Ed. Bowman, the executive director of Kendall Group, has fixed assets of about 1.2 billion. He is one of the fastest-growing tycoons to make money because Kendall Group's business scope is mainly new materials, and Phoenix Group's
The orders are enough for the Kendall Group to last for ten years.
He had also heard some rumors about the end of the world and the immigration of wealthy people, especially the latter. Ed Bowman was actually very sure. He even inquired about the price of ferry tickets to Phoenix, and finally stopped.
Ed sneered at the former. He simply did not believe that superhuman beings could cause much trouble. The end of the world and the end of civilization were all stories made up by those cowards.
There is another incident that has been troubling Ed recently. A mysterious man with a federal government brand asked him to allocate 50% of Kendall Group's production capacity for federal government procurement.
This is simply a joke. The credibility of the federal government in the market is approximately zero, and the liquidated damages for such a Phoenix company are not low.
Due to cost considerations, Ed is unwilling to expand production capacity. He is responsible for the rights and interests of shareholders, and one-third of the shareholders have tickets to Phoenix. They will never allow any interference with this plan.
appeared unexpectedly.
What's more, the federal government is now too close to military technology. This closeness makes people like Ed feel a little nervous instinctively. After twenty or thirty years of capital carnival, no one wants to go back to the past.
era.
At least Ed didn't want to, so he simply rejected the order handed over by the other party. Those idiots with big muscles actually wanted to use their own products to make new bulletproof vests!
Is there anything more wasteful than this? The nanowires they make are widely used in the aerospace industry. They have high strength, high ignition point, and can withstand huge pressure. This is a product that transcends the times. It should be inherently noble.
Ed would rather sell this thing to those old-money clubs and let them use nanowire to weave vests for their pets than let his products become consumables on the battlefield.
"Mr. Ed, that government employee is here again." The tall secretary reported to Ed on the hotline: "He said he made an appointment to meet with you."
"Again?" Ed was a little annoyed. Of course, he had not made any appointment with the other party, and the last time they met was not very harmonious.
That damn tough guy was able to walk out of the company building intact entirely because the newly appointed Luther has been very strong recently.
Otherwise, in the past, anyone who dared to throw coffee in his face would disappear in the elevator.
"Tell him to get lost! If he shows up again, ask the security to throw him out!" Ed. Bowman roared: "We don't do business with the federal government, they are all liars! The newly appointed finance minister is the biggest in the world.
fraud!"
"I agree with what he said." A voice suddenly appeared across from him, and Ed broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
Since the wave of superhumans began to sweep across, these large companies have strengthened their security protection against superhumans, but with little effect. The best solution currently known is to hire another superhuman to take charge of security work.
The Kendall Group is no exception. Currently, the security department has more than twenty superhumans working in various positions, forming what can be described as a tight parahuman defense line.
But now, a voice he had never heard before was right across from him. No, it couldn't be said that he had never heard it before. When Ed plucked up the courage to raise his head, his face instantly faded.
"Enforcer Don?!" Ed Bowman's voice was sharp and distorted, causing the secretary who didn't hang up the phone to ask hurriedly: "Are you okay, Mr. Ed?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Let the gentleman wait in the waiting room." Ed knew Tang Ji's information very clearly. He knew what the other party had done, what he could do, and which side he was on now.
, so he knew very well what Tang Ji's appearance here meant.
Therefore, Ed has no intention of letting the security department deal with the problem here. If they had the ability, Kendall Group would have occupied an entire area by itself, just like Military Technology or Arasaka Group, and declared it as the company's private property.
Those superhumans are a joke compared to Tang Ji.
"Is he talking about Marcin Cooper? That liar?" Wang Zhengdao sat on the sofa behind Tang Ji. Ed had focused entirely on Tang Ji before, so he didn't notice this person at all.
exist.
Wang Zhengdao, the freest man in the world, can go wherever he wants, and his heart's desire will be there in an instant. Compared with Tang Ji, Lao Wang's "notoriety" in the wealthy circle is even greater.
Although he has never shown his skills as an assassin in front of the world, as the most photographed person around Tang Ji and the leader of the Ark organization, his information has long been exposed.
For Tang Ji to be such a powerful deterrent, Lao Wang deserves at least half of the credit.
One cannot be defended, the other cannot be stopped, there is no solution.
"I guess you are definitely not here to negotiate business with me on behalf of the FBAS Bureau and the Ark Organization, right?" Ed Bowman smiled bitterly and asked Tang Ji in front of him.
"You guessed it right." Tang Ji took it out of his arms for a long time, turned to Wang Zhengdao and asked, "Did you take the acquisition contract that Mikkelsen just put on the table?"
"Well?" Wang Zhengdao asked with a question mark on his face: "Didn't you take it?"
"I thought you would take it." Tang Ji looked at Lao Wang indifferently, with the words "of course" written on his face.
"This place is well decorated." Wang Zhengdao turned around and began to inspect the decoration in the office, turning a deaf ear to Tang Ji's words.
Only Ed Bowman's face was extremely ugly: "Acquisition? No, we have no plan to sell the group! If you are here to insult me, you can leave now! If you are here to rob, then kill me directly! I
Tell you."
Tang Ji grabbed Ed Bowman by the throat and dragged him from the other side of the desk like a chicken: "Shh! It's not your turn to speak."
Within a few seconds, Ed's face turned livid due to lack of oxygen, while Tang Ji said slowly: "Mikkelsen is a bastard, but he knows me very well and knows what kind of jobs I won't take over, so since
When I appear in front of you, you should know that what you did before is just enough to be on my list."
"You should listen to him. I can prove that he is not joking." Wang Zhengdao casually looked at the messed up documents on his desk and patted Tang Ji's hand: "Relax, this gentleman can't do it anymore."
