Chapter 127: Small Fist and Hammer Explodes the Chest

Union Bank's press conference didn't get much attention, although reporters tried to make a splash with the hype of the first bank takeover during the Great Depression.

But people have been completely disappointed with the bank. In addition to the customers of Union Bank, there are also some bigwigs who pay attention, and the Chicago consortium is the one who cares most about this matter.

Kenilworth, McCormick Family Estate.

Cyrus McCormick was sitting in the study, and in the sofa area of ​​the study, there were five people including Aiken Wood and Edmond Pagana.

"Union Bank is very important to our development, why didn't anyone hear about Charlie's meddling?" McCormick shook the fragrant wood chip in his hand, sucking on the cigar and exhaling thick fog.

"Sellers, this is a trick of the board of directors of Union Bank. They are playing tricks on us. We have become the bargaining chip for the other party to increase the price." Pagana said angrily.

"Idiot." Aiken cursed inwardly.

boom!

Cyrus slapped his palm on the desk, his tall and thin body stood up straight, and a repressed invisible aura settled in the room.

"A trick?" Cyrus smiled sarcastically, "Are you asking the other party to obediently hand over the shares to you?"

In the free market, of course, the one with the highest price wins, and the other side wants to get more profits before withdrawing from the market. There is nothing wrong with the standpoint of a businessman.

Pagana called this a trick. Are they all clowns playing tricks?

"Cyrus, maybe I can talk to Charlie, and we can cooperate." Seeing Pagana bowed his head and remained silent, Aiken made a suggestion.

"Can you convince him to give up the right to issue bonds?" Cyrus asked with a twinkle in his eyes, taking a deep breath on his cigar.

"That's impossible, but..." After a slight pause, Aiken continued: "I can try to get a power of attorney, which requires a share of the benefits."

Cyrus' face was obscured by the smoke, and it was cloudy and cloudy, making it hard to see clearly. No one knew what the helm of the McCormick family was thinking.

"Okay, as long as I can get the power of attorney for issuance, I agree to your proposal." Cyrus needs the right to issue bonds, because it will bring him huge benefits.

IL is still in development, as long as it can get the bond issuance authorization letter, he can immediately get a lot of business from the local government.

Issue bonds to provide funds for local governments, and then undertake business to earn profits, and finally get satisfactory bond interest.

If the funds in your hands are poured back and forth between your hands, you will get dozens of times the profit. Is there anything better to make money than it?

...

While Aiken was thinking about how to communicate with Li Zitao, the think tank announced a new recruitment plan.

The expansion of the think tank's enrollment has caused quite a stir in Wall Street and the financial circles.

As long as you pay attention to the financial field, you used to deal with stocks and finance in your career, and now you rarely don’t know the existence of ‘think tanks’.

All this was no longer a secret when Li Zitao properly released information about his source of funds.

How good are think tanks paid?

The annual salary of ordinary members selected into the think tank is $5,000.

The annual salary of council members is $13,000 plus a year-end bonus.

The annual salary of the 9-person brain is 25,000 US dollars, plus year-end dividends.

Smart people know that the core brain is a castle in the air, used to whet the appetite.

However, the board of directors is completely tangible and visible. The benefit assessment and contribution system once every six months, so that capable people don't have to worry about being buried.

13,000 annual salary, plus year-end bonus.

It is said that the rich Chinese man is very generous. If there is no accident, the year-end bonus will be higher than the annual salary. This temptation is enough to make people jealous.

As a result, a large number of financial elites flocked to Chicago, and their resumes piled up like hills. It took two hours for the think tank to review these resumes every day.

The entire recruitment activity lasts for half a month, ensuring that the best of the best are selected.

"Boss, the second batch of veterans arrived in Los Angeles a week ago,

The number is 2000, and instructor Hans is training them. "

Li Zitao, who was free, finally had a moment to listen to the report from the secretary's office.

Regarding the 150 million funds, he has already called Jonathan and asked him to go to the United People's Bank to go through the formalities in a week.

"How is Molly's situation?" Li Zitao leaned back in the chair, and the little elk stood behind him and massaged his head.

"Yesterday's report, Molly is heading to the last university, and will return after the end." After more than half a year of training, the little elk has become more and more professional.

It's just that my head still gets confused occasionally, and Li Zitao pressed it on the table again and said, "Papapa..."

"Thompson's patent acquisition, and what about Colt?" In the last reply from Summer, he detailed the suppression of firepower shown by Chicago typewriters in close combat.

This gave Li Zitao a little more confidence in winning Thompson's patent, as well as his planned 'automatic weapon research and development center. '

He needs Colt to join, and to put it bluntly, he needs Colt's R&D team.

It's a pity that the soul of Colt's R&D center is the Colt family, which made Li Zitao's idea of ​​prying the corner of the wall come to naught.

"Colt agreed to cooperate, and the think tank is negotiating the specific details." Seeing that Li Zitao didn't respond, the little elk's fingers increased a bit.

"Well, go out for a walk with me." The busy days during this period made Li Zitao's mind full of smog.

