Chapter 609: Win? [Please give me a gift, please give me a monthly ticket]

Author: Ying Ying Xiong

Chapter 609: Win? [Please give me a gift, please give me a monthly ticket]

A sneer appeared at the corner of Jim's mouth, and his cold face looked full of ferocity: "The question now is: Why should I let you live? You are also a salesman, so now come and resell me!" The cold voice once again said

rang in the house.

Jim's words clearly stunned the old guy, and then a hint of ridicule appeared on his lips.

A mockery of ignorant people.

People who know the inside story of business will always laugh at those ignorant poor people who desperately squeeze into the game they throw in a few pieces of bread. It is not meat, but a trap, but they cannot see through it.

I can never see through the essence of it.

"Selling you? You know that no one in this world earns hundreds of millions of dollars through legitimate income, such as Vanderbilt, Carnegie, Gates, Morgan family, Hens family, Rockefeller family, etc.,

No matter what, they made a fortune across the country by annexing land, doing business through charters, massacring local indigenous people, importing slaves, selling arms, and fighting civil war."

"But they are indeed heroes, heroes of the Sea Eagle Country."

The voice was full of mockery, which once again made the coldness in Jim's eyes smear.

"Boss, the previous surveillance has been deleted, and the police are almost on the 38th floor!" Zhou Wu appeared next to Zhuang Ming, who was watching a show outside, and respectfully reported.

"Yes, I understand." Zhuang Ming responded, his eyes full of mischief.

I almost guessed Jim's plan, but it was really good. He was trying to anger this old guy and then calculated it.

No wonder Jim wore a suit today. It turned out that he had thought about it a long time ago.

It's really a good conspiracy.

At least now I'm acting very well and I'm not cheating.

Zhou Wu stood respectfully aside and looked into the room curiously.

Jim was also watching. In this office, there were 38 surveillance screens. The old guy wanted to check the work of his subordinates at any time.

Soon, a large number of armed police were searching the 38th floor, quickly searching for living people and gangsters.

"We teach our children about integrity and hard work. Are these the keys to success?" The unsuspecting financial company CEO looked sarcastic, as if the rhythm at this time was under his control.

"My children don't have to go to civilian schools, they don't have to go to the army to fight, they don't have to go. They will go to Yale University, they will go to Harvard University. Only the disabled, the idiots, the white ghosts, and the ghetto black ghosts need to go to the sea to serve those in the country.

Fighting in a bullshit war zone, they have to protect the security and economy of Haidiao Country.

My business, my business, will become more and more profitable, and my dividends will become more and more. It's an old story. The bankers, their employers, and the consultants will all change.

They have to get rich, and the little guys will buy their stocks and lose everything."

"Hahahaha~ I have nothing, just like you!" The old guy became more and more excited as he spoke, and his mood became more and more agitated. It was sarcastic, but it revealed the reality.

Ugly reality, ugly society, dirty financiers.

Jim's eyes revealed an unbreakable gloom. This was the financier, with bulging veins on his forehead.

They worked hard and fought hard to kill the enemy when they joined the army, but they could only feed this group of people.

They shed their lives and blood. More women lost their husbands, more elderly people lost their children, and more children lost their fathers.

But to feed such people, such people.

The reality is so cruel, so ugly, so dirty.

"Some people can't discover it, but some people like me will discover these ugly realities." Jim's voice seemed extremely deep.

However, the old guy only had endless ridicule on his face. What would happen if he found out?

So what if you find out?

"This is a free trade system, my friends, this is capitalism, this is capitalist competition, and only cream can be applied to the top."

"This is the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest."

"Like her? My lover died because of you, because of you." Jim took out a photo of his lover.

"Come on, what does this have to do with me? I've never seen you before in my life." The old guy was a little indignant. What does this have to do with him? He has never seen such a person in his life.

, why should we bear such responsibility?

“But you know the super funds in property!”

"Oh my god, you put your money in?"

"To the committee!"

"Committee, yes, this is how the fund works. Why did you come to me?"

"Do you like competition?" Jim asked an unrelated question.

"Yes, I like competition!" The CEO of the financial company showed a hint of contemplation in his eyes and replied without hesitation.

"Do you want to play a little game of free market competition? Just you and me!" Jim put his hands on the desk, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, and a look that the old guy couldn't understand.

"You and me? I can't wait any longer!" There was a glint in the old guy's eyes, maybe his chance of survival lies in such a game.

As if he didn't care at all, Jim raised the pistol in his hand and said calmly: "One gun, two players, the one who wins lives!"

The armed police under surveillance had already arrived at this floor. When they saw the headless body at the stairs, they couldn't help but be startled, but their good militaristic qualities allowed them to rush this way quickly.

"Let's go, let's wait for him outside!" Zhuang Ming turned around calmly and disappeared.

Zhou Wu glanced at Jim and quickly followed.

The moment the two disappeared, heavily armed police appeared here and quickly looked at the injured to see if there were any survivors.

And there are gangsters!

"When I count to three, whoever grabs the gun wins!" Jim's voice was particularly calm, and his eyes were extremely calm as he looked directly at the old guy in front of him.

The sweat on the old guy's forehead was accelerating at this time. This was his last chance.

"One, two" Jim sat down slowly.

Before counting to three, the old guy stood up and immediately took the gun in his hand, with a look of great pride on his face.

In the Sea Eagle Country, even homeless people can shoot, let alone a financial capitalist. Target shooting is their entertainment.

"Wow~~Look, I won!" The old guy's face was filled with pride and ridicule.

"You" Jim had a look of astonishment on his face at this time. The old guy was excited at the same time, but he didn't notice the deep playfulness hidden deep in Jim's eyes.

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the old guy. Is this really a big reversal?

Life is precious, and everyone cherishes it, including these old guys.

Whenever you think you're winning, you don't know you're being plotted against.

Just like this time

He held the gun in both hands very steadily, just like he was practicing at the shooting range.
Chapter completed!