"Of course." Sean laughed and said: "American dad imported edible oil, 1:1:1 reasonable dietary formula, this is synonymous with nutrition, science and safety, and Indians must like it." ”

"I'm not worried!"

"It's really imported......" the corners of Saul's mouth twitched fiercely, "and with fresh saliva, God, I can't think about it." ”

Thor rubbed his temples helplessly.

"How do they price it?"

"It's just normal pricing." Thor was a little confused.

"A bunch of idiots with curry in their heads!" Sean smiled disdainfully, "In this way, I will give them another product positioning plan to make more money." ”

"You're so kind?" Thor looked at Sean with some confusion.

"What is this called, I have always been a good person." Sean rolled his eyes, organized his words and said: "Imported nutritional formula from the United States, specially designed for the Indian physique, reasonable diet, healthy diet." ”

"The packaging is beautiful, and then the United States imports the card, to promote the low yield and high nutritional value of this oil."

"You have to consider the hearts of consumers, and if you can pay for American imports, you don't care about spending twice as much!"

"You'll be more popular that way!" Sean opened his hands and gestured: "The output is limited, of course, it is necessary to squeeze the maximum value reasonably." ”

"Those low castes know a fart, what do you say they listen!"

Sean had seen too many of these methods in his previous life, and he was the wave of people who were deceived very miserably.

Saul squinted at Sean, shook his head and sighed, "The capitalist's method is to make the game understand. ”

Sean waved his hand again and again, and said with a humble face: "No, no, no, I'm far worse than an entrepreneur." ”

Saul: Do you think I'm complimenting you!?

"Do you know why hell is getting emptiest?" Thor didn't wait for Sean to answer before he said directly: "Because the demons have been sold out by you!" ”

"Not bad!" Sean laughed and said, "Have you ever heard a word? ”

"What?"

"The money is gone, you can earn it again, but the conscience is gone......"

"You're not human!" Thor answered.

"No!" Sean shook his head and said with a serious face: "If your conscience is gone, you will earn more!" ”

Ha, Thor looked up at the sky, one middle finger raised high.

After laughing for a while, Saul talked about the second thing he did in India.

"The precious metal refining you want to engage in, there are also people over there who have taken it, and they are responsible for passing on the technology, but they are required to sell these waste products to them for unified processing."

"It's not a problem, why don't you give up some profits, as we all know, I, Sean, am a generous person." Sean said absently with a wave of his hand.

"You don't know if you're generous, but New Jersey knows that you have a reputation for squeezing oil out of your garbage." As he spoke, Thor burst out laughing.

Sean doesn't care either, isn't this the best compliment for capitalists!

After explaining all the formalities, Saul took his leave, he wanted to go back and have a good rest, running back and forth, although the hospitality in India was good, but this time home, he still felt tired.

Physical, psychological.

"You are like this, don't worry, the Peace Hotel has opened, you can go over there and relax for a few days." Sean said with a smile.

"Are you sure you can rest over there!?" The corners of Thor's mouth slowly curled, and his eyes glowed strangely.

The scene after the opening of the Peace HotelHe heard Jonas say on the phone, good guy!

"yes, forget it." Sean said with a feigned agreement.

"Don't don't, just kidding, don't be so serious." Thor grabbed Sean's wrist.

It's tight.

"Then what nonsense are you talking about, get out!" Sean smiled and gave Thor a kick.

Thor is gone, and Sean originally wanted him to go and buy metal scrap, but seeing that he was so tired, he still forgot it.

Asking Torre to go through the formalities, Sean himself called Governor Benny.

When it comes to the purchase of metal scrap, Lao Mei is different from rabbits.

There's no way to allow anyone to ride a scooter with a horn on their waist and shout all over the world, 'Shut up the rags.'"

Not to mention whether it is illegal or not, this hellish place is vast and sparsely populated, and the whole Newark is not as crowded as a small county, which is too inefficient.

Generally, household scrap iron is directly discarded like garbage, and this needs to be separated by the 'environmental protection' company.

The rest is mostly the collective behavior of enterprises, which is dealt with on a large scale.

Acquisition?

It's impossible to spend money!

Spending money on this kind of thing, what kind of joke, is this looking down on me Sean Rockefeller in the garbage!

……

Brewster Jesse's office phone rang, and when he picked it up, he heard the secretary say that someone had come to visit.

"Who?" Brewster Jesse blinked, thinking he had misheard, "Sean? ”

"Are you sure it's Sean Rockefeller?"

Hearing the secretary's confirmation, Brewster Jesse paused for a while, knowing that the secretary called him again, and he came to his senses, "Oh, let him come up, no, wait, I'll go down and pick it up." ”

Hanging up the phone, Brewster Jesse picked up the suit next to him and put it on, and kept muttering to himself as he walked downstairs, why did this damn guy suddenly come to the door to find him?

It's not going to be looking for trouble, is it?

To be honest, the thought of this Brewster Jesse makes me shudder.

He wasn't sure if the last time he had done something secretly had been leaked.

In fact, he regretted it afterwards.

He didn't know what he was thinking at the time, and now that he looked back, he seemed to have gone completely crazy in those days, and he didn't know him anymore, and the things he did were childish and ridiculous.

There is no benefit in the slightest, and it offends people in vain.

After decades of dominating the political arena, he suddenly lost his mind completely, and he didn't believe that it was something he could do.

Must have been deceived by the damn devil!

At this point, it was useless for him to regret it now, and now Sean came to the door.

This guy won't beat himself up all of a sudden, right?

Standing in the elevator, Brewster Jesse's face kept changing.

Probably not......

Sean wouldn't be so impulsive, would he?

But he's young, what if, what if he's impulsive?

That's tens of millions a year!

"Damn it!" Brewster Jesse cursed, not noticing that the elevator doors were open.

It wasn't until Brewster Jesse looked up and saw Sean's smiling face that he woke up in horror and lost his temper again.

"Ah, ha, Mr. Sean Rockefeller, it's a pleasure to meet you." Is it an old politician, Brewster Jesse instantly adjusted his mood, strode over and stretched out his hand and smiled: "I've heard of your name a long time ago, but it's the first time we've met." ”

"Mr. Brewster Jesse, it's a pleasure to meet you, I've wanted to visit you for a long time, but I haven't had the right opportunity." Sean shook the old man's hand a little and let go.

"Don't you know Mr. Sean, what else do you need to make an appointment for Mr. Sean!" Brewster Jesse turned his head and reprimanded the secretary, only then changed to a smiling face, "Sean, I'm sorry if I call you that." ”

"It's okay, you're too polite."

Brewster Jesse personally led Sean up, and he was relieved, it didn't look like he was here to find fault, that's good, that's good.