America’s Big Hero

Chapter 282:

"You mean, someone is playing tricks behind your back!?" Sean sat up straight, looking at Shen Bi with burning eyes.

"It's not accurate to say that. It should be said that we are pushing the boat along the way." Shen Bi stroked his chin and said, "The group of real estate people should have worked behind the scenes. In fact, there is no need to do too much."

"Delay the time for the National Guard to enter, stir up emotions secretly, increase the exposure of some hostile sentiments, or simply end up setting fires in specific places."

"At this time, the whole of Los Angeles is in chaos. The number of people involved in the riot exceeds one million. With such a large base, it is almost in a state of anarchy. If you make a small move, it is impossible to be discovered."

"The sudden intervention of the umbrella may disrupt the plans of many people."

"I bet, someone must be scolding you behind your back for being nosy and sick."

Sean gritted his teeth, Grandma, there is no need to find evidence for this kind of thing, free testimony is enough.

How terrifying the profit is, Sean only needs to think about the renovation of the shantytowns and the things that happened during the demolition.

This is fucking Los Angeles, the third largest city in the world.

One can imagine how much profit a whole piece of land that can be redeveloped contains.

As for those companies and merchants that have no way to participate and suffer losses in this riot, it is your own inability.

Capital does not believe in tears.

"So, you came here because you want me to join in." Sean decided to let go of what he had and what he didn't have. Someone pushed him, and it had nothing to do with him.

As for scolding yourself.

There are more people scolding themselves, so I don't care a little more.

Anyway, don't scold yourself to your face.

It doesn't matter in person, beat him up!

Sean felt that he must be the best fighter among the rich and the richest in fights.

"Definitely want to participate." Shen Bi nodded, took another sip of tea, and then said: "The umbrella has obtained a certain amount of law enforcement power, and Jonas also ran over. According to Huaxia, now is the right time and place People and harmony are all taken up, and I will feel sorry for myself if I don’t cut a piece of meat.”

"How to do it, also engage in real estate?"

"It's simple, build a building." Shen Bi said with a smile: "There are too many benefits to building a building."

"Building investment can directly make the company's accounts a loss, and can legally deduct taxes. If you want to become an international consortium, you can't limit your business to the east coast of the United States. There should be an office building in Los Angeles on the west coast."

"An iconic building is the best advertisement."

"Property is a good means of preservation and investment, especially in an international metropolis like Los Angeles, where money is placed, it will only shrink."

"This time the city government will definitely plan to revitalize Los Angeles. It will re-plan some areas, get a piece of land from the government, or get connected land from individuals. The problem of demolition will be saved, and a skyscraper will be built. , which is much better than your messy investment."

"Real estate produces rich people. Today's richest man in the world must be Japanese, Tsutsumi Yoshiaki!" Shen Bi said with some emotion.

"Real estate is something..." Shen Bi shook his head, "It can boost the local economy the fastest and create a myth of wealth the fastest, but the harm is huge."

"Suck blood, suck all the folk wealth in the past, and also suck blood for the next ten years or even longer. It's strange if the wealth creation speed is not fast." Sean sneered, "However, this has nothing to do with me. enough."

"You can't say that." Shen Bi looked at Xiao En and said: "Although the property and real estate maintain and increase in value, the proportion should not be too large. Once the market bubble is blown, you will die with no place to bury you."

Many people don't understand why the company has so many assets, whether the house price drops or not, the real estate is all there, how can the dignified richest man suddenly go bankrupt?

This is because it is unavoidable during the operation of the enterprise, or it needs a lot of bank loans to operate.

All operating with their own funds, the efficiency is simply too low, and too many opportunities will be missed.

Under normal circumstances, bank loans require collateral. (For those abnormal situations, I won’t go into details here, 404 still has 30 seconds to arrive on the battlefield)

During the bubble period, the value of a property may be 1 billion, and if it is used as a mortgage in the bank, it can be loaned to 800 million.

With these 800 million yuan, we can buy more plots and build more houses.

Then there is unlimited dolls, and you can make yourself the richest man in a few years.

Of course, you can also invest in other industries.

However, when the bubble was blown, the original value of 1 billion property was suddenly only worth 500 million, and you took out 800 million in bank mortgages.

The value of the collateral is lower than the bank loan, at this time, you become insolvent.

