Chapter 94: Yamamoto's Calculations
The sound of "bang" collision sounded, and I gently tasted the sweet and astringent on the side of my mouth, mixed with the unique refreshing bubbles of carbon dioxide, and the aroma was intoxicating. In the dim light, Smith felt as if he had been a child, when his parents often took him and his brother to various parties.
But I don't know when, the world changed, and he was ordered by his father to leave the family and go his own way. Isn't that bad? Maybe that's the best outcome? He kind of understood his father's love for him, the venerable old man had been silent for a long time, and maybe no one could guess what was going on in his head, but he was a businessman, and with his instincts, Smith felt that Yamamoto was going to bet.
Life is like a gamble, no matter at any time, in fact, a chip and 100 chips The final result is the same, because a gamble can only be a bet, whether you are poor or rich, you must be ready to buy and leave, Yamamoto is already very old, that is to say, in terms of his experience, he can almost smile half of Manhattan, suddenly the old man's face changed, still the same smile, but with seriousness in the smile.
"May I ask something?"
Smith waited for Yamamoto to speak, "Excuse me, Mr. Yamamoto, I swear by God that I will tell you everything I can say. β
Yamamoto's hands were slightly crossed, his pupils constricting, proving that the questions he wanted to ask were important to him, so it still seemed a little unnatural at his age. If a brilliant psychologist would certainly say here that Yamamoto had entered a state of almost hyperactivity, he tried to cover it up as deliberately as he could with his will.
"Is the cultivation of the truth mentioned by the umbrella company really feasible? I have heard a lot of legends in Huaguo, and you can even live forever if you become an immortal, are you so-called cultivation lovers?"
Bit and Smith looked around, and Yamamoto waved his hand at them and nodded.
Smith said, "I don't know if you can live forever, but you can cultivate." β
Yamamoto's eyes brightened at this time, "Is it okay for me to join your organization?"
"Of course, if Mr. Yamamoto is a cultivator. β
Yamamoto slowly took out a checkbook from his bosom, wrote one, handed it to Bit, and said, "This is 200 million US dollars, which is my reward for helping me through the most difficult time of my life." β
Bit felt a little at a loss with the $200 million in his hand, he didn't expect Yamamoto to thank the two with such a big hand, and he didn't expect this old capitalist to be so generous.
But the shrewd Smith sensed something, took out a piece of paper from his leather bag, handed it to the elegant Mr. Yamamoto, and said, "Please use your blood and press your fingerprints, and you will be a core member of our umbrella company." β
"This, this, Freemasonry? Yamamoto took the paper with trembling hands, cut his fingers without hesitation, and pressed the fingerprints.
When Yamamoto pressed his fingerprints, he seemed to understand, and any haze in his heart seemed to dissipate at once, not only shock, but also confidence in the umbrella company. He felt like a rule had appeared in his mind, telling him what he could and couldn't do. He didn't believe in miracles before, but this time he did.
Nodding, Yamamoto wrote another check for 100 million and handed it to Smith, "This is my membership fee for joining your company, if there is a need in the future, as long as the old man does it, just ask." β
Smith took the check, "So, about drug promotion?"
"Haha, of course it's on me, I'll go to a few of my old friends tomorrow, those old guys are not much better than me. β
This gamble Yamamoto didn't know whether it was right or wrong, but Yamamoto felt that this umbrella company was not only right what he saw in front of him, maybe, yes, maybe this company would soon be the hegemon of the world, and all countries would tremble because of his existence. And he gambled on a small mud company, and perhaps his receipt was not just a gold mine, but a window opened by God.
Two weeks later, the Pentagon. "What? You didn't investigate wrong?"
"Mr. Minister, we can't go wrong with our internal reporting in a company. β
"Umbrella companies, in just 10 days, 37 giant companies in the United States have lent $17 billion to the umbrella companies? God, what's wrong with these companies? Are they all connected to the umbrella companies? If that's terrible. Baker, pick me up at the White House, I'm going to talk to Mr. President right now, right now, right now. β
President Hill is leaning back in his boss's chair, playing with paper airplanes, which is also a kind of self-leisure sport at work. Watching one by one fly out of the window and land on the lawn outside the window makes me feel extraordinarily comfortable. How can he not be comfortable, now the whole of Europe is in his own hands, and he must look at his own face, because Wall Street in the United States is really too strong, if a heavy economic bomb is detonated, it is estimated that the entire European economy will be in recession for at least 15 years.
And Russia, this bear-like brainless guy is now dying, the international oil price is firmly controlled by its own major consortiums, has been waving the stick of sanctions against this stupid bear for many years, and now the new revolution is being planned in his hands, and I believe that it will soon give this stupid bear a fatal blow.
The only headache is Huaguo, who let their motherland also develop in debt? Let those yellow-skinned monkeys laugh with a blank piece of paper in their hands that will never be of any use. At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency. β
Hill looked at the nasty phone call impatiently and said, "Who? Don't you know if this is my lunch break?"
"It's the Minister of Intelligence, Bond. β
Picking up the phone, Hill smiled and said, "Hi, my Excellency Minister Bond, don't forget to have lunch at this time, I remember your stomach is not very good." Do you want to put down your work, you have to give those young people a chance, right?"
"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your concern, but I'm sorry to disturb your rest, I have to report this matter to you. β
"Well, what's the matter?" my friend said slowly. β
"Through our spy agents in the consortium, the tentacles of the umbrella company have now extended to nearly 40 giant companies and consortia in the United States, and just yesterday, 37 consortia have injected more than $17 billion into the umbrella company."
"What? 37 mega-corporations and consortia? Wait, Bond, you said I'm holding a pen here, what are they? β
Looking at the consortium in front of him, or the sweat of the giant company Hill slowly flowed down, it was too terrifying, it was really terrifying In just ten days, this guy has become the fourth largest force in the United States.
He has led industries that cover all walks of life in the United States, and these companies have subtle ties to the umbrella, such as the American Service Oil Company, the Mud Consortium, and the Rich Farm Corporationγγγγγ And so on and so forth.