(PS: I’m not kidding, I didn’t allude to Songjiang Prefecture. As you know, the fireworks are in Sanya, which has been under lockdown for the past month. But in fact, we can guarantee the supply of materials, including vegetables, meat, and eggs. They are all volunteers from the community.

We helped deliver the nucleic acid to door-to-door testing. Thank you very much to the volunteers and staff. The reason for yesterday’s paragraph is really a reasonable reasoning. Under the Western system, this is an inevitable result. Capital is

Without emotions, in areas deeply affected by capital, there will be fundamental changes in culture and thinking)

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These people headed by Henry are real business elites.

Just talk about Henry.

In 1920, Herbert Lyautey, the French Commander-in-Chief in Morocco, ordered the formal establishment of the Moroccan Phosphate Mining Company OPC (Office chérifien des phosphates) and began large-scale mining.

After Morocco achieved independence, the equity of Moroccan mining companies changed greatly. Part of it was in the hands of the royal family, 5% was in the hands of the Central Bank of Morocco, and the rest ended up in the hands of three companies through complicated methods, the largest of which was Henry

The company where you work.

Henry is not the heir or owner of the company. He is a professional manager who obtained a portion of the equity through complex and professional means.

To be precise, these 12 people are all professional managers, presidents or board members of various companies. They are proficient in all business methods and are very good at negotiation.

Even Magritte, who had just made a small sarcastic comment on Sean, was not really so angry that he could not control it.

Just like an intentional foul at the beginning of an NBA game, the purpose is to test the referee's penalty scale, the small test before the negotiation officially begins is the same.

only……

There are always some uncertain things happening in this world, so such a world will not be boring.

The moment Sean finished saying "I don't like your tone," the security guard who had been standing silently in the living room as a transparent person immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at him.

Henry watched helplessly, his face changed drastically, and he opened his mouth to shout.

"boom"

"No!"

"ah!!!"

There were continuous sounds, and the security guard fired without hesitation, hitting the provocateur in the thigh.

Then Henry's cry came out, and finally the provocateur screamed in horror after looking at the bleeding thigh.

It's not painful, it's scary!

The moment you are shot, your body will secrete an anesthetic for protection, and it will take a few seconds before you feel pain.

After firing the gun, the security guard inserted the gun back in as if nothing happened.

Henry and others stood up with frightened faces, but their bodies were stiff and no one dared to move.

The security guard's action of shooting was too decisive, and his expression was too indifferent, as if he had no feelings at all about shooting to kill, just like trampling an ant to death. This indifference made people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts.

Magritte, who was shot, hugged his thigh and slipped out of the chair. He stretched his thigh straight and screamed miserably.

Looking at all this, Sean sighed and said without thinking: "Who asked you to shoot!"

"Personally, anyone who insults the boss should be punished." An Bao said with an expressionless face and took over everything in one sentence.

Personal wishes have nothing to do with the company or Sean.

Sean did not reply, but turned to look at Henry, and said with a serious face: "I'm sorry, he has mental illness, a serious battlefield syndrome, and can't control himself when stimulated."

"You can call the police now. I believe that the Moroccan police and courts will give you a fair judgment."

"As everyone knows, I am a law-abiding person and I will never cover up for him."

Henry opened his mouth wide, with incredible expression written all over his face!

I have never seen such a shameless person!

How do you abide by the law?

Call the police?

Judge?

I can go fuck you!

Is there any royal law?

Is there any law?

Can people with mental illness do whatever they want?

Do you still stay with me if you are mentally ill?

In this situation, even an idiot would know that it was Sean who ordered it, but as long as the perpetrator insists that it was out of anger, then Sean will not be harmed anyway.

And as long as Sean is fine, Morocco's laws are bullshit!

In other words, this shot was in vain.

The only good thing is that the assailant was very accurate with his marksmanship and had no intention of killing anyone.

Farke!

