Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1189

Baekeland immediately called the police and dealt with it. While waiting for the police, Baekeland felt his legs were trembling, and he directly planted a bomb under the car if he disagreed with him. This seriously broke through the scope of ordinary commercial competition. Thanks to Baekeland's vigilance Gao, I didn't get in the car directly, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

As a millionaire, Baekeland's status in New York was still very high, and soon the police arrived on the scene. A policeman carefully climbed into the bottom of the car, and then took out a yellow brown paper bag.

The kraft paper bag contained no explosives, just a small packet of flour, a false alarm.

It can't be said to be a false alarm. The police officer leading the team, Benson, knew Baekeland. After discovering that the kraft paper bag was filled with flour, Benson routinely asked Baekeland: "Mr. Baekeland, have you offended something recently?" people?"

The corner of Baekeland's mouth twitched twice, and the name of the DuPont family almost blurted out, but Baekeland swallowed it back rationally: "No, I didn't have any disputes with anyone."

Baekeland has always been doing business in a friendly manner to make money. With the patent of phenolic plastics in hand, he likes to buy it or not.

"Then you have to be careful, this doesn't look like a prank, it's more like a warning." Benson reminded Baekeland that the people in the United States don't prosecute officials, even if the parties don't admit it, Benson can't do anything about it.

"Thank you, I will be careful." Baekeland was indeed cautious, and directly called a taxi to go home.

While Baekeland was waiting for a taxi, Baekeland found that Franklin was across the street and hadn't left.

For a moment, Baekeland was so angry that he almost rushed over to directly question Franklin why he did this.

But that's meaningless, Baekeland has no direct evidence to prove that Franklin put the bag of flour, and if Baekeland really tears his face, then the next time it won't necessarily be the flour.

Back home, Baekeland was still in shock, and his wife Adelaide immediately discovered Baekeland's abnormality.

"At the company today, someone put a bag of flour on my car." Baekeland didn't hide it, and Adelaide has the right to know what happened.

"Who would be so boring." Adelaide didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, and thought it was a prank.

"It's not boring. This should be a warning. Someone put flour in a kraft paper bag and stuck it under my car. Think about what would happen if I replaced it with other things?" There was a fire and there was no way to vent it.

"What happened?" Adelaide got serious, if it was changed to something else——

Adelaide didn't dare to think about it.

"Today, a villain from DuPont came to my office and demanded one hundred thousand dollars to buy the ten-year authorization of phenolic plastics in the Commonwealth." Baekeland collapsed on the sofa in a shapeless manner, rubbing his brows in pain .

Adelaide knew the problem was serious when he heard about DuPont, so he came to Baekeland's side and massaged Baekeland's head.

"That bastard is a villain. When I left the company, I found that he didn't have any at all. He was just opposite the company. I watched all this happen. That bastard was warning me. If I don't agree to his request, maybe the next time the flour It will be replaced with explosives." Baekeland pushed Adelaide's hand away, feeling irritable.

"When Tess went to pick up Lily today, Lily's teacher told Tess that someone tried to pick up Lily early—" Adelaide's voice was heavy, and it shouldn't be an accident to connect these two things.

Lily is the daughter of Baekeland and Adelaide. She is in elementary school and is picked up by servants every day.

"What? They actually want to pick up Lily? These bastards, I will definitely not let them succeed. No one will ever want to hurt my daughter." Baekeland was furious, and the fierceness in his eyes could not conceal his panic.

"Honey, that's the DuPont family, a behemoth we can't compete with, promise them, give them the authorization, it's okay to make less money, we already have a lot of money." Adelaide hopes that Baekeland will give in, no matter how much more Money cannot buy the safety of a family.

Baekeland didn't say a word. He actually knew the truth about the innocence and the guilt, but for a successful person, the feeling of being pinned and rubbed on the ground without the ability to resist is really bad.

Baekeland didn't rest very well that night, and if there was any movement at night, Baekeland would take a shotgun and inspect the house inside and out.

When he arrived at the company in the morning, Baekeland realized that the situation was deteriorating further.

