"John, don't be so impatient. Isn't that what negotiations are like? Do we still expect results in one day?" Sheffield said to calm down and talk first.

Of course, regarding the matter of oil exploration, Sheffield believes that the current complaints are just minor issues. He is 100% sure about this negotiation, because the two sides are completely different in terms of confidence. Who in this world except himself knows that there is something underground in Texas?

Oil? Rockefeller's confidence lies in the fact that who in the world can explore better than Standard Oil.

However, compared to two people who are destined to cooperate but are temporarily fighting each other. After dragging his tired body for a day, Pierre, the owner and editor-in-chief of the Atlanta Morning News, who has just arrived home, adjusted his expression before opening the door, not wanting to let anyone know.

The family is worried.

Pierre is in his early forties, and may have some sparse hair on top of his head due to the frequent use of his brain. But the hard work is worth it. He has a happy family, a gentle wife and a pair of children, lives in a big house and several

With a considerable amount of savings, one can be called a successful person.

Pierre's wife had already heard everything that happened during the day. When her husband came back, she asked worried questions. Seeing her lover's concern, Pierre adjusted his mentality. Of course, there were also complaints about the people in the gathering.

and dissatisfaction with the police department's inaction, but this dissatisfaction stopped immediately, and there was a knock on the door.

As a successful man, Pierre lived in a community with very good conditions and good security. Looking at the situation outside through the door, a young man stood at the door, opened the door and asked, "Excuse me, are you

?”

"Mark Jackson!" The visitor announced his name, and several men in suits suddenly came out from the left and right sides invisible to the door. This startled Pierre and he was at a loss for a moment.

Mark Jackson did not feel that his behavior was malicious at all, and said politely, "Mr. Editor-in-Chief, why don't you invite me in for a chat? Of course you don't agree, I will go in and do it too."

Immediately, Mark Jackson pushed Pierre aside and led several people into the house. He looked at the furnishings of the room with great interest and nodded slightly as if to comment, "Mr. Editor-in-Chief's life is not bad."

"Who are you? Do all the people living in this community have status?" Pierre said calmly, hoping to use the nearby community environment and police department to make these uninvited guests retreat.

"A person with status?" Mark Jackson frowned slightly, as if he was savoring the meaning of this sentence. After a moment, he asked nonchalantly, "What is a person with status? Have you heard of the Jackson Manor?"

"Jackson Manor?" Pierre was speechless for a moment. He naturally knew about the existence of this plantation group. He also knew that the Jackson family was a large family in Georgia. Cotton had been grown in the plantation and they were leaders in the local textile industry. But

The reason why I know this is because I once wrote a report and criticized this family.

"It's not important that you wrote a report to criticize our family. I came here to discuss business. Although I don't understand how my family offended you. There are tens of thousands of farms in Georgia, but you always keep an eye on our family.

Don't let me go." As soon as Mark Jackson saw the other person's uncertain expression, he knew that the other person was thinking wrong. He waved his hands casually and sat down, put his hands together on his knees and turned to the main guest, "This is your home, please sit down!

"

"Actually, my family is just like other farms, growing some cotton, corn, tobacco, and soybeans! Not to mention chicken farms, the cheapest poultry in the United States of Georgia will be on your table."

Mark Jackson sighed for a long time before getting to the point and said, "Do you hate people who are richer than you? Then it makes sense that the citizens also hate you. What happened in the newspaper office during the day is not unexpected."

Mark Jackson obviously knew everything about what happened in the city during the day. As soon as he mentioned it, Pierre's head cleared and he blurted out, "Were those gangsters hired by you?"

"You have to speak with evidence, otherwise it's just spreading rumors. Look at my brain. Aren't you just chasing rumors and writing specious things to make money?" Mark Jackson seemed to be annoyed by his naivety. He shook his head and said, "Those patriots

The just act against the British spokesperson has nothing to do with me, and there is no need for me to lie to you. But this time I was entrusted by someone to talk to you about the acquisition of the newspaper."

The real owner was still visiting the Rockefeller family at his family's manor. If possible, Mark Jackson didn't want to miss the meeting with Peng Pi Shenghui, but he had no choice. He always showed up when asked by others, just to relax.

Mark Jackson had no reason to refuse Sheffield's request. Like many supporters of the defeated Confederacy that year, the Jackson family was also severely damaged and even almost went to Brazil in anger. It took several years for the Sheffield family to

With the help of others, he regained his strength.

Acquisition? This word stung Pierre's sensitive nerves. How could his life's hard work be acquired? He flatly refused, "Do you think I will agree to your gangster behavior? Citizens will understand it sooner or later!"

"I see, you took money? Do you want me to provide evidence?" Mark Jackson, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, taunted the other party mercilessly, "Who are you? You dare to accuse me of being a robber? Don't think I don't understand what a newspaper is like.

Operation, you have not collected less money these years, otherwise you can live in a house like this?"

This grab for white money made Pierre blush and turn white. The key is that he really collected the money, but how did the other party know? Is this also a trap of the other party?

"Now that you are disappearing from the press, the money you earned before has been enough for you to live a stable life. It can provide your children with a good life. If you don't want to, the fact that you are paid to speak for the British will spread.

I have evidence in my hand that you collected money, and I have certified physical evidence. You will be ruined, and the newspaper will not be able to protect it either!" Mark Jackson tilted his head with a relaxed expression and looked at Pierre's wife, the hostess of this house.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Where can I find your home? This is not a problem for the patriots, they just need to be revealed."

Speaking of this, Mark Jackson snapped his fingers, and the communication contract appeared in front of the two of them. He tapped the contract on the table with his index finger and said indifferently, "Don't waste time, sign it, for the sake of your children, otherwise

When they come back, everyone’s faces will look bad.”

"But, my newspaper is worth more than 30,000 US dollars!" Facing the heavy pressure from Mark Jackson, Pierre, who hesitated for a long time, finally compromised and only wanted a more favorable contract.

"Didn't you receive the deposit first? It's all included!" A smile flashed in Mark Jackson's eyes, and he slowed down and said, "Sign it, otherwise this house may be burned down by patriotic citizens tomorrow.
Chapter completed!