Minx Energy has a great reputation in Renekton, and everyone knows the name Lucchese Herbert, but before tonight, few ordinary citizens had heard of Jason Hebert.
According to the application qualifications disclosed by the Huimin Chamber of Commerce, Jensen must establish a company and conduct business in his own name.
Will's words made Jason, who was wearing a white logo suit, look embarrassed, but the embarrassment gradually turned into displeasure.
At this time, Will was completely venting his dissatisfaction and did not consider the consequences of offending Jason.
"Are you going to apply for a quota as Minx Energy? I remember that Mr. Lucchese himself holds a seat in the Huimin Chamber of Commerce. He will leave all his equity shares and power to you?"
Although it was a bit presumptuous, Will did do a lot of research on important people in Renekton. He knew that Mr. Lucchese had three sons, and he also knew that the Herbert family had long been members of the Huimin Chamber of Commerce.
All in all, Jason is just a rich second generation and may not be able to inherit the family business. This is what Will wants to tell everyone.
Just when everyone was talking and Jason's face showed his indifference, someone suddenly pushed away the crowd and stood in the light of the light holding a letter high.
This man was limping, with one hand hanging limply, while the other hand was holding a cane and holding the letter. His progress was slow and laborious.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Please allow me to say something."
He raised his scarred face and showed an ugly smile to Jason: "Mr. Jason, I'm late."
The guests did not have a good impression of this ugly man, but they found that when Jason saw the visitor, he went up to help him very happily.
"The envelope in my hand contains a check, which can be used to misappropriate one hundred thousand francs from Baofeng Bank, and there is also a letter, which is a message from Mr. Lucchese to his children. He believes that... his children have considerable wealth.
His high talent should not be buried in the shadow of his father. He should open up his own world and have his own life...and this money is the start-up capital given to Mr. Johnson by Mr. Lucchese."
As expected of the Herbert family, they would give their son a startup fund of 100,000 francs whenever he made a move.
For everyone present, this is a life that can only be met, a life that is born with a golden key...
Whether it was envy or jealousy, the guests were a little uneasy anyway.
The most deflated person was Will. He froze on the spot, and his mood seemed to have entered the cold winter instantly.
When he was a servant in the past, Will had seen enough of the class discrimination in the upper class, and he always wanted to exchange money for social status, and kept climbing up, trying his best to climb up, and using all means to climb up!
He knew very well that in terms of birth, there was a huge gap between him and a young man like Jason, so he had to pay more, lose more, and work harder.
otherwise……
Why can he endure being the pretty boy of a woman over fifty years old?
Even if everything was like this, he still couldn't compare to a check that a big chaebol casually threw to his son.
Will clenched his fists and remained silent, unable to vent his frustration.
"You are indeed a little late, Pierce." Jason was already chatting with the ugly lame man, and no one cared about Will, the clown.
Alger smiled lightly and said nothing. Many people came forward to flatter Mr. Johnson, but Will was pushed to the back of the crowd.
He was like a child who had lost his toy, looking helplessly forward, and then his eyes shifted to Mrs. Jofur de Perin.
The noble lady who had been silent for a long time seemed to have really fallen in love with Will. She could no longer bear the neglect and rejection of her beloved, so she asked her husband: "Alger, when did the rules for joining the club become so strict?
?One hundred thousand dhaka is not a small amount."
"This is a recent regulation, proposed by Commissioner Lucchese, and everyone voted to approve it."
Alger answered naturally.
Will immediately realized the problem in his words and shouted unconvinced: "It turns out that Mr. Lucchese is a member of the Chamber of Commerce... This threshold of 100,000 francs seems to be tailor-made for Mr. Johnson."
His words attracted the attention of Pierce, who was standing next to Jason. The guy leaned forward and looked at Will.
"Are you Will Evans?"
Will looked at the other person hurriedly, disgusted by Pierce's face full of wounds: "It's me..."
After receiving the reply, Pierce smiled coldly and whispered a few words in Jason's ear. Jason's expression immediately became more gloomy: "Mr. Will, you are not qualified to evaluate the screening mechanism of the Chamber of Commerce."
"If this mechanism can be modified at will based on nepotism, how can we ensure the contractual spirit in each other's transactions?" Will clenched his fists.
His persistence finally made the rotating chairman angry.
Alger threw the water glass in his hand at Will, scaring the guests around him to disperse.
"Mr. Will, I have always remembered that the Chamber of Commerce did not send you an invitation letter, but because of my kindness and generosity, I was not in a hurry to investigate the origin of your invitation letter, and I did not invite you out of the hall... But you
What? Ignoring my good intentions and causing trouble here, in this case, security!"
Following Alger's shout, there was a commotion at the door of the banquet hall.
Jason pointed at Will sarcastically: "Since my father is a member of the committee, then they must have the final say on the rules of the Chamber of Commerce. If possible, I can even ask my father to blacklist you alone, Will...
Evans, you have offended me, not only here, but also in the parking space behind the clubhouse. If you are not clear about it, go back and discipline your coachman!"
The commotion at the door became louder and louder. People thought it was the security that Alger was calling and came over, so they all moved out of the way.
However, what they finally saw was that several security personnel were pushed and pushed to the edge of the dance floor by a group of people.
The guests immediately stopped making noise, and upon seeing this, Alger stepped forward to maintain order and take a look at what was going on.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The security of the club stopped several uninvited guests. When Alger saw the man standing at the front, his body froze as if he was petrified.
"Mr. Alger Wesker, I never expected that you are now the rotating chairman of the Chamber of Commerce."
This man was protected by four bodyguards, and as soon as he spoke, the air in the banquet hall instantly froze.
Everyone stared at him and his bodyguards with disbelief written on their faces.
"Sit... Sitchin Berkeley..."
A man whispered his name, but he was immediately heard and corrected: "Impolite guy, please bring sir..."
"gentlemen……"
Siqin ignored this little character and stared back at Alger. Then he raised his cane and pointed it arrogantly at the several security personnel who stopped him with the green chalcedony carved with a naked woman.
"It doesn't matter if these cowards don't recognize me, you don't recognize me either?"
What Siqin said made Alger feel as if there were insects crawling on his hands. He scratched the back of his hand hard, and then immediately ordered the security guards to retreat.
"Mr. Sitchin, you Berkeley family haven't come to a Chamber of Commerce gathering for a long time."
"But my brother is a permanent member and supports the Huimin Chamber of Commerce every year. It can be seen from his payment of membership fees that account for more than 40%." Siqin raised his head proudly, tapping his ebony cane hard
On the ground.
This cane belonged to Dutch and is now inherited by Sitchin. It symbolizes the identity and status of the Berkeley family.
Compared with the previous owner of the cane, Siqin was a more powerful and rude person, and his meanness was immediately displayed to the fullest.
"If you don't attend the rally, will you deprive the Berkeley family of their membership in the committee? My brother paid nearly half of the maintenance funds, but you used them to hold such a disgusting dinner. Look at these few things you have raised.
The watchdog came out and dared to stop me..."
"You don't have an invitation, we are just abiding by our duties!" A security guard couldn't bear the insult and couldn't help but refute him.
Siqin glared back with a cold gaze: "Huh... your salary may still be paid out with funds from the Berkeley family, so... you are just a stupid watchdog."