"You won't just talk nonsense to me, will you?" Conrad looked at the manor under the lights, after more than a year of renovation, his current estate has an authentic top mansion on fourteen acres, and there is absolutely no second private building in the entire city of Manhattan that can surpass his manor.

Although those old chaebols are richer than him, no one will spend such a large amount of money on such a large piece of land in Manhattan, and with this money, New Jersey can build an airport!

It is also because Conrad is still a Celestial Empire man in his bones, so he is obsessed with buying land and cannot extricate himself.

"The old man called me to inform you, and they are already waiting below." Speaking of business, Norman restrained his hippie smile and said with a serious face.

"I see!" Conrad put the red wine glass in his hand on the balcony and straightened his collar.

"Go and accompany your little beauty, my brother has something to do!"

"Conrad!" Looking at the figure of his best friend about to leave, Norman couldn't help but exclaim.

"What's the matter?" The Duke asked with some confusion?

"What is the old man hiding from me? Why don't you let me participate? Norman felt very puzzled, for more than a year, the elder Osborne had transferred almost all his contacts and networks to his hands, and now Norman can be called a man of his own!

But this time, why did his father sneak to Conrad's birthday party, and by the way, he hid it from everyone, even his own son, who has been kept in the dark until now.

"You know, you know." Patting Norman on the shoulder, Conrad said in the tone of an elder.

"Get out, don't be a senior in front of me!" Norman, who was still full of complaints, suddenly scolded with a smile, and both of them left the question just now!

"Bastard, I'll find out someday!" Looking at Conrad's vanishing back, Norman muttered indignantly.

remembered that two years ago, I still took Conrad to various parties, but in the blink of an eye, the meeting Conrad attended was no longer in the same circle as himself!

Although Norman is open-minded and doesn't have much jealousy, he always feels that he is being compared to the other party, and he is really a little unhappy in his heart!

"I'm sorry guys, I'm late!" Walking through the long corridor, and then opening the triple protection curfew, Conrad came to the conference room on the ground floor.

There are so many things that he can't be known about, so these dozen acres of underground have been completely hollowed out!

But fortunately, the excuse is to prevent nuclear radiation in World War III, but no one doubts anything.

After all, the worldwide crisis two years ago is still fresh in everyone's memory.

"Conrad, you're just in time, we haven't started yet!" Sitting at the top of the list, Linden. Johnson hurriedly said hello, and the familiar tone seemed to be a world friend of the two.

"Sit here!" Old Osborne pointed to the seat next to him and said to Conrad.

"Uncle Osborne, I'll just sit here!" Linden. Johnson sat first as vice president, and then he was on his left and right. Martin and Davidson. Rockson, one of these two guys is the chairman of the Federal Reserve, and the other is the patriarch of the Lockson family, in fact, in terms of actual status, he is even higher than Lyndon.

It's just that everyone is a businessman, and there is no need to compete with each other for a false name, so the two of them sat on the left and right chiefs.

Osborne, on the other hand, sat in Davidson. Below Lockson is the second seat on the left hand, the position he just pointed to, which is the third seat on the left hand.

I don't know if old Osborne intentionally or unintentionally, but Conrad doesn't want to be the first bird now.

If he sits on it with a big grin, it is estimated that the old men sitting below will really hate him to death.

You see this old man who attended the meeting, he is not fifty years old, he is just eighteen, he is already considered to have crossed the ranks, if there is no one in his eyes, it is really hateful!

So he pulled the chair directly over and sat down at the bottom of the table.

"Very good, now that the people are here, then we can get down to business!" Linden. Johnson watched Conrad sit down at the bottom of his mind, a smile on his lips, and then spoke.

"Everyone has seen the latest tax bill, and if you follow that document, I'm afraid everyone here will be affected." William. Martin's eyes sparkled.

"That is, according to that bill, I have to pay at least 300 million more taxes a year!"

"That's right, and what kind of workers' social security contributions? I have more than 100,000 people, according to that calculation, wouldn't I have to pay hundreds of millions every year? ”

"I haven't issued it this day, the bank interest rate is calculated according to the bill, and I will lose millions a day!"

All of a sudden, the conference table simply turned into a grievance meeting, and a group of bigwigs with a net worth of tens or even tens of billions began to cry poor, as if they were about to lose their lives.

Conrad looked at the group of old men with a little speechlessness, and any one here is a stampede Wall Street trembling existence, as for being so shameless to cry poor here?

John. Kennedy continued to die, as he did in history, enacting a bunch of new policies that he said would be of great benefit to the American people.

To a certain extent, those policies have indeed strengthened the support of the people at the bottom for him, but in the same way, those policies have offended all the original bigwigs!

So tonight, I took the opportunity to celebrate Conrad's birthday, and a group of bigwigs who couldn't have met at all quietly gathered together.

And as the liaison between the bridges, it goes without saying that it is Lindon who sits in the first place. Vice President Johnson, Your Excellency!

"I know everyone's distress, I will respond to Mr. President, and please calm down and stay calm." Lyndon's old fox smiled and spoke, but all he said was nonsense.

If Kennedy was willing to listen to others, then he wouldn't have been like this at all, besides, if everyone really wanted to talk to him, wouldn't they go openly, a group of people secretly hid in the basement for a meeting, if there were no bad thoughts, that is, there were really ghosts!

It's just!

This kind of thing can only be done but not said, sometimes some things can be understood, and it is not good to say it!

Everyone is looking at me, I look at you, expecting others to say that.

After all, everyone is a civilized person, and that kind of barbaric method is really a bit out of the table.