Chapter 673: Cursed plane

"Mr. Eric? Hello, please come with me, Mr. Skeff is waiting for you."
Following the swaying secretary lady all the way through the long corridor, and after passing through a thick oak door, Tan Zhenhua finally met the legendary contemporary patron of the Mellon family, one of the most powerful people in the United States, financial The owner of the throne, Skef Mellon who is used to overlooking the world from the perspective of God.
The Skef Mellon in front of me looks more than 40 years old, half a head taller than Tan Zhenhua, who has grown to 1.82 meters, and is thin, with Mellon’s iconic brown-black hair and hairline. Very deep, obviously also a heavy-minded person; the lines of the face are very tough, the nose is deep and the eyes are deep. When he was young, he must be a handsome handsome guy, and at this age, he exudes a kind of mature leader charm If it wasn't for his sharp eyes.
This is a pair of eyes that are absolutely unforgettable, cold, as if there is no human emotion but full of aggressiveness. When he looks at you, you will involuntarily produce a large predator. The feeling of staring at it is as if the other party can understand all the secrets in your heart at any time, and if he wants, he can easily tear you to pieces.
This feeling is obviously very bad, and Tan Zhenhua also dislikes being stared at him aggressively by the other party, even if he is called Skef Mellon, who is qualified and capable to let him do whatever he wants.
It's just a gas field. Are you a little master?
Tan Zhenhua calmly met Skeff's aggressive gaze, smiled, stretched out his hand and said: "Hello Mr. Skeff, this is Eric Tan."
Skef Mellon did not make any movement, but continued to stare at Tan Zhenhua coldly. After a stalemate for a few seconds, he suddenly smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Tan Zhenhua gently and said: "Hello, I It's Skef Mellon, kid, there are not many people who can be right under my gaze, and you are probably the first one to be so young."
Tan Zhenhua shrugged and said: "After all, I came with a friendly purpose. If my plan is approved by you, then both of us can gain huge benefits. Even if you disagree, nothing will be done to you. Loss, so I think I should be a welcome guest, Mr. Steve, am I right?"
Steve Mellon twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, maybe he wanted to laugh, but unfortunately, his movement looked a bit hideous because of his still cold eyes: "Eric, I have to admit that you are a very People who are good at words, and I hope that your plan will move people's hearts like your words."
"As you wish."
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"Eric, although your plan is good, you have taken into consideration the interests of all participants, and as far as our Rothschild family is concerned, in addition to the income in the financial market, you have also received several sums for us. An expensive order, but there is a huge loophole in your plan."
In the high-end French restaurant that Lin Shuangxi scorned at the World Trade Center, Jacob Rothschild, who rushed over to meet Tan Zhenhua just after getting off the plane, put down his knife and fork contentedly, and wiped it carefully with a white napkin. Mouth, said these words.
Tan Zhenhua unconsciously cut the steak on the plate into small pieces with a knife in his hand, lowered his head and meditated for a moment before saying: "Yes, Mr. Jacob, this is what troubles me. For a giant company like McDonnell Douglas , It’s hard to imagine that the failure of a model will make it fall completely, even if its capital chain has been very tight, and it’s even more difficult after our last attack, but I think it’s difficult to achieve just by relying on these things The result we want."
Jacob wiped his mouth clean, and threw the napkin aside. After a while, he replied, "Then what if the FAA's upcoming investigation results are very unfavorable for McDonnell Douglas? Would it help? "
"Of course there is help, but it's hard to say whether it can play a decisive role." Tan Zhenhua replied: "There is a terrible and embarrassing fact that, in fact, everyone knows that there has never been a guarantee against accidents in this world. Although the McDonnell Douglas DC-10 has indeed had more accidents since it was put into operation, the real lifeline of McDonnell Douglas is not the DC-10, but the military aircraft and the DC-9."
"Then we can think that how to fill this loophole will be the key to the success or failure of the whole plan." Jacob Rothschild asked again after pondering for a moment: "So what did Mr. Mellon say?"
"Mr. Mellon is obviously very interested in the prospects I describe for him. After all, as a successful businessman, it is impossible not to see the huge benefits in the arms sale. Of course, he has the same questions as you."
Tan Zhenhua replied honestly, without any concealment.
"Eric, according to what I know about you, you are not a person who will be helpless when encountering a problem, so you must have a way to deal with it, and you let me fly tens of thousands of kilometers to New York to meet you, not to I asked for advice, right?" Jacob asked with a smile.
"I do have a way, but I don't think I'm sure, so I want to ask you for advice, Mr. Jacob, after all, you are an expert in this area."
"Eric, I am an expert in company mergers and acquisitions, not a conspiracy expert, but let me talk about your method first?"
"In short, the experts are right." Tan Zhenhua smiled: "Since we launched the attack against McDonnell Douglas last time, my team in Xiangjiang has purposefully collected some intelligence, uh, maybe it should be said to be McDonnell Douglas. Dark history is more appropriate, Mr. Jacob, you can look at this."
While talking, Tan Zhenhua took out a thick stack of documents from his small bag and gave them to Jacob, who took it over with interest and began to read them carefully.
This thick document is actually a briefing report, and the source of its information is from various news newspapers in the United States.
No matter who it is, I am afraid that I will not feel happy when reading this briefing, because this information is full of raging fires, sky-shattering explosions, fragmented aircraft wreckage, scattered human bodies, and cold casualties.
Since the McDonnell Douglas DC-9 and DC-10 passenger planes were put into operation in the late 1970s, many tragic accident scenes and dead lives have proved that the title "cursed aircraft" by the network of later generations is definitely not Lang has a name.
Jacob Rothschild finished reading this document, closed it gently, closed his eyes and thought carefully before opening his eyes and said:
"Then let me guess how you plan to use this thing in your hand."
Tan Zhenhua made a "please" gesture, and Jacob Rothschild gently uttered two words:
"gossip."