Chapter 1373 Little Jack in Action

The Mississippi River in the United States is the boundary between the East and the West of the United States. The world-famous cowboys are based on this river. The originally rich people in the East began to venture to the vast West. The cowboys were the pioneers of the adventure at that time.

Therefore, many of the ancestors of the wealthy people in the West are descendants of the legendary cowboys. For example, some large consortiums still have descendants of these people.

Little Jack was a fan of the cowboys. As a member of the California consortium, they are honored for the glory of their ancestors.

But in the face of the modern society of the world's development, except for Africa. There is not much land in the world for them to adventure and explore.

Therefore, the pioneering spirit of adventure on the land has become the development of the business industry. It's just that the direction of the California consortium's development in recent years has obviously gone wrong.

First, the banking industry was blocked by the Morgan consortium that controlled the First Bank, and even the voting rights were taken away. Naturally, the arms business in its own territory began to fall into decline. The arms order in Little Jack's hands was snatched away by the Eastern Consortium, which was just a microcosm of the decline of the entire consortium.

Therefore, he was not the only unlucky successor in the consortium in recent years. There were several people who were even more unlucky than him. After all, he now at least had a chance to turn things around, while those people could only live in a muddle with the pitiful relief money given by the family, and completely lost the qualification to snatch the inheritance.

However, he undoubtedly knew clearly that his so-called chance to turn things around was tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger, and he could not take the initiative at present. Therefore, whether for his own future or to make himself safer, he had to add an insurance for himself, so he found Castor, who had no choice recently.

Castor was one of the losers of the consortium who lost the successor of the consortium. He had been managing the consortium's oil business in the Middle East. Since the consortium has been deteriorating in the United States, not only the financial and arms resources in its hands have been snatched by the old consortiums in the East.

Some mineral resources and other valuable industries are also being squeezed. Among them, the oil industry of the Middle East consortium is also one of the resources that those old consortiums are robbing.

So Castor became a scapegoat. The shares of the oil company that originally brought considerable income to the consortium every year. Because the consortium could not give more support, it could only watch as it was continuously diluted by other competitors, and finally he, the former major shareholder, was swept out.

In fact, the consortium should bear at least half of the responsibility for all this, but in the end it was all on Castor's head. So Castor, who was only 46 years old and in his prime, was forced to retire early and receive relief from the family foundation every month.

"Hey, isn't this our little Jack? I heard that you were going to be as unlucky as me, but suddenly you got another breath of life because of investing in an IT company. You are really a lucky guy." In a dimly lit bar.

The strippers on the stage took off their clothes one by one amid various whistles and vulgar curses from the audience. Castor was already half drunk, and there were several heavily made-up nightclub girls sitting next to him, trying to take the last bill out of his pocket.

"Let's talk somewhere. I think you need some money." Little Jack frowned and looked at Castor.

At the same time, his eyes were a little complicated, as if if it weren't for the turning point in his career, Castor, who was living a life of idleness and waiting for death, would be his current situation.

"You're right, I need some money. The family's relief money is not enough for me to get a few rooms." Castor tilted his head and drank a glass of wine.

He tried to open his arms as much as possible and wanted to hug all six or seven nightclub girls in the booth. The prices of nightclub girls also vary. If all these women were taken away, the family relief money he received every month would not be enough.

Even that money was not enough for him to open a bottle of the best wine in this nightclub. You know, he used to drink those wines casually, and even slept with these women to open the wine and let them get commissions, so he didn't have to pay any more.

After trying several times, Castor, who likes tall women, couldn't hug all six or seven women in his arms, so he could only touch one of them. It seemed that he wanted to get back all the money he had spent on the drinks, and then he staggered out of the nightclub with Jack.

The nightclub girls were very tactful, and they said flattering words hoping that Castor would come again tomorrow. But no one went up to tease the little Jack who was obviously richer standing next to him.

Because the frowning little Jack knew at a glance that he was not here to play, and the tall and mighty bodyguards standing behind him made the nightclub girls stay away from the little Jack, and they didn't dare to approach him without any obvious hints.

"Do you need a place to sober up?" Little Jack frowned and looked at Castor.

"My body is a little out of control, but my head is still clear." Castor, who was shaking and unsteady, pointed to his forehead.

Little Jack got into the car without any nonsense, and Castor followed him to the back seat. A smell of alcohol hit him, which made him frown again.

