The Richest Man in the DC World

Elliott!

The founder of Gotham City, a wealthy family that has inherited a century of history, and the goal that countless people look up to...

There is so much to describe about its story.

Robert never dreamed that he would be approached by the heirs of the Elliott family.

Warren raised his elbow and rubbed him,

"You haven't invited us in yet!"

Robert woke up and quickly stretched out his right hand,

"Hello, Mr. Elliott!"

Thomas didn't look at him and walked straight into the house.

Robert's cheeks stiffened, he turned around nonchalantly, and followed,

"Mr. Elliott, I don't know what you have to do with me."

As a top student graduating from Harvard Medical School, Thomas honored the oath he made when he graduated, not smoking, not drinking, not taking drugs, maintaining a good life style, and never touching anything dirty.

As a result, the first moment he walked into the room, his body had a huge repulsion, whether it was the smell of tobacco and alcohol in the air or the furniture and carpet covered with putty, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Since you don't like it, there's no need to stay, just leave a sentence [to the roof to talk], and Thomas turned around and left.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely embarrassing.

Robert stood motionless, his face gloomy and dripping.

Warren hurriedly apologized, and while appeasing his old friend, dragged him out.

When he came to the top of the building, Thomas was standing on the edge of the wall. One step forward was the abyss, but he walked back and forth without caring. His black suit was rustled by the night wind, and his whole body seemed to float.

"I have seen your profile. You and Falcone have a deep hatred. It happens that I don't like that arrogant guy who calls himself a Roman. Do one thing for me, and I will give you a chance to avenge."

Robert said indifferently, "I'm sorry, Mr. Elliott, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The hatred with Falcone has passed, and now I just want to start from scratch."

"yes?"

Thomas smiled faintly, took out a stack of photos from his arms and threw them at his feet. The photo was of a young woman with a beautiful face, trapped on a stake by chains, covered with scars all over her body.

Despite the dim light, Robert still recognized who the woman was, and the memory buried in the deepest surface emerged. That handsome face instantly became distorted, his body trembled, and his twinkling pupils were filled with resentment.

"Some hatred doesn't go away, it just grows stronger over time."

Thomas stepped down from the edge of the wall and said with a blank face, "Falcone's subordinates are all over Gotham. Every time he goes out, he is surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards, as well as high-ranking politicians who act as protective umbrellas. If you want to kill him, why not? Kill? Dying together with explosives, do you have the courage?"

Thomas stepped forward and whispered in his ear,

"Without my help, you will never be able to avenge yourself."

A sentence like a red-hot needle pierced deeply into Robert's heart, and after a long silence, he roared,

"I do not believe you."

"You can only trust me."

Robert bowed his head and said nothing. There is no free lunch in the world. The other party must have something to ask for. After thinking about it, there is only ShowMe.

Seeing that the old friend did not speak, Warren quickly persuaded,

"Mr. Elliott is a trustworthy person. He has never regretted what he said. I can use my life as a guarantee for this. Besides, there is no one else in the world except Elliott to help you avenge. Boss? Besides picking up girls, what else would he do?"

"We don't ask you to betray, we just need you to reveal some inside information and take a step back at a critical time."

Saying that, he took out a check and put it on the ground, with the number 5 and six 0s written on it.

Five million dollars!

Robert took a deep breath and looked at his old friend with complicated eyes.

"This is the deposit,

After this is done, there is a check for the same amount, and the position of the financial director of Sequoia Group is also yours. "

Sequoia Group?

Robert moved in his heart and seemed to understand something. Eight years ago, Sequoia Group experienced a major equity change. The group's boss, Lambert Kahn, resold all his shares to a mysterious rich man.

Since then, the Sequoia Group has taken on a new look, and it only took a few years to become a giant in the Internet industry.

Could it be that the mysterious rich man is the Elliott family.

"I don't hide it from you. The big boss of Sequoia Group is Mr. Elliott by my side. It's better to follow him than your current boss."

Robert still chose to remain silent, and Warren still wanted to persuade, but seeing the boss shaking his head, he had to shut his mouth and stand aside.

Time passed slowly in a strange atmosphere.

After half a minute, Robert raised his head and said word by word,

"With the strong financial resources of the Elliott family, it is not difficult to win ShowMe, why are you looking for me?"

"You should ask your little boss why he is unwilling to sell his shares."

Thinking of what had happened in the past few days, Thomas felt a pang in his heart.

"Three days ago, in the name of Sequoia Group, I initiated an acquisition plan worth 100 million yuan to ShowMe, and he hung up the phone without hesitation, and then raised the offer to 150 million, but it still didn't work. This is the second time in more than 20 years that I have been rejected in a row."

"The afternoon before yesterday, I entrusted a company under my company to initiate a financing plan for ShowMe, hoping to buy 50% of ShowMe's shares at a price of $80 million."

Thomas raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with an inexplicable taste,

"Guess what the result was?"

Robert is not a fool, how dare he take this sentence, after being silent for a while, he said bitterly, "I don't understand, ShowMe is just a social networking company that provides free services, and the room for appreciation is limited, why do you have to spend so much effort to get it? Get him off."

"I don't want ShowMe, I want a database."

"database?"

Robert frowned, unable to understand.

The names and phone numbers recorded in the database can be found through other means, but it is of no use!

"You have three minutes to think about it, and in three minutes, I hope to get an affirmative answer."

After saying this, Thomas turned to leave, and soon disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

Warren patted his old friend on the shoulder and followed.