Either pay off all loans at once, or at least most of them, and restore assets and liabilities to their normal ratios.

Or, the bank simply confiscates all funds in your account and confiscates your property.

The capital chain is broken, the property is gone, and everything is gone.

A good rich man becomes a negative man overnight.

And those who buy properties are also insolvent, and either accumulate more than half of the losses for decades, or the properties are taken away by the bank.

Yes, I am talking about Yoshiaki Tsutsumi, Japan in 1990.

Bie blindly associate it with me!

I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!

As for why things that happened not so long ago would recur...

The only lesson that history can teach people is that people have never learned any lessons from history - Hegel Schun.

slip away, slip away...

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"Mr. Tom, we meet again." Sean stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

"Mr. Sean, hahaha, nice to meet you." Tom Bradley stepped up and gave Sean a big hug.

Sean forcibly controlled his impulse to kick out.

Damn it, my hugs are always for big beautiful women! ! !

You are a greasy, fat old nigger, hug you uncle!

If it wasn't for getting the information in advance from this guy...

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After a few words of pleasantries, Sean directly proposed his intention, "After the turmoil in Los Angeles, the city government will launch a reconstruction plan."

"Of course, we want to revitalize Los Angeles as soon as possible." Tom said with a smile.

Let this rich man come to the door in person, and Tom guessed the reason directly.

"The things in Los Angeles are very regrettable. As a person who witnessed all this, I should also play a role in the reconstruction of Los Angeles." Sean said sounding.

"Oh, Mr. Sean and are you planning to invest in Los Angeles? Haha, that would be great. I don't know where Mr. Sean wants to invest." Tom asked with a smile.

"The Sean Group needs a foothold on the west coast to open up the situation, so I am going to invest in building a building in Los Angeles, an iconic skyscraper."

"A large part of the reason for the turmoil in the turbulent area is poverty and the fact that the people have no jobs. Therefore, I am going to let this building be built here to provide more people with a job opportunity."

"Mr. Sean, what a philanthropist!" Tom grinned, showing his teeth.

He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth. A shameless person like Sean, a philanthropist or something, is too embarrassed to admit it.

"For the reconstruction of Los Angeles, the city government has a complete set of plans. We are going to hand over this work to Mr. Peter Weberot. Peter was once the chairman of the Organizing Committee of the 1984 Los Angeles Olympic Games. make this work a success.”

"But now it's almost the end of the year, the mid-term elections are about to start, and work may be busy."

"Mr. Tom left too early at the Sean Films gala. In fact, personally, I am very supportive of the 'Affirmative Rights Movement'. You know, I have many black friends."

Sean looked into Tom's eyes with a smile and continued: "So, I personally think that Mayor Tom's administration in these years has been fruitful and worthy of recognition. I will personally invest a sum of money in Mayor Tom's campaign funds." A donation of $500,000."

"At the same time, Los Angeles 5 will allocate some resources to cooperate with Mayor Tom's team."

Later, Sean highlighted the names of several companies.

These materials are provided by Armstrong Consulting Company, and they are all the industries of Tom and some of his related donkey blacks.

And these industries are bound to benefit a lot from the follow-up Los Angeles reconstruction plan.

Of course, everyone earns money.

Building a skyscraper is an extremely complicated matter, and there should not be too many related industries involved. Sean doesn't mind sharing part of the cake.

With a few simple words, Sean and Tom became old friends immediately, and with the wonderful cooperation before, it is certain to win a piece of land.

It depends on how Sean chooses.

After a while, Peter Weberot also walked in, holding a thick stack of planning drawings in his hand.

The plan is spread out on the desktop.

In fact, before at home, Shen Bi had discussed with Xiao En the targets to choose from, and there were many main and backup options.

At this moment, many places on the map have been painted with green dots.

Apparently, these have been picked.

Spicy ratio!

Sean cursed, but anyone who made a move earlier than himself may be one of the driving forces behind it.

He was fucking curious before, how many buildings were set on fire in one minute during the peak period, this is too exaggerated!

Now think about it, there is something shady about this!

Black, so fucking black!

Compared with them, I am really too kind!

Only kill, not set fire!

Killing or being forced to do business!

"Who chose this place?" Xiao En pointed to a sign on the map with a bad expression, which was Shen Bi's main choice.

"Uh..." Tom and Peter Weberot looked at each other, it's not easy to say.