But he didn't say anything else, patted the front seat with a closed seat, opened a window, and handed over a folder.

Little Jack slammed the folder into Kristo's arms and said, "If you sign this document, you can receive $100,000 in living expenses from me every month in the future."

"Can I only get $100,000?" Castor had no intention of looking at the documents, and seemed to feel a little proud that he could still be sold. After all, with a price of $100,000 a month, he could go and talk to Hollywood actresses. What's more, it was $100,000 a month.

He didn't think that he, who was now in a state of decline, could be as valuable as those Hollywood actresses. After all, at least someone paid for the latter to sleep with them, while he had to pay to sleep with women.

"Don't be too greedy. This money is not a small amount for you, at least not now." Little Jack frowned.

"That's right. Before you came, I didn't know I could be so valuable. But since you found me, instead of a few other unlucky guys, it is obvious that my value should be more than what you gave me." Castor shook the folder in his hand.

Although his face was flushed and he was obviously still drunk at this time, his eyes were no longer intoxicated and very bright. With the well-trimmed mustache on his face even though it was decadent, and the obvious scar on his forehead. He became completely different from the decadent drunkard just now.

"My goal is the inheritance of the consortium, so if this is done, you can take care of some industries for me later." Little Jack looked at Castor and said.

To be honest, facing one of his biggest opponents in the inheritance of the consortium, seeing the now decadent Castor, his mood is still quite complicated.

However, no matter how complicated it is, he does not have the attributes of a saintly bitch. The only reason he found Castor is that this person is really capable in some business fields and is a talent.

But this former opponent will be positioned as a talent that he can use in the future. As for the inheritance of the consortium with him, this person will never have another chance in this life, at least he will not give the other party such an opportunity.

"I won't read the file, and can you tell me what it is about?" Castor shook the folder in his hand again.

Just like Little Jack knows him, so he came to him and offered a price at this time. Castor also understands the character of his former competitor.

So after Jack said that he would help him manage some industries in the future, Castor knew that this was all the benefits he could get. If he got more, Jack would change people decisively. He was not even qualified to get a living allowance of 100,000 US dollars a month.

Working for his former competitor and being stepped on for nothing. Castor was undoubtedly unacceptable in his heart, but the current situation has left him with no choice.

For example, if he still wants to live a stable life and let his children receive higher education, he must accept Jack's conditions.

Because once the family takes over the right to raise and educate his children, then the children will become tools for family marriages in the future, which is an inescapable fate.

"Some things about the signatures of those responsible persons and secret political donations that I couldn't reconcile with the accounts before." Jack said calmly.

"It's okay for me to take responsibility for the money I swallowed for you. Anyway, I'm a pile of mud now. Even if the consortium finds out, they can only kill me at most. But what does secret political donation mean?

The person you want to support is not the same person as the person supported by the consortium, so you plan to do it secretly by yourself? Or do you think the consortium can't accommodate you now, so you decide to go it alone, and aren't you afraid that I will tell on you? The consortium will reward you for such a big thing."

"No matter how much the reward is, you can't get back the position of the consortium's heir, unless you can get back the voting rights of the family financial bank, or you make Microsoft a cash cow for the consortium. More importantly."

Little Jack turned sideways and looked at Castor calmly, "Even if you tell on the consortium and punish me, I still have the ability to kill you and everyone related to you. But you can't do anything to me."

Castor looked at Little Jack and the two looked at each other. Finally, Castor stretched out his hand and rubbed his face hard, "You are right, I really can't do anything about it, and you can kill me at any time. I. So, boss, what else do I need to do besides signing this document? "

"Help me manage some shady funds, and be the liaison between the presidential candidate and me. If this candidate can win in the end, everything will naturally be my priority. If you fail."

"Understand, as an heir abandoned by the family. I have completely lost my future and I want revenge, so I secretly contacted some enemies who are not on good terms with the consortium and obtained funds from them.

Not only did he clearly stand up against the consortium on the presidential candidate. He also helped those enemies to deal with his own consortium. He is a traitor who eats from the inside, right?

But our current president just started re-election last year, and this term of office will not be until 2009. Are you sure you have so much time to wait? "

"So what you do next is to pave the way for this matter, such as turning some members of the House of Representatives and even the Senate into our people. "

"This will cost a lot of money. "Casto whistled.

"Don't worry, someone will pay for this, and you can get some unexpected help. "