!"

"When I was a kid, I wanted to conquer the universe, but now I'm just a security guard.

The reason why a dream is a dream is because it can't be realized, and it's a fart. ”

A bearded man, mercilessly, waved him away, and continued to return to the door to stand and doze off......

The boy stuffed the money and patted it, as if he was afraid of losing it, and set off on his bicycle.

If you look closely, you can find that except for his skin color and hair, his face shape is exactly the same as Han Xuan's.

The creature pedaled, and the bell rang with his fingers.

After riding more than 200 meters, he parked his bike on the side of the road and got into the Rolls-Royce sedan that had been following him.

Several passers-by who saw this scene were about to pop out their eyes......

"Experience the life of our civilians, satisfied?"

The driver, Jason, turned around and asked Han Xuan.

"Well, that's interesting, I think I should be an actor.

The stuff has been delivered, and now it's enough to wait for the call, and I still earn thirty dollars for delivering letters.

Let's go, please eat pizza!"

Earning those thirty dollars is happier than the usual one million dollars.

Han Xuan took off the wig on his head, his expression was beautiful, he used to be Han Xuan, and he finally became an ordinary person like Wang Xuan and Li Xuan just now.

He tore open the bag and wiped his face in the mirror with the wipes inside, revealing the white skin beneath the foundation.

The Rolls-Royce flashed its lights twice and started slowly.

Drive into sparse traffic......

The other side.

The package sent by Han Xuan passed through the special X-ray security inspection facility at the airport and checked that there was no danger.

In just over ten minutes, it was given to David Koch's secretary, and if it weren't for the rare phone in it, their efficiency would definitely not be so fast.

Countless cover letters and invitations were sent every day, and David Koch's secretary was used to it, and he planned to throw it to his assistant to take it apart and take a look at it.

But after listening to the security guard's words, he asked uncertainly, "Mobile phone?

Who sent this?"

"One of the children who delivered the letter asked me for a hundred dollars for the delivery of the letter, saying that the man promised him.

I paid it upfront and the money ......"

The security guard who had given Han Xuan thirty dollars earlier said with a serious expression on his face.

"Don't be black, can you send a letter for a hundred?

When I'm a fool, go and tell the captain myself, get twenty dollars. ”

The secretary took the papers and walked into the room without looking back.

The security guard stopped talking, raised his arm and tried to stop him, but then he couldn't put it down, muttering: "I knew that I didn't learn that kid, and I worked for nothing for two hours today......"

David Koch recently had a fever and was recuperating at home and did not go to work.

When he heard a knock on the door, he said, "Come in."

Smith, just in time to help me get rid of that crow outside the window, it's noisy!"

"Okay, boss.

Someone just sent you something and said it was very important.

There's a phone in there, would I like to show it to you?"

"Cell phone?"

David Koch put on his gold-rimmed eyes, "Give it to me." ”

The secretary, named Smith, placed the file bag on the coffee table.

Koch untied the red thread wrapped around the button and poured out the contents.

The Motorola phone slipped, hit the buttons, and the green light on the screen lit up, along with a piece of paper, half peeking out of the file bag.

David Koch set his phone aside, pulled out the blank piece of paper, and waited until he could see the words on it that were spliced together with letters cut out of newspaper.

Suddenly choked and coughed, as if the lungs were about to cough out, and covered his chest hard!

Secretary Smith stood on tiptoe and saw that it was written: Refinery discharge, if you don't want to expose it, call me.

David Koch was really scared to death, this is one of the company's biggest secrets, and if someone shakes it out, the consequences are unimaginable!

The secretary hurriedly poured him a glass of water: "Boss...... He probably wanted money. “

"What did you do?"

David Koch instantly raised his head and looked at his secretary with a hungry wolf-like gaze...... (To be continued.) )