Even though there is a special person in charge of everything, he, the boss, still can't escape.

The opening of McDonald's and Subway, the formation of American Aerospace and the Skunk Works International Research and Development Center, the acquisition of Jeep and Shunfeng.

Various reforms of the Golden Arches and S.H.I.E.L.D., charity programs.

The acquisition of the United Nations National Bank, the cooperation with the Colt family, the purchase of Thompson's patents, the investment and development of its industries.

And the matter of being picked peaches by the bosses, he remembered clearly in his heart.

In just two months, Li Zitao felt that it was longer than a year.

"Hurry up and end the recruitment of the think tank, or your boss will die of exhaustion sooner or later." Li Zitao stretched his waist and said while taking the little elk for a casual walk on the street.

"Boss, you have made a lot of money." The little elk's eyes sparkled.

"How much have you swiped recently?" Since Li Zitao rewarded her with the gold card for her good performance last time, she never got it back.

"Not much." The little elk gestured for a thin slit with two fingers, "a little bit."

"How much is a little bit?" It's a ghost to believe her.

Before I say that, can you remove the latest Tiffany diamond bracelet from your wrist?

And the emerald butterfly hairpin on your head, do you think I am blind?

"6...60,000...or 70,000 would be fine." Seeing Li Zitao's brow raised, the little elk immediately added the number.

"Your life is ruined." Li Zitao said, pointing at her sideways.

"Boss is right." The little elk nodded.

"Are you still a little self-aware?"

"Yes, the boss is right."

"The quota will be halved next month."

"Yes... ah~~" The little elk immediately regained his spirits, looked up at him with big watery eyes, and said pitifully, "Can you reduce it by a third, or a quarter?"

"My mother..." Li Zitao, who thought he was good at nourishing Qi, broke his skills in a second.

Every time he faced this idiot, he felt unstoppable. How is this woman's brain circuit arranged? I'm afraid it's different from normal people, right?

If he guessed right, the little elk spends at least $80,000 a month.

Grandma, raising a goddess doesn't cost as much as you do. You are not a luxury, you have directly crossed over to the level of a prodigal.

"In the future, if you exceed the 50,000 quota every month, it will be deducted from your salary." Li Zitao thought that this threat would make the little elk restrain himself.

Who knew that when she heard this, she patted her chest in relief, and murmured, "Fortunately, the card wasn't taken away. With it, it doesn't matter if you want the salary or not!

"...Boss said that he would deduct other people's wages, so does that count as overdraft consumption?"

"In this case, I'm spending my own money. It shouldn't matter if I spend a little more? Anyway, the boss will always deduct it back. Well, that's right..."

"..." Li Zitao wanted to use a knife.

What about Lao Tzu's 22cm plum blossom dragon gun?

Just when Li Zitao was considering whether to use a set of combos to take her away, the little elk suddenly looked behind him, and jumped towards him with his eyes wide open.

"Boss be careful." The little elk instinctively shouted.

"Boss, be careful." The monk and others following behind rushed forward at top speed.

When the voice came, Li Zitao had already sensed that someone was approaching behind him, very fast, but he didn't feel any malice.

With one arm around the charging elk, Li Zitao turned around and punched forward with his wind-blowing fist, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Boom.

The woman who rushed in front of him knelt on the ground and said with a miserable expression, "Sir, can you give me some change? My child is sick, and I want to take him to the doctor, please..."

"It's okay." Paipai's whole body was tense, his hands were tightly clutching his clothes, and Li Zitao waved behind him like a little elk trying to protect him.

"Where's your husband?" Li Zitao asked.

"He disappeared after going bankrupt, I don't know..." the woman choked up.

"Jessie, do you have some change?" Li Zitao wanted to give her some change, but he really didn't have the habit of bringing change.

"Yes." The little elk nodded, took out a roll of beautiful knives from the small leather bag, and stuffed it into Li Zitao's hands.

"..." Looking at the brand-new beautiful knife with a face value of 100 yuan, Li Zitao had a new understanding of her arrogance.

"These should be enough." Li Zitao took out two of them and handed them to the woman with a calm face.

It wasn't that he was reluctant, but that he knew very well that if he gave all the money to this woman, she would never survive tonight.

"Thank you, you are such a generous gentleman, thank you..." The woman took the money with tears in her eyes, bowed to Li Zitao and the little elk, and then quickly ran away.

"Monk." Sensing the prying eyes and homeless men trying to surround him, Li Zitao didn't intend to be a money-spreading boy who spread money in the street.

The monk formed a circle with four bodyguards. He picked up the corner of his clothes with his right hand, and the pistol on his waist showed its deterrent effect, making the homeless who wanted to approach stop in place.

Li Zitao took the opportunity to quickly leave the scene and walked towards the north bank of the river.

"It's okay to be brave, but with your small body, who can you protect?" The crisis was over, and Li Zitao couldn't help feeling funny when he thought of the little elk's actions just now.

"Boss is good to me, of course I want to protect you." The little elk raised his slender arms confidently, and said domineeringly: "Whoever wants to hurt the boss, my little elk will smash his chest with my fist." , beep—"