Chapter 217 Warm-Hearted Jonathan

"Did they take the wrong medicine?" Li Zitao looked at Nick with a strange expression.

Nick is also dumbfounded, he also wants to know if those guys have taken the wrong medicine, but can he say that?

The newly inaugurated Mr. President is like a fan, with a series of devil operations that people can't understand at all.

"If Washington insists, I think their words also represent my attitude." Harvey Firestone's sudden statement made Nick's face completely black.

Anyone can tell that his words at the moment not only represent himself, but the Cleveland Foundation behind him.

Cyrus McCormick was eager to speak for the Chicago Consortium, and he had the capacity and the right to do so.

This is a good opportunity to join the team with other consortiums and improve their favorability.

Embarrassingly, the main industries of the Chicago consortium are all on agricultural processing, animal husbandry and food.

And banks and oil, which has nothing to do with building dams.

"Nick, help me tell the dear Mr. President that if he insists, I think his dam will be built into the next century,

Perhaps we should consider turning the railroads and circuits under construction in the other direction, and to hell with that barren land! "

Li Zitao must stand up. As his supporters, the bosses have already made promises, and even Jr. Morgan has given him enough face.

Although this made him wonder how much favor he owed, if he flinched or hesitated at this time, it would be tantamount to slapping his own face again.

So even though Li Zitao had a headache, he still stood up firmly.

"I'll pass on your words." Hearing his words, Nick was relieved.

After all, the previous speeches of the big bosses were just to wave the flag to cheer, and now with Li Zitao's words, it is tantamount to closing the coffin for this matter.

As for how Washington thinks about it, we should leave it to our fanciful Mr. President and his team.

If he can really withstand the pressure of the three major financial groups, the McCormick family, and the rising star Charlie Lee...

"Well, maybe Washington will rise from today, I hope he doesn't step down because of this." Nick thought mischievously, still a little excited in his heart.

If the president's ass is removed, he, the vice president, will become a regular.

"Okay, let's talk about something pleasant, Charlie, are you interested in the development and transformation of Hawaii?" Little John eased the somewhat tense atmosphere.

"Of course, the scenery there is great." Li Zitao nodded.

"John, is Hawaii going to be developed?" Harvey interjected.

"Yes, maybe next year." Little John nodded.

There is no need to hide this matter, they will receive news soon, and as far as Li Zitao thinks about development and transformation, his competitiveness is unrivaled.

The professionalism shown by Bechtel, and the downstream industrial chain formed with it as the core, is definitely the most authoritative and professional contracting company in the United States.

What's more terrible is that these guys' speed is fast enough and the quality passes the standard, but the price is not much higher than other companies.

According to their quotation, speed and quality, other companies will lose money.

But Bechtel is able to make money, who the hell to ask for an argument.

In fact, everyone knows what's going on. Bechtel's workers do a good job for their wages.

The workers of other contractors only do one-fifth of the work for one wage, and it would be no wonder if they didn't lose money.

Now some contracting companies have begun to consider whether they should also open up the recruitment of Chinese workers.

But when they think of the situation in the factory, they can't help but have a headache.

Li Zitao himself is a Chinese citizen, so there is nothing wrong with hiring Chinese workers. Even if someone yells a few words, saying, "Chinese workers have taken our jobs," no one will pay attention.

But if other contractors dare to do the same, the management and workers below will definitely rebel.

Chinese workers who perform well will be envied and suppressed by them, and they will even look for opportunities to drive them out.

What is the point of recruiting Chinese workers if you work with them?

Headache, headache!

...

While Li Zitao was discussing with the bosses how to share the delicious vanilla cake, an interesting thing happened at the dance outside.

"Mrs. Duke, Doris is 17 years old. I think she is an adult with autonomy. She has the right to choose who to be friends with."

Holding the crystal cup in one hand, Jonathan pulled Doris behind him with the other, and looked at Nanalin Duke with a neither humble nor overbearing expression.

"She is my daughter, and I have the right to correct some of her improper choices." Nana Lin looked at him with disdain.

Nanalin didn't have the slightest affection for this illegitimate son who seized power.

Before she came, she had warned Doris that she would never be allowed to talk to Jonathan. Unexpectedly, she just went to speak a few words with Her Royal Highness, and when she turned around, she saw the two standing together talking and laughing.

This pissed off Nanaline, and at the same time, she was more worried if Jonathan paid Doris any attention.

"Interference, not restriction, Mrs. Duke, please pay attention to this." Jonathan only needs to look at her to guess what Nanalin thinks.

This mean, vicious woman is exactly the same as her stepmother.

Although she was the one who found Jonathan and brought him back to the Astor family, in his heart, Jonathan didn't like her at all.

"Doris, come here." Nanalin looked at Doris fiercely, intending to show her authority as a mother.

"Miss Doris, you are already an adult, and you have the right to make your own choices. I think the wealth left to you by your father is enough for the court to adjudicate your independence."

Hearing Jonathan's words, Nanalin's eyes flashed with panic, while Doris was thoughtful.

"Doris, I want you to come here right now, now." Nanaline's voice was sharp and piercing.

"...I, I don't want to leave." Doris leaned back in fear, and then, as if remembering something, she moved forward to Jonathan, gently pinching the corner of his clothes with her hands.

"You damned——" Nanalin opened her mouth to scold this bastard, but she held back after thinking about the occasion here.

He reached out to grab Doris, thinking about how to deal with her when he went back, but Jonathan grabbed her hand.

"Mrs. Duke, I have many simple and effective methods for a woman like you. Do you want to try?" Jonathan was not afraid of her identity at all.

After Buck Duke's death, she was nothing more than a stupid woman with the prominent name of "Duke" showing off her might outside.

Buck left her a monthly expense of 100,000 US dollars, and his huge estate, except for half donated to Duke University, the rest is all in Doris' name.

This is why Nanalin wants to hold Doris in her hands.

She wanted her son to get this huge wealth, not this bastard who made her feel sick when she saw it, even if Doris was her own daughter.