Chapter Nine Hundred and Ninety Two: A Real Chicken Thief Who Never Dies

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"Father, the flight is ready." In President City, Adams Jr. personally carried the suit and put it on for his father.

"Very good..." Adams looked at himself in the full-length mirror, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's go, let's see together, what does he want?"

The special plane belonging to the Adams family took off and headed for the destination, New York.

When the plane landed in New York, Li Zitao's motorcade had parked beside the airport runway, and he himself was also in the car.

"Charles...Little Charles, nice to meet you." Even though it has been 16 years in the past 15 years, Bert is still not used to the old American way of naming.

John, little John.

George, little George.

Morgan, Morgan Jr.

Just like the Charles and Little Charles he is facing now.

"Charlie, are you okay?" Charles stepped forward to hug him like an old friend and said hello.

He even wanted to kiss his forehead like a child.

"I'm fine, very fine." Sensing his intention, Li Zitao opened his arms warmly to Little Charles first.

"You haven't been back to New York for a while, I think you must miss it very much..." He walked forward with his arms around the shoulders of little Charles, and he didn't care what to say at all.

Being kissed on the forehead by a man was not acceptable to him, especially when it was Charles Adams.

The convoy drove to the Waldorf Astoria on Park Avenue, a 42-story luxury hotel that remains one of the best hotels in New York.

"I rented out the entire top floor, I hope this will make your stay more comfortable." Walking into the elevator, Li Zitao expressed his kindness.

"Thank you, Charlie. This makes me and my father very happy." Although Li Zitao is ten years older than him, Charles Jr. still regards him as a respectable person.

The other party's achievements and current status made him have to be cautious.

"I also arranged some security guards. After all, the current world is very chaotic." The elevator opened, and Charles and his son looked at the security guards in the corridor with different expressions.

But there was no objection to this. After entering the room, Li Zitao strolled to the small bar and took out a bottle of red wine that was old and even the packaging was yellow.

"In 1911, the peerless wine of Château Dickin, its quantity is surprisingly small, but it is worth drinking a glass today."

Boom...

The cork was pulled out between two fingers, causing Charles and his son to exclaim.

This is not something everyone can do, at least they have never seen it, but now is not the time to discuss it.

Sitting on the sofa with wine glasses, Li Zitao tasted the fine wine in the goblet. In fact, it was not as realistic as whiskey for him.

Charles and his son wanted to wait for him to speak first, but Li Zitao's patience was far beyond their imagination.

"Okay, let's talk about the truce." Little Charles couldn't bear it, which made the old Charles look disappointed.

"Of course, that's why I'm here, and I think you are too." The corner of Li Zitao's mouth was a bit smug.

Whoever speaks first means that he is more eager to achieve the goal he wants to achieve, and also exposes his own weakness.

Although it is not absolute, it is true for Li Zitao.

He will not give Charles and his son a chance to turn around. He has already gained the upper hand before the negotiation has started.

"Charles, we all know that you started the war first, using your power without reason, targeting the legitimate business of Wells Fargo..."

"No, that's not a legitimate business activity, it's taking advantage of the fire, which is immoral in the United States."

"Ho, wow." Li Zitao spread his hands in a hug with a frightened expression and said, "Don't mention morality to me, otherwise it's better not to talk about it."

Morality, when it is beneficial to oneself, sharp teeth, cruelly dismember the opponent, and do not give him any chance to fight back.

When it is not good for yourself, you use morality to restrain others. Has double standards become popular since then?

"Charlie, a truce would be good for us, you know that, so don't think I'm throwing in the towel... or begging for mercy."

Charles put on a stubborn old stubborn posture, and his hand on crutches was firm and strong.

"Really? Is that so?" Li Zitao stood up with a big laugh, looked at them and said, "If you think so, then you are very wrong."

"Charles, I have a lot of money, and being rich means being able to command the wind and rain in this country. Of course, I won't do that."

"But... I don't care whether the acquisition of Morgan can be successfully acquired, at least not as much as you think."

Li Zitao, who was walking back and forth, paused, raised a finger towards him with his right hand holding the wine glass, and said, "There is also LANC, it has been shut down."

"But it's okay, I still have Hearst." Li Zitao smiled like a child who stole candy, and said softly: "Can you make what happened to LANC happen again?"

"No, you can't, and your friends in Congress won't agree, because it's going to piss off a lot of people and cost you friends you have now."

"And I still have many profitable industries, such as the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce, the Aegis Department, as well as oil, mining, real estate and department stores."

"Each of them can make enough profit for me, enough profit to satisfy all my friends..."

Li Zitao came to Charles' side, supported the armrest of the sofa with his hands, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Look...you seem to be running out of chips."

Little Charles' expression was very bad, and he was almost completely black and livid.

It's just that Charles still maintained a cold fox-like smile, sat firmly on the mountain and raised his head and said, "Really?"

"If you think it's wrong, you can add it at any time." Li Zitao drank the wine in the glass, sat back on the sofa and filled it up for himself.

"As you said, my family's influence is more in politics." Charles grinned and said, "But that's exactly what you need."

"Charlie, tell me, how much money have you invested in politics over the years?" Charles asked curiously.

"Let me guess..." Seeing that he didn't speak, Charles said with a thoughtful expression: "10 million, no, it's unlikely... 2...No, it's not right either."

"I think it's 50 million, maybe more, isn't it? Charlie..." It seemed that Charles knew something.

'What the hell, FK, this bastard is really rich. ’ Little Charles cursed secretly in his heart, but he was just jealous and envious.

"So after paying so much, did you get what you wanted?" Charles kept throwing salt at his wound like a shark smelling blood.

This old bastard doesn't look like he's about to go into a coffin at all.

If it wasn't him who came today, but the impetuous little Charles, Li Zitao guaranteed that he would be swallowed to the bone.

In fact, under the influence of his current status, few people can be so calm, and even take the initiative to attack him.

The moment they saw him, the external pressure from identity, status, legendary experience, etc. had already overwhelmed them.