"It's okay, everyone competes fairly." Xiao En smiled and looked up at the two of them, "Business, each depends on his own ability, don't worry, I never lock men up by force!"

"Everyone can sit down and have a good talk."

"I'm a good talker!" Sean gritted his teeth and said.

I fucking started the Los Angeles riots, but you guys jumped out to take advantage of it.

What the hell is this!

Swiping his fingers back and forth on the map, Xiao En suddenly frowned, and tapped his fingers on the table, feeling that something was missing on the map.

Rubbing his chin and looking at it over and over again, Sean suddenly slapped the table with his hand, "I remember!"

The bang made Tom and Peter jump, and they looked at each other. What's wrong with Sean, he looks like a mental illness!

Anyway, it is certain that normal people don't have such a big murderous intention.

Xiao En's face was full of smiles, he finally remembered what was missing on this map!

There's a fucking Staples Center missing here!

One of the most famous basketball arenas, it is also known as the best arena along with Madison Square Garden in New York, a basketball mecca.

No Los Angeles would be complete without the Staples Center!

Now the home court of the Los Angeles Lakers is still at the Great Western Forum. It is actually a bit far-fetched to say that it is the Los Angeles Lakers.

Because the Great Western Forum is located in Inglewood, one of the most turbulent areas before, and there are many black people here.

The previous Los Angeles Lakers game was moved to Las Vegas because of this.

According to normal history, the Los Angeles Lakers will not move to the Los Angeles Center until the Staples Center is built in 1999.

It's close to Hollywood, and it's the real center of Los Angeles. It's also where I took off and climbed to the top!

An irresistible impulse arose in Xiao En's heart!

Staples Center, mine!

No, Sean Center!

Staples English is Staples, itself is English.

If I can be called Staples, why can't I be called Sean!

Damn, I'm going to make a decision in the center of Sean, and no one can stop it, not even Jesus!

"Here!" Sean tapped heavily on the map, "I want it!"

As soon as this idea came into being, it was like a raging wildfire, constantly impacting Sean's mind.

Tom and Peter looked at each other, Sean is crazy, this place is also a popular place, not far from the place Sean had just set his eyes on.

Here, too, people have taken a fancy to it.

But, forget it, let these rich and powerful families communicate by themselves, the two politicians are not suitable to participate in it.

Just as Tom was about to open his mouth to reveal the information about the person who reserved this place, he heard Sean continue to say, "I want both places!"

"ah!!"

"Sean, this is against the rules!" Tom said with a frown.

Sean raised his head, his eyes changed from the peaceful one before, and he stared at the two of them sharply, "Rules? What fucking rules! Who the fuck made the rules!"

"Give me a fucking explanation, what a fucking rule!"

Sean's eyes were slightly red, and the breathing of the two people staring at them stagnated, and an overwhelming pressure spread over them.

"The government wants to rebuild Los Angeles, so fucking put the land up for auction!"

"Since you're going to operate in the dark, don't tell me the rules!"

"I want to build a building on this land, and I want to build a stadium here!"

"Now, tell me, here and here, which damn guy did it in advance!"

Peter Weberot couldn't bear the murderous look on Sean at once, and he said it out of the oppression, "Bertram Bain, Cyril George."

After saying it, he was relieved and at the same time felt very ashamed, his face turned red and became very ugly.

It is too shameful for a politician who is used to seeing big winds and waves to surrender so easily.

Sean glanced at Peter and Tom without any expression on his face. He reached out his hand and took out the check book from his pocket, and tore off two sheets under the astonished eyes of the two.

The expressions of the two of them were very strange for a while, and they suddenly understood something, but seeing Xiao En's movements, they immediately became confused again.

I saw Sean take a pen and write a line of words on the back of the two checks, a line of Chinese characters they couldn't understand.

However, they can understand the string of numbers above, 500,000!

Five hundred thousand!

Xiao En showed no expression on his face, and pushed the check directly in front of the two of them, "Someone will contact the two of you, in what form, where, and in what currency you want the money to be presented, it's up to you to choose."

"so……"

"Is there any question?" Sean looked at the two expressionlessly.

Tom and Pete looked at each other, and with a simple flip of their hands, the two written checks on the desktop disappeared.

As if it never appeared.

