A group of Fidelity executives looked at each other, and Sean mentioned David Rockefeller by his first name several times.

Finally, I just called the old guy directly.

It can be seen from this that this arrogant guy did not take David, the head of the Rockefeller family, seriously at all.

Yes, Sean said that on purpose.

Anyway, he will never admit it after walking out of this door.

It's all slander, revenge and instigation by the opponent Chi Guoguo.

I, Sean Rockefeller, am a good capitalist young man who knows how to respect the old and care for the young!

"If you are not satisfied, you don't have to buy it. We are not forcing you. This is not a reason for you to go to Fidelity and use violence!" The president of Fidelity softened his tone a lot, but he still wanted to maintain Fidelity's face.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Sean waved his hand impatiently, "Those companies and those patents are all owned by Rockefeller. You are just a group of managers, and you really think of yourselves as the masters!"

"This is an irrevocable trust. Once the trust is reached, it cannot be changed. Only the beneficiaries who are over 30 years old can request revocation when they are sober and have not been threatened or deceived. Otherwise, they will be the managers of these assets. This

It’s the law…”

Yes, it is almost impossible for even the beneficiary to revoke the trust. Although the law allows it, how can you prove that you are awake and not under duress?

I am here to protect your interests and for your own good!

Because Elvis Presley's woman could not prove that she was sane and had a history of drug abuse, she always had things that were not hers.

And how many people in the United States have no history of drug abuse? Even the president has passed away.

This is why David Rockefeller has been unable to do anything with the trust company.

unless……

When Fidelity's legal advisor and barrister was spitting out saliva, Sean gently poked the bald Lil next to him.

Lille jumped up suddenly, with a ferocious face. He held the table with one hand, pointed at the white-haired lawyer with the other and cursed loudly: "Fuck you law, you damn old man, fuck you Fuck, Fuck you

The whole family, all the women in the family!”

What are you talking about? What are you scolding?

Crazy cursing!

Lille's sudden outburst caused the entire conference room to fall into an eerie silence.

Everyone at Fidelity stared blankly at this foul-mouthed guy, with confusion written on their faces.

Where did this damn rude guy come from!

Why is he here!

Sol lowered his head and covered his face with his hands. He was afraid that he would laugh out loud.

Sean kept a straight face. If he hadn't received professional training, he would never have been able to hold it back.

Accustomed to negotiating, accustomed to talking about rules and laws, even the most eloquent lawyer was stunned for a while.

Lear cursed non-stop for three minutes before the other party responded.

"Damn it, you rude redneck, you, you, you dare to insult me, I'm going to sue you, I'm going to send you to jail!" The lawyer's hair was about to explode. He had never been so angry.

"Come on, come on!" Lear became even more energetic, roared around the conference table, and charged toward the old lawyer menacingly, like a furious lion.

At this moment, the old lawyer was so frightened that he opened his mouth wide and could not utter a single word.

Obviously, when face to face, words can never beat fists.

Facing the furious Lear, no one among Fidelity's top executives dared to stand up and make any declaration of justice.

You can't expect a group of multi-millionaires in their 50s to fight against a stinky security guard like Lille.

"You fucking sue me now, come on, call the police, hurry up!" Leal snatched the phone from the old lawyer and slapped it on the conference table, "Fuck me, if you don't call the police, you're the one

grandson!"

"You, you, you..." The old lawyer was filled with murderous intent and calmed down on the spot.

Well, very calm.

It is impossible for Lille to go to jail with threats and insults, and he can be released on bail with some money. This is only useful to some poor people.

"I'm warning you, don't be so impulsive. You almost killed Mr. Phillips just now. I can definitely sue you for deliberate obliteration. You will be sentenced to at least 5 years in prison." The old lawyer spoke slowly, hoping to be calm and calm.

His words made the guy in front of him feel fearful.

Phillips:???

What does it have to do with me!?

When did I say I was going to sue him?

Stop fucking making false accusations!

"Five years!" The first thing that came to Leer's mind was the hotel-style prison.

This is great!

"Come on, old guy!" Lear grabbed the old lawyer by the collar and lifted him up from the seat with one arm, "Sue me now, immediately!"

"Five years is not enough, at least 20 years are needed!"

"Not only am I going to kill him, I'm going to kill you too!"

"Cut off your head bit by bit, and use a chainsaw to cut your whole family into pieces!"

Lifted up in the air by Lier, the old lawyer felt like he couldn't breathe, his face turned red, and he couldn't speak.

When a person is not afraid of the law, lawyers who use the law as a weapon lose their effectiveness.

He was like this now, being picked up and tossed around casually in someone's hands.

Seeing that the old lawyer was so stunned that he rolled his eyes, Sean was still watching with his arms crossed, as if he was not afraid that Lear would really kill the old lawyer.

Yes, Sean is indeed not afraid.

If you die, you will die.

There is no death penalty in New Jersey, and the best he can do is to be put in jail.

It's very embarrassing that the prison was opened by oneself!

Since taking prison, Sean's group of men have been extremely active in taking the blame...

In the past, we drew lots, and whoever was unlucky went to jail. Now we still raise money, and whoever was lucky went to jail.

The treatment inside is better than outside!

Not to mention freedom. For most people in the 1980s, the majority were those who had never left their own urban areas in their lives.

Besides, Sean wouldn't really restrict their freedom.

Even if something goes wrong, it's still the prison management's problem, and it has nothing to do with Sean, a legitimate and serious businessman?

No!

"Sean, stop him quickly. Do you really want him to kill Phil?" Seeing the old lawyer kicking his legs, the CEO of Fidelity stood up suddenly and shouted loudly, regardless of testing Sean's attitude.

.

"What does it have to do with me? I can't control him." Sean curled his lips and said nonchalantly.

"You!" Fidelity CEO was really anxious, "Sean, don't be like this. There is nothing that cannot be discussed. We have no intention of making things difficult for you, I swear."

"Are you sure? We can talk?" Sean laughed.

"I'm sure!" the Fidelity president said loudly, raising his hands.

"Lil, are you fucking crazy again? Put him down quickly." As if he had just seen it, Sean pointed at Lir and cursed loudly: "Damn it, how could you treat a kind person like this?

old man!"

Hearing Sean's words, Lear let go, and the old lawyer who called Phil fell down and knocked down the seat.

The people from Fidelity hurriedly rushed forward, caressing their chests and breathing smoothly, until Phil coughed a few times and then slowly recovered.

Phil was just suffocating and couldn't breathe. It only lasted more than 30 seconds, and it was still early for his life to be in danger.

After more than ten minutes of straight talk, Fidelity finally sat back down at the negotiating table.

A group of old men looked at Lille angrily, and Lille bared his teeth in disapproval.

"Do you really want to kill someone? Do you know what will happen if you kill someone?"

"Even if you escape the death penalty, you will still be imprisoned for life. You will have to stay in that small iron cage for the rest of your life and be tortured." Fidelity people tried to use 'reasoning' with Lear.

"Have you ever heard of a hotel-style prison?" Lear looked up and said with a longing look on his face: "I think the conditions there are much better than what I have now."

Hotel prison?!!

A group of people turned to look at Sean, who showed a big smile, "I believe you have heard relevant reports before, about... half a month ago?"

"I, Sean Rockefeller, renovated a hotel-style prison with its own beach, garden, gymnasium, and swimming pool. To put it simply, it is a super high-end community. As long as you don't leave the community, you can do whatever you want."

"You only need to pay a small fee." Sean stretched out his hand and made a gesture of counting money, "If you are punished by the law one day, you can come to me and I will give you a 20% discount."
To be continued...