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"Don't you know that it came on behalf of my father? Mobil Oil Company has two refineries and a plasticizer here. It happened that I was on holiday. He asked me to come over and see it, and then donate to him by the way."

The Dacia clinked glasses with Angela enthusiastically, and then took the initiative to shake hands with Li Mochen and hugged her: "I know you, Andre Lee Wiltonstein, the hottest fighting star on the East Coast. Get to know Dacia Rockefeller, Angela's classmate at Star Mail Noble Academy. I'm your fan, and those games are quite beautiful."

Li Mochen's eyebrows raised slightly, thinking that it was a big background. Rockefeller, a family that only rose to prominence more than two hundred years ago, was once ranked as the richest man. In modern times, although this family has been repeatedly split and invested most of its assets in various charitable funds, this family is still one of the most powerful families in the entire America.

However, this person's expression is easy-going, and no ordinary family's eyes are above the top, which makes him unable to feel any disgusted for the time being.

But as soon as Dacia finished speaking, a person behind him sneered: "It's just a mixed-race bastard, and I've become a little famous recently. I don't know what the Civic Party thinks, but it actually invited this guy over. He is not even a professional player. The Civic Party's style is getting lower and lower. You are so proud of him, Dacia."

Dacia immediately frowned, glanced coldly behind her, and then smiled slightly: "Hey! Everyone, I want to talk to my idol and classmate Angel now, can I give us some private space?"

The young men and girls looked at each other, and then they all scattered helplessly. After all the people behind them left, Dacia apologized: "Don't mind Andre, these are some of my playmates who came to Atlanta and I couldn't even name many of them. There is no need to care about them. Some idiots with bad brains and low news. Even I, a Manhattanist, know that you have acquired the Georgia Post."

"It doesn't matter."

Li Mochen really didn't care. He didn't have any thoughts at all. He also heard that this young man named Dacia was really "sincere". He happened to come to Rockefeller Consortium to attract venture capital for his company. But at this moment, he saw Nannet Drew not far away, smiling and raising his wine glass at him.

Li Mochen hesitated a little, then put down his wine glass: "I have something to do here, so I'll lose my companion."

Just after Li Mochen left, Dacia Rockefeller looked at his back with distorted eyes: "Anqi, do you like this guy, right? You are now a boyfriend and girlfriend, right?"

"What are you asking about this? It's not your business at all." Angela asked replies without answering.

"How can this be said to be OK? Many people know that Mr. Michelle met Consulley of Wilton Stein, and then the entire Manhattan and Atlanta social circles all exploded about this. Many people in my family want to know the truth, and I happen to be in Atlanta."

Dacia shrugged her shoulders and looked helpless: "This is not just a simple gossip. If the old man Wilton Stein and Michelle Group come together, it may affect the entire America situation, so many people are paying attention. I am also ordered to inquire now-"

"Nothing to be told!"

Angela snorted, but her eyes were not separated from Li Mochen's figure: "What kind of person is my father? You know better than me. How do I know what he thinks?"

"I think so too, but if you two really have plans to marry, you won't object to Angel, right?"

Dacia's next expression gradually became solemn: "But Angel, do you know what your future marriage will be like? Sorry, I don't mean to look down on him. Andre's talent is far above me. His future is not something I, a playboy. But Angel, do you think he can bear it now?"

Angela was speechless and remembered the night two days ago.

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"When Ferguson was talking to you just now, did you want you to sell your shares in the Georgia Post? He also threatened you?"

Nannet Drew was also invited this time. Due to his huge influence in the media industry and the CEO of Rising Sun Publishing House, this person was arranged in the fifth row.

"With your strength as boss, there is no need to care too much about him. At worst, you can give him a bullet and let him see the Lord of Light, or hell."

Li Mochen couldn't help but be speechless, looking at Ms. Drew blankly, thinking that this is really what a current affairs newspaper editor said. Will a person who is interested in politics in the future say?

"Of course it's a joke, but since you have such ability, it's okay to warn him a little. That guy relies on some big guys to support him, and he was a little unscrupulous."

Nannet Drew led Li Mochen to the corner by the window: "I can guess what methods he will use against the boss. Generally, there is no problem. I can help you resolve the boss and try not to affect your business. But we have to be careful that he can do everything he can, which is equivalent to a complete break and launching a war on you. Therefore, we might as well solve the problem from the beginning so as not to be uncontrollable. Just like you did when you solved the Cardinian Group before, use blood and fire to deter dissidents, but that level is not enough. If you can use force to deter or eliminate it, there is no need to waste more words, right? In this era, public opinion is very strong, but it is still not as good as swords."

Li Mochen couldn't help but fall into meditation, thinking that it seems that it is really necessary?

"You made me moved, Ms. Drew, but I feel that this approach is no different from the underworld?"

"There has never been a difference. The so-called upper class just masters more powerful power and then puts on a layer of glamorous cloak. They are even more cruel, more sinister and more sinister than the underworld."

Ms. Drew smiled slightly: "Have you heard of the Radlow Massacre? That was two hundred years ago. The Colorado Fuel and Iron Mining Company controlled by the Rockefeller family dispatched private armed forces equipped with armored vehicles and heavy machine guns, as well as the Colorado National Guard to suppress the strike organized by the American Federation of Miners in Colorado. After a 14-hour fierce battle, hundreds of people were killed and injured, hundreds of women and children were burned alive, and then a long civil war in the Colorado Guerrilla Warfare, which was more than

Thousands of people died. Some of the competitors of Standard Oil were directly killed by the Rockefeller family. But the Rockefeller family is a great philanthropist who is famous in society. No one dared to mention this matter in the newspaper, and the federal government did not hold criminal responsibility. In the same case, Carnegie, who even waved butchers' knives directly at their workers. Even if you, Wilton Stein family, were no exception. Just twenty-seven years ago, you directly destroyed a family for the management rights of Port Viron."

“I will consider it.”

Li Mochen's eyes flashed, not saying anything.

"Of course, this is just my personal opinion."

Nannet Drew continued to give advice: "In addition, you can also ask the Citizens and Ms. Isolte for some help, after all, to help them resist the swords of their competitors."
Chapter completed!