In the United States.

The poor live in suburban villas, while the rich live in urban apartments.

The two major shareholders of Koch Industries, the brothers Charles Koch and David Koch, are naturally considered rich, so they live in a 32-story apartment on East 63rd Street, Upper East Side.

The seventh floor above the 25th floor are all Koch's home, equipped with swimming rooms, gyms, cinemas and other facilities.

The two brothers live on the 32nd and 29th floors respectively. Other children live on other floors, and some children who are not valued and are driven out to live. The two families usually eat together, and they rarely see similar family relationships in the United States.

Manhattan is located from East 61st Street to East 68th Street. The streets are quiet and elegant, with green trees.

There are many top wealthy residents in the district, such as media giant Mercury, Rockefeller, the Rockefeller family leader David Rockefeller, and Redstone, president of the media giant Viacom who acquired Paramount the year before yesterday.

This afternoon.

It's the same as usual, but a little different.

There was a half-grown boy with dark skin and curly hair, riding a bicycle that was commonly used to deliver newspapers, a small military green bag, and a sideways waist.

On the bicycle path, press the bell and ride to the apartment where the Koch brothers live.

He got out of the car and parked, and seemed not very skilled in his movements.

He set up his bicycle, lowered his head and turned around and took out a light brown file bag.

The security guards standing at the door, when they saw him coming, smiled and shouted loudly: "Boy! This is not the place you should come!"

Each apartment costs more than 10 million US dollars, and it is equipped with newspaper delivery and courier pickup personnel, which is indeed not where he should come.

The boy shook the file bag in his hand. Although he was dark in his skin, his teeth were very white when he smiled. He replied to the security guard: "A gentleman asked me to help him send this document here.

He was just two streets away, and seemed to have encountered something urgent, so he took a taxi and left.

The recipient calls”

His expression was full of entanglement, and suddenly turned into surprise. He clapped his hands and laughed:

“Koch!

David Koch!

Haha, it's such a hard-to-remember name.

You give it to him for me, that person said it was a very, very important thing.

My mission is completed, please give me fifty dollars.

The gentleman said, I will give me fifty dollars if I send it.”

A white security guard heard the boss' name.

I walked up and picked up the file bag, which was bulging inside. I looked up and looked through the sunlight between the branches, as if it was a phone call.

The bag reads "David Koch".

I didn’t have the name of the sender or the address of the receipt. I thought maybe it was someone from the company, so I put the file bag under my armpit.

He stared at the child and smiled, "It costs fifty dollars to two streets. Do you think I'm an idiot?"

I really dare to make a random quote.”

Take out ten dollars from your chest pocket and hand it to the child who delivered the letter, continuing: "Hold it, enough, don't expect me to tip you."

"But he really said fifty dollars! I didn't lie to you!

In order to deliver the letter, I was almost hit by the bus!”

A resident who came out of the building looked here after hearing this.

Even though he didn't say anything or express his dissatisfaction, the security guards were still nervous: "Sorry, Mr. Jim Walton!"

"I'm sorry, I've disturbed you!"

...

The youngest son of Walmart founder Sam Walton didn't even look at them.

He nodded, sat on the side of the road and walked away, and another Mercedes-Benz also started, and the person sitting inside should be a bodyguard or something.

When the security guard met the child in front of him, he stubbornly refused to accept the ten dollars and cursed helplessly: "I am so sad that I am only a few years old.

I am only thirty years old, so I took the money and left quickly. If I disturb others, they are not as easy to talk to me. You must know that this building is full of big people.

What's wrong with the world? How pure I was when I was a child, I could just send a letter to a candy..."

From ten dollars to thirty dollars, the child who delivered the letter took the money with a smile and gave him a handmade business card.

He said, "Thank you, next time I have something to give, I will find my first interstellar logistics company in the universe. When I grow up, I will open the world's largest logistics company!"

"When I was a child, I wanted to conquer the entire universe, but now I am just a security guard.

The reason why dreams are dreams is because they cannot be realized, and there is nothing to do with it."

A strong man with a beard and ruthless blow, waved his hand and asked him to leave, and continued to go back to the door and doze off.

The boy stuffed the money and took a photo, as if he was afraid of losing it, so he rode his bicycle.

If you look closely, you will find that except for skin tone and hair, his face shape is exactly the same as Han Xuan.

This guy stepped on the pedal, and the bell pressed with his fingers, and Dingling sounded.

He rode forward for more than two hundred meters, parked his bicycle on the side of the road, and got into the Rolls-Royce sedan that had been following him.

The passers-by saw this scene and their eyes were almost glaring out

"Are you satisfied after experiencing the lives of our civilians?"

The driver Jason turned around and asked Han Xuan.

"Well, it's very interesting. I think I should be an actor.

The stuff has been delivered, and now I can wait for the phone number, and I have earned thirty dollars to deliver the letter.

Let's go, treat you to pizza!"

Making these thirty dollars is happier than earning one million dollars.

Han Xuan took off the wig that was put on his head, and his expression was very happy. He used to be Han Xuan, but he had just finally become an ordinary person like Wang Xuan and Li Xuan.

He tore open the bag and wiped his face in front of the mirror with the wet wipes inside, revealing the white and tender skin under the foundation.

The Rolls-Royce headlights flashed twice and started slowly.

Drive into the scarce traffic...

On the other side.

The package sent by Han Xuan passed through the airport's dedicated X-ray security facilities and was found to be in danger.

In just over ten minutes, they gave it to David Koch's secretary. If it weren't for the rare telephone number inside, their efficiency would definitely not be so fast.

There are countless cover letters and invitation letters sent every day. David Koch's secretary is used to it. He originally planned to throw them away and take a look at the assistant like he usually does.

But after hearing the security guard, he asked uncertainly: "Mobile phone? Why would anyone send a phone?

Who sent this thing?"

"A child who delivered a letter asked me for a hundred dollars in delivery fee, saying that the man promised him.

I'll pay first, this money..."

The security guard who had given Han Xuan thirty dollars before said with a serious expression on his face.

"Don't be so stupid, can you send a letter of one hundred?

Do I think I am a fool? Go and tell the captain myself that I will receive twenty dollars."

The secretary took the documents and walked into the room without looking back.

The security guard wanted to speak but stopped, raised his arm and wanted to call him, but then he was unable to put it down, muttering: "I had known that I wouldn't learn from that child, I'd been working for two more hours today."

David Koch has a fever recently and is idle at home to recuperate and has not gone to the company.

Hearing the knock on the door, he said, “Come in.

Smith, it happened to help me drive away the crow outside the window, it was so noisy!"

"Okay, boss.

Someone just sent you something and said it was very important.

I have a cell phone inside, do you want to show it to you?"

"cell phone?"

David Koch wore his golden-edged eyes, "Give it to me."

The secretary named Smith put the file bag on the coffee table.

Koch unbuttoned the red thread wrapped around the buttons and poured out the contents.

The Motorola phone slid down and hit the button. The green light on the screen lighted up, and there was a piece of paper that was half exposed from the file bag.

David Koch first put his phone aside, took out the white paper, and after reading it, he spliced ​​it with letters cut from the newspaper.

I immediately choked and coughed, as if my lungs were about to cough out, so I covered my chest with force!

Secretary Smith stood on tiptoe and saw it saying: The refinery discharges sewage. If you don’t want to expose it, call me.

David Koch was so scared that this was one of the biggest secrets of the company. If someone shook it out, the consequences would be unimaginable!

The secretary quickly poured him a glass of water: "Boss, he may want money."

"What did you do?"

David Koch instantly raised his head and looked at his secretary with a hungry wolf-like gaze (~^~)

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Chapter completed!