Henry opened his mouth wide and his fingers trembled. He wanted to raise his hand and slap himself hard to stop Magritte's temptation.

Those negotiation methods can only be used in formal negotiation situations and not now. The guy in front of them is not a person who can use words to reason!

The best way to negotiate with this guy is to tell the truth!

Quickly understanding the key to the matter, Henry opened his mouth and breathed heavily, forcing himself to calm down. He glanced at Magritte who was lying on the ground and howling miserably. Blood gurgled out from his right thigh and piled up on the floor.

A large puddle made Henry dizzy and quickly looked away.

Uncontrollably, Henry's right thigh was shaking crazily and hurting terribly.

"Mr. Sean." Henry bit his lower lip hard, took a deep breath again and said, "Mr. Sean, please save people first, please hurry up, we believe this is an accident."

Sean smiled and looked at Henry without saying a word. Lorraine behind him raised his hand and hooked him, and immediately two people dressed as maids came up.

A maid pulled out a ribbon from her waist and tied Magritte's thigh tightly to stop the bleeding. After that, the two of them took one arm and dragged him away.

He had no expression throughout the whole process, but he was not as indifferent as the assailant just now. This was a kind of relaxed, commonplace ease.

It's just that the movements are too rough no matter how you look at them.

Seeing the worry on Henry's face, Lorraine said aloud: "Don't worry, they are Mr. Sean's personal service team. Each of them has a nurse qualification certificate and a physician qualification certificate to ensure that Mr. Sean and his entourage are safe."

The medical safety of personnel.”

"For them, it's just a minor surgery and not a problem at all."

"Uh...oh, okay, okay, thank you." Henry and others seemed a little incoherent, but they felt relaxed.

With Sean's status, the medical team he brings with him is of course top-notch, at least in terms of first aid.

But, what kind of hobby is dressing up as a maid for the medical team!?

In addition, this team seems to be very skilled in their movements...

It's scary to think about it.

While talking, two more maids came over. One of them took something like a towel and spread it on the pool of blood. The blood on the blanket was quickly sucked away. It was obviously a special feature that has a strong adsorption effect on blood or liquids.

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Another person held a spray device and sprayed the area carefully.

The smell of blood in the air suddenly faded, and even the blood stains on the blanket became very light. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't imagine that someone had just been shot here, and the ground was soaked with blood.

What is a professional team?JPG

Henry and others sat down again. Most of them didn't dare to look up at Sean. They lowered their heads and covered their faces with their heads in their hands.

They are business elites, good at business management and business negotiations, but not good at dealing with murderers and the like.

The more wealthy and successful business elites are, the more afraid they are of danger and death.

If you were a rich man who made his fortune from scratch, you wouldn't be so scared now.

Just like the African Black Uncle soldiers and the special forces of the WPC, they are both soldiers...the difference is bigger than that between humans and dogs, they are not the same kind of creatures at all.

"Okay, now we can get down to business." Sean glanced around and finally landed on Henry, "I don't know your name yet. What do you want to see me for?"

"Just call me Henry." Henry took a deep breath and raised his hands to rub his face.

Now there is no need to maintain the grace and calmness as usual in negotiations. This is not a fair negotiation.

"We want to talk about those mines and those factories." Henry was the only one who could suppress the fear in his heart at this time. These words made several others look over in surprise.

The eyes that looked over showed surprise, fear, and anger, fearing that Henry's words would offend Sean and implicate them again.

They just want to leave this place quickly!

Whether they are CEOs or directors, they are just professional managers. Some of them hold shares that are also management shares. There is no pressure to resign, and with their qualifications, they have no worries about finding a job.

There is absolutely no need to hang yourself from a tree.

They are different from Henry, whose entire wealth is tied up in the company.

"I am a businessman, a very pure businessman." Sean smiled and said: "The factory and mine are part of this overall transaction, and the Moroccan government must pay me remuneration."
To be continued...