"Mr. Sean was joking. It is precisely because of noble people like you that Los Angeles has developed so well. On behalf of all Angelenos, thank you for your great contribution to the rebuilding of Los Angeles." Tom smiled chrysanthemum.

Sean didn't laugh out loud like a big villain, but smiled and nodded at the two, "I'm really sorry, I was a little irritable because I thought of some unhappy things just now, I hope you two don't mind, I'm still Very easy to get along with!"

"Of course, of course." The two nodded one after another, looking from the bottom of their hearts.

Whoever comes up will give 500,000 US dollars each, and everyone will think that he is easy to talk to.

Is that a curse?

It was a roar to society, it was an emotional catharsis, it was...

I can't make it up!

Anyway, it sounds good!

If you can scold you, scold you more.

"Okay, that's all for today. I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first. I'll invite you two later." Sean said, standing up, straightening his suit, nodding slightly, turning around and leaving.

It wasn't until Sean went out that Tom laughed, "This is Mr. Sean, it's really..."

As he spoke, Tom shook his head, unable to find any words to comment for a while.

"The two sides?" Peter said slightly worried.

"We are the city government of Los Angeles. What we have to consider is how to make the reconstruction work go on better. As for which location and who will build it, what does this have to do with us?"

Tom smiled and patted Peter on the shoulder, "What we need to focus on is how it starts and how it ends, not how the process is completed."

"Okay." Peter sighed.

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"Give me information on two people, Bertram Bain and Cyril George, from Los Angeles."

"Okay, I'll send a fax in ten minutes."

Not long after, there was the sound of typing on the fax, and the fax paper was spit out little by little, with dense words on it.

'Stab' was torn off and faxed, and Sean read it bit by bit.

Bertram Bain, 52 years old, Los Angeles, or a real estate developer in California, the main business scope is in Los Angeles.

The scope of business includes development of residences, apartments, and property management.

The company's assets are about 800 million US dollars, and the personal assets are about 150 million US dollars.

The following is a dense list of Bertram Bain's main experiences from his youth to the present, suspected illegal incidents, his relationship network, and finally family members, main experiences, and illegal incidents.

Sean looked at this side, and the fax machine rang again on the other side, and this time it was Cyril George's information.

It is good to have Armstrong Consulting Company, this information is detailed!

Sean lightly stretched out his hand and flicked the information in his hand, "Norris, prepare the car!"

half an hour later...

Several cars appeared in front of a restaurant.

Two bodyguards walked in front, stretched out their hands and opened the door of the restaurant, and Xiao En, wearing a top hat that covered most of his face, walked in.

In the restaurant, the waiter greeted him, "Hi sir, welcome."

The bodyguard took a step forward, took out a $50 bill and stuffed it directly into the waiter's hand, then gently pushed the waiter.

The waiter turned around tactfully and let go.

Sean walked in without looking.

In the restaurant, a man who was eating stood up and silently led the way, and Sean followed directly.

When Sean set off, someone had already stepped here.

Although according to the habit, whenever Bertram Bain came to work in the company, he would eat here at noon, but Sean didn't want to miss out.

All the way to the second floor, the person who led the way pointed to the door of a box and stood aside, and a bodyguard stepped forward and pushed open the door.

There are four people in the room.

Bertram Bain and one of them were eating at the dining table, while the other two bodyguards were sitting on stools by the door.

Los Angeles is not so peaceful, the rich are accompanied by bodyguards.

The door was suddenly pushed open, Bertram Bain and the two raised their heads and frowned, and the two bodyguards stood up straight away, with a look of vigilance, and took a diagonal step to block most of the door.

"Sir, you went to the wrong room!" A bodyguard said in a serious voice.

"Mr. Bertram Bain, I don't think I went to the wrong room." Sean said with a chuckle.

"I don't remember knowing you, the gentleman who broke in rashly." Bertram Bain frowned and said, "You are very rude!"

"Hehe, let me introduce myself, Sean."

"Sean?" Bertram Bain repeated suspiciously. There are not too many people in the United States called Sean, just like Tony, John, without a surname, who knows who.

Seeing Bertram Bain looking over, the people next to him also shrugged, and the bodyguard stood in the middle vigilantly, unable to see clearly what Sean looked like, so naturally he couldn't recognize him.