Breathe.”
Tang Ji let go of his hand, leaving Ed curled up on the desk and gasping for air.
"I entered the legal department of Kendall Group in 2038, and became the deputy minister in 2042. It's a meteoric rise, isn't it, Mr. Ed?" Wang Zhengdao patted his face: "We know everything about you, especially in
Regarding the activities in the Hunting Club, I heard that you have been promoted from senior member to organizer?"
When he heard the words of the Hunting Club, Ed Bowman immediately panicked.
It was a club established by corporate executives. Initially, for the sake of excitement, they would sign agreements with debtors who owed large debts, throw them into the jungle, and use them as hunting targets for fun.
But as the threshold of these people became higher and higher, the victims soon expanded to include innocent people bought from street gangs, and company white-collar workers who thought they were favored by their bosses and were invited to secret gatherings.
In recent times, the scope of prey has become even larger. Just three weeks ago, the fifty most senior members of the club participated in a group activity and killed the entire group in a forgotten town on the Texas border.
Everyone in the town was treated as prey.
The event lasted for three full days. Alcohol, blood and sex filled the empty hearts of this group of people. Afterwards, they only needed to pour dirty water on the superhuman extremists and no one would care.
"I'm just a small shareholder and executive director, so my words don't count." Ed Bowman was like seeing a mouse in a cat, and he immediately became honest: "The acquisition requires the consent of all shareholders."
"We are in a hurry, so why don't you write a list and tell me who doesn't want to agree to this acquisition." Tang Ji recalled for a while and then said: "Our offer is 26 billion federal dollars."
Ed Bowman gave a sad smile. I am afraid that no shareholder is willing to sell his shares in Kendall Group, because their current annual profit exceeds 15 billion federal dollars, and it has been growing, at least in the next ten years.
There is no possibility of attenuation.
Everyone knows that this company will become the next Big Mac, and now the giant crocodile from higher up the food chain will open its mouth before it can grow up.
Mikkelsen stood on a wall full of names and company logos, and painted Kendall's logo black with a smile. There were more than sixty companies and nearly two hundred people on this wall.
name.
This bloody transfer of power will undoubtedly cause panic and opposition from many allies, but this is a decision made by Mikkelsen after weighing the pros and cons.
Because of the player's particularity, the plan he makes has to constantly change according to the opponent's dynamics.
From the very beginning, Mikkelsen was pessimistic about the outcome of this war, so all his plans were based on the outcome of a short-lived embers that never went out.
The Gray Field Project is progressing in an orderly manner. The products of this project obviously cannot be promoted normally. No farmer is willing to grow tasteless crops that are difficult to feed livestock.
No consumers are willing to buy smelly meat, because it took humans thousands of years to domesticate these animals to suit human taste buds, and the Gray Field Project restored all of this, and even more.
But the military officers have technology and the best sales team in the world. They can sell pistols that cost less than fifteen federal dollars for twenty times the price. They can sell the F-48 as a luxury product. Naturally, they can sell the Gray Field Project. 'Junk' is sold to their most suitable users——
middle class.
They didn't even make much effort. They just changed the name of the Gray Field Project to the Natural Environment Restoration Project, and created these crops grown using natural methods that are rich in antioxidants and do not contain any pollution.
It can resist aging, prevent diseases, significantly improve the user's intestinal flora, and solve a series of "health diseases" including constipation. Long-term use can also improve the mental state of patients with depression.
In short, apart from being unpalatable, these humble crops are full of advantages.
And the most interesting thing is that they didn't lie. The products of the Gray Field Project do have deletion effects. Even the one that can improve mental state is true for modern people. There was a sales manager suffering from depression. After eating these things in person, he suddenly felt that all the problems he had encountered before were like a breeze.
Although this is an isolated example, it is clearly in compliance with advertising laws, enough for these sales geniuses to promote it as an example.
In short, at least in terms of crop products, the products of the Gray Field Project have opened up the market, and people can buy this expensive "healthy food" directly in supermarkets.
Mikkelsen felt that this kind of scam would last him a thousand years.
With a market, natural farmers are willing to grow this new gadget, and then, the only thing standing in the way of the gray field plan is the large agricultural companies that control a large amount of farmland and pasture.
The good news is that most of these companies are not giant companies. The bad news is that most of these companies are the territory of ultra-conservative forces. They value the land more than their own lives. Many families have been involved in the establishment of the Federation since the establishment of the Federation. Pan Heng is already on this land.
It is very difficult to get them to cooperate obediently, but Mikkelsen is willing to try. He still has friends in this group.
"John, it's me, we haven't seen each other for a while." Mikkelsen made a phone call. On the other side of the phone was the Dutton family, the largest private land operator in the western region of the Commonwealth.
They tenaciously survived two corporate wars, maintaining their own traditions and paying little attention to external changes. Mikkelsen even suspected that they did not know that there was such a thing as superhuman beings.
"What the hell, I thought I heard the voice of a ghost." John Dutton sounded surprised: "I thought you were dead a long time ago. After the war, I sent people to look for you, but you disappeared. Without a trace, it’s like it doesn’t exist.”
"Obviously I'm still alive and well, and now I need your help." Mikkelsen said directly: "Meet at your manor?"
"I hope you still like drinking whiskey." John Dutton was silent for a second before replying: "Keith has the final say in the family now. He doesn't like me drinking. Maybe an old friend visiting can make me drink more.
"
"John, let's talk about it when we meet." Mikkelsen pretended not to understand the meaning of his old friend's words: "This is related to the future of mankind."
"Mikkelsen, you can always come up with reasons that I can't refuse." John Dutton sighed: "I should have died in bed last year when I had a heart attack."