Chapter 274: Bullets worth 200 million

The next generation successor of the consortium's family rights has officially entered the stage.
The third generation of a young and dynamic family, with fighting spirit, ideals, keeping up with the times, is more likely to accept new things.
Have a keen insight into the new changes of each month.
Looking at the young, full of ambition and fighting spirit in front of him, the four old men in Boston were haggard.
Lin Lao, Lin Lao, also let the old Joseph Kendi pit a hand, and incidentally dragged them into the water.
"Damn the Kendi family, you should be put in prison to collect soap." The old guys scolded in their hearts.
"Lawrence, how does it feel to watch the movie?" Li Zitao asked the friend who was leaning against the bar and looking at the bar with a casual drink.
"Not bad, David is still too young, his father shouldn't let him come to the public so early, he should let John come."
John D. Rockefeller, the eldest son of Little John, is also the third generation successor of the name.
A name from grandfather, to father, to himself, Li Zitao would like to interview this new John, please tell us how you feel!
"You have to throw away some of the shares of the National Bank." Harry Morgan said with a cigar in his mouth, arrogant.
The McCormick, Mellon, Duke, Astor, and Strauss families also stood behind him and wanted to join forces to swallow the largest piece of fat.
Boston First National Bank, the financial pillar of the Boston Consortium, once penetrated by several large families, their development from now on will be subject to each other.
Commonly known as acting on people's faces.
"The share swap ratio between Reciprocal Life and MetLife, I think it is reasonable!" David Rockefeller is still emphasizing the cake the family wants to swallow.
"The textile industry is a good choice." Martin Freestone's attitude is very gentle, but with sharp words, he firmly bites the textile industry he valued.
"DuPont needs to expand further in the chemical industry." Alfred DuPont nodded with a smile, acting very gentleman.
But his appetite was no less than that of other families, from selling gunpowder to a family that exploded in an accident.
When he invented nylon, switched to selling stockings, and entered the chemical industry, the DuPont family's transformation is legendary.
The former arms giant selling stockings sounds unconscious.
Both sides are fighting each other, and no one wants to give in. Boston knows its situation well.
But they have been emphasizing that this matter is a self-assertion of the Kendi family and wants to remove themselves from the pot.
The major families who want to share the meat are certainly not willing, but it is not easy to be too tight.
If the other party chooses to break the jar and break the consortium regardless of the loss, then no one wants to get enough benefits.
It is a situation that everyone here is unwilling to see.
Everyone is sitting here to fight for greater benefits, not to let wealth evaporate in vain, no one wants to get it.
"Will you only have those gunpowder factories, will they be too cheap?" Lawrence watching the lively turned his head and smiled at him.
"There are also two research institutes and a large number of talents, a lot." Gunpowder Company with a market value of US$100 million, and two of the nation's top weapons research and development centers.
This is Li Zitao's request and the first agreement reached.
Of course, this does not include the private property of the Kendi family. The real estate under its name, the Hamburg company, the machinery factory, etc., will all be transferred to his name later.
These industries are worth about US$100 million, and a bullet for US$200 million.
There is no way to measure whether it is cost-effective, Li Zitao is quite content.
Moreover, Jonathan and Martin joined several other companies, and the national bank they are fighting for is indispensable to his interests.
Whether it is Wells Fargo or Hualian Supermarket, he is a major shareholder.
"We talk separately." The four Bostons were loosened.
One by one, one by one in the small corner, whispering and whispering, no one could hear what was being talked about.
But the last four are all unreasonable expressions, relatively speaking, all the brows of the allies smiled, with a satisfied smile in the corners of their mouths.
Li Zitao doesn't know how many others bite, but he knows how much he bites.
Wells Fargo Bank won 3.1%, Hualian Supermarket won 1.8%, a total of 4.9% of the shares.
It sounds a pitiful number, worth more than 600 million yuan, and also took the opportunity to reach into the plate of the Boston Consortium.
Sultan.
Everyone was very satisfied with this cake, only the four Bostons were uncomfortable.
But after discussing all the conditions, they were also relieved.
Although the main industries are infiltrated, at least they are not hurt, as long as the background is still there, who will infiltrate who in the future, and who can make it clear!
The gunpowder factory and the two laboratories were all placed under the name of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the staff of the laboratory, Li Zitao, did not move, but instead increased their investment and welfare.
"I only look at the results, regardless of the process. If you have results, you will make a lot of money. Houses, cars, women, banknotes are not a problem."
Then, one after another, the Kendi family's property was gradually transferred to his name.
The hands-on is the former ally of the Kendi family, the own family of the Boston Consortium.
It seems a bit wrong to say so~EbookFREE.me~ The Kendi family has been kicked out of Boston, and the four are now eager to kill their family.
The old Kendi's shot cost them nearly US$5 billion in assets, and the industry chain and future profits involved are unpredictable.
The only thing that made them feel comfortable was that, although the replacement ratio was a bit unequal, Lai Hao could be regarded as reaching into someone else's pot.
Maybe I can get a piece of fat back when I turn around and make up for my collapsed body.
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These things have nothing to do with Li Zitao, he is an innocent victim.
Although I didn’t get much, they were basically Bai Chen—
Cough, take it.
So after fishing for the meat in his bowl, he turned around and returned to his house, along with Lawrence and Jonathan.
But this time both of them took their female companions, Doris Duke and Miss Avril Mellon.
"What are your plans?" Sitting in the car, Li Zitao looked back.
"You said let me talk about a relationship." Lawrence was straight.
"...Thank you to die." Li Zitao is more and more unkind to this guy.
No way to be polite, I really don't know what Rockefeller made, this guy's face is getting thicker and thicker.
"Jonathan, how about you? Have you thought about it?" Li Zitao was too lazy to care about the guy.
"Well, if there is no accident, we will get married this year." Jonathan moved quickly, looking at the rippling smile on his face, fearing that he had reached the home base.
"How does Luxembourg feel for you?" Li Zitao said punically.
"The ideal place of richness is like a pure girl waiting to be developed." Jonathan smiled even more.
"It seems that the number of our black card customers is going to increase again." Li Zitao made a high-five gesture, his hands clapped, and the two laughed.