"Don't play tricks, you're not welcome here." Seeing that the boss behind him didn't say to let anyone in, two bodyguards stepped forward and directly blocked the door, one of them stretched out his hand and pushed towards Sean.

"Really..." Sean took a step back, "Why can't you talk properly."

Two black muzzles suddenly appeared from behind Sean, directly pressing against the chests of the two bodyguards.

The faces of the two bodyguards suddenly froze in place, not daring to move, their eyes were full of murderous intent.

Murderous aura is something you can't see, but you can definitely feel it, especially if the other party releases it deliberately.

The two security guards hooked their fingers after pointing their muzzles up, and Bertram Bain's bodyguard stiffened and walked out slowly.

"Hey, hello!" Bertram Bain saw that the two bodyguards stiffened for a moment and then walked out in a daze. He suddenly felt something was wrong, and stood up abruptly after shouting twice.

Sean Shiran walked in, and the door was closed behind him with a bang.

"You!" Bertram Bain's heart rate soared to 160 in an instant, as if his heart was about to jump out, and he forced himself to remain calm, but his face was full of vigilance.

"Let me introduce myself again, Sean, Sean Rockefeller," Sean said as he took off his hat and threw it on the seat beside him. He walked to the dining table, opened a chair and sat down.

Bertram Bain stared at Sean's overly young face, and he completely forgot about the two bodyguards.

Damn, this kind of bodyguard doesn't work at critical moments...

That's not right, being controlled by someone suddenly scares me enough.

Shit!

"The name Sean is really not well-known, no one knows it at all."

"Sit down, don't be so polite, I'm just here to talk to you about business." Xiao En shrugged, smiled and raised his hands and said, "It's just that I never thought that you would be so... vigilant."

Bertram Bain sat down on the chair with an ugly expression on his face.

You say that like it's my fault.

Is this my vigilance?

You broke in suddenly and knew I was here, how did you know my whereabouts?

No matter how you look at it, they are all spying on me, obviously with malicious intentions, anyone would be vigilant!

It's just that I can't say these words, as if I'm afraid.

Although I was afraid.

The problem is, it's obvious that there will be business negotiations soon, so it's not easy to lose momentum.

It's very frustrating.

Xiao En smiled and picked up the wine glass and poured himself a glass of wine, as if he was the owner of the place.

He did it on purpose, deliberately giving the other party a blow.

"This should be the first time we have met, and I would like to toast Mr. Bertram." Sean became polite again at this moment.

Bertram Bain quickly regained his composure, since it wasn't so bad...

No, this guy is definitely a bad guy!

But it shouldn't be too much of a threat to myself...

Not right either!

Gan!

In decades of business, I have never met such a person.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Bertram Bain squeezed out a smiling face, picked up the wine glass and touched Sean.

"I don't know why Mr. Sean came to me in such a hurry?" Bertram Bain hinted.

"I'm a little impatient when I do things. I don't like to procrastinate. I just do it when I think about it." Sean stared at Bertram Bain and said slowly: "I'm going to make a real estate investment in Los Angeles. I fell in love with two places when we were together, and I heard that Mr. Bertram also liked one of them."

Bertram Bain did not speak, his brows were already wrinkled.

"It happened suddenly this time. I believe Bertram and you also made a temporary decision. So, on what terms, you can give me the place."

What Sean said was very straightforward, and the straightforwardness made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Bertram Baine's face darkened.

Who is not a billionaire anymore, let me let you come up, why?

Am I shameless?

"Can't Mr. Sean give way?" Bertram Bain said in a low voice.

"No!" Sean shook his head directly, "So I came to you, and you put forward conditions."

"My condition is that there are no conditions." Bertram Bain said coldly.

"Oh, that's it." Sean still had a smile on his face, without regret or anger.

He raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

After wiping his mouth with a tissue, he stood up, smiled and nodded at Bertram Bain, turned around and left.

Bertram Bain watched in bewilderment as Sean opened the door and walked out, subconsciously raised his hand to want something, but at this moment the door was closed with a 'bang'.

"Bang!" Bertram Bain slapped the dining table hard with a livid face, causing the dishes to rattle.

In other words, this is a high-end restaurant, the table material is very good, very heavy and strong, if it is a small shop like Hong Kong Island, it will be overturned directly.

If you refute me, if you refute me, I will talk to you!

"Can this kind of person do business? Ah, can he do this kind of business!" Bertram Bain yelled at the people around him angrily.

"Haggling!"

"This person must be sick. He suddenly barged in, suddenly asked me to give in, and suddenly left!"

Bertram Bain really didn't want to talk about it at first, he was really angry.

A dignified billionaire, in his 50s, was startled by a junior intruding in. If he wanted to agree directly, he could talk. Where would he save his face?

Don't be too angry, young man!

Rejection is inevitable!

This matter can only be discussed after Xiao En finds someone to clear up the relationship and give him face.

But Sean really didn't say anything, his expression didn't change and he got up and left after he suddenly regretted it.

Indeed, as Sean said, when the Los Angeles riots happened suddenly, everyone intervened on the spur of the moment, and all the planning and planning were based on ideas in their minds.

But if there is no plan, there is no plan. The cake cut from the poor ghost must be divided first.

As for how to eat it in the end, frying or frying, that's another plan.

Sitting next to Bertram Bain was another shareholder of the company, and the two were talking about how to develop the land while eating.

A plot of land that has not been decided on how to develop it, to be more precise, it has not been acquired at all.

It's just a tacit understanding between everyone.

It's not impossible to develop in a similar place, as long as Sean gives enough compensation, or cooperation is fine.

The United States is not a rabbit. It does not mean that a good geographical location will definitely develop.

The folk customs in the United States are too simple, and whether they can develop depends on who is active here, how the security situation is, and many other factors.

Just like Inglewood, not far from the center of Los Angeles, there are also teams such as the Great West Road Forum Arena and the Los Angeles Lakers here, but the land prices around here just cannot develop.

There are too many blacks.

Before Bertram Bain's partner could say anything, the door was opened again, and two bodyguards stood at the door with embarrassing expressions.

"Get out!!" Bertram Bain roared with his mouth open.

He was going to be pissed off by these two bodyguards!

I give you such a high salary to support you, is this what you do at critical moments?

He was kicked out without even letting out a fart.

Fucking worse than Murdoch's bodyguard!

At least Murdoch knew how to resist a few times.

Although it's useless.

Murdoch: ? ? ?

Can this happen to me too?

The two bodyguards were also wronged, and it was my fault. They put their guns on our chests.

"Okay, don't be angry." The partner comforted Bertram Bain, "Young people, it's all like this. If it doesn't work once, let's talk about it next time."

"Do you think he wants to have a good talk." Bertram Bain snorted coldly, and said with some concern: "I'm afraid that he will get in the way, and start negotiating with nearby residents to buy land in advance. "

"Probably not, as he said, he is an impatient person." The partner thought for a while and said.

"I hate this kind of sudden intervention the most!" Bertram Bain looked irritated.

According to the design of those who share the cake, the purchase of land is uniformly operated by the Los Angeles City Government.

The reason is also simple, the poor have the cunning of the poor, besides, not all the poor here, the owners of those merchants and households are just not as rich as them.

If major companies were to acquire the land, some people would definitely feel that they could take a bite.

As a nail household, it is understandable if you want to ask for more money.

There are also many nail households in Laomei, and some of them are even more invincible.

An 85-year-old lady, the land does not exceed 100,000, and the developer gave 1 million, but she did not sell it!

The old lady participated in World War II as a spy of the Allied forces. She was captured by the German army and then escaped. After that, she established an orphanage in Europe to help refugees. After her mother got old, she returned to the United States to take care of her mother.

During the interview, the old lady said, I don’t have a good life for a few years, and I have no children, so it’s useless to give me more money. This house was left to me by my mother. It’s a commemoration and sustenance. .

Therefore, everyone tacitly prepared to hand over this to the government, and operate on the grounds of rebuilding Los Angeles, redevelopment, and government compensation.

After all, the riots are disasters and accidents. The reconstruction time will not be short, and the commercial value is difficult to calculate. Therefore, the city government will operate the knife, and the price will not be outrageous under the violent oppression.

Americans are even better at playing with public opinion.

If Xiao En suddenly intervenes now, he only needs to buy a few pieces of real estate and land...

Then the strongest nail household was born.

It's just that Bertram Bain's pattern is obviously small.

...

"Let someone come over. Anyone who walks will leave traces. I don't believe that Bertram Bain has not intervened in this. Find them."

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Calvin, I wanted to be more and more, but the remaining 1200 words were not squeezed out.