"We are in trouble. A company called Swinburne is in contact with Nyasaland. Nyasaland may purchase plastics from Swinburne." Leslie, a partner of Baekeland, said Baekeland had already informed Baekeland of the bad news.

"Swinburne?" Baekeland had no impression of this company.

"Yes, a British company. You know its boss, Sir James Swinburne." Leslie frowned. Sir James Swinburne was the unlucky guy who submitted Bakelite only one day later than Baekeland.

"Asshole, Bakelite belongs to us, and Swinburne has no right to produce and sell it." The veins on Baekeland's forehead were throbbing. Compared with the threat of the DuPont family, this threat was more realistic and bigger.

"Then we'd better prepare for a transnational lawsuit." Leslie's heart is heavy. Swinburne is a British company. If Beckett wants to sue Swinburne for infringement, it's best to go to the UK and sue in the United States. In the case of prosecution, American companies have no jurisdiction over British companies.

But it is not easy to sue a nobleman in England. Although James Swinburne is only a knight, a knight is also a nobleman. Unattainable.

If you want to know with your feet, if Beckett sues Swinburne, the chances of winning are not great.

Even if the lawsuit can be won, it is normal for this kind of transnational lawsuit to last three to five years, and Bakelite's phenolic plastic patent will expire in 1926. Even if the lawsuit is won by then, for Bakelite Company There is no objection either.

"Bastard, is there no one who can help us?" Baekeland had a splitting headache, and at this moment he finally knew why Trust was called Trust.

"What should we do?" Leslie also had a headache. He was Baekeland's partner, and he had both prosperity and loss.

"There will definitely be a way—" Baekeland was not discouraged. As a successful entrepreneur, Baekeland also had his own connections.

That night, Baekeland had dinner with New York State Congressman Fast.

In the best restaurant in Manhattan, Baekeland stated the troubles he had encountered during this period to Congressman Fast.

When Fast was running for Congress, he received a large amount of campaign funds from Bakerland Company. After he was successfully elected, Fast almost responded to Baekeland's request. This situation is very common among American businessmen and politicians. common.

"The Dupont family, and the Marquis of Nyasaland in southern Africa—it's really troublesome. How did you mess with them?" After hearing Baekeland's statement, Fast felt dizzy.

"It's not that I messed with them, it's that they want to annex my company. They only paid a mere [-] for a business worth millions of dollars. This price is simply an insult to me!" Baekeland was emotional, it wasn't about money The problem, for Baekeland, a few million dollars is not a matter of life and death, the key is attitude.

If scientists and entrepreneurs of Baekeland's level are still wantonly insulted, then this should be regarded as a tragedy for the entire society.

"Don't get excited about Leo, let me think about it, let me think about it—" Fast racked his brains, and if it was someone else, Fast could completely ignore it, but Baekeland couldn't, Baekeland belonged to Fast Funder, Fast wants to go one step further and run for Congress.

Baekeland was so anxious that all his hopes were pinned on Fast.

"Come to my office tomorrow, and I'll introduce you to a big shot, and listen to his opinion." Fast did not disappoint Baekeland.

The next day, Baekeland came to Fast's office as scheduled.

There was a guest in Fast's office, a big man indeed, who had been in the papers for several years.

"Let me introduce, Leo, this is Mr. Hoover, who has just returned from Europe, and he is now the Deputy Director of the European Relief and Rehabilitation Agency, and Mr. Cecil Rhodes, the Director, and Nyasaland The Marquis is a good friend, tell Mr. Hoover about you, maybe Mr. Hoover can help you." Fast was full of enthusiasm, because Hoover was evacuated from Europe during the World War The American help became famous, and it was rumored that Hoover was about to participate in the next presidential election, and Hoover would definitely be a popular figure at that time.

"Mr. Hoover, nice to meet you—" Baekeland offered. Hoover is not only a successful politician, but also a successful entrepreneur, engineer, and famous philanthropist.

"You're welcome, Leo, as long as I can do it, I will spare no effort." Hoover is also enthusiastic. Politicians are very enthusiastic about businessmen. Baekeland is now Fast's financial backer and may become one in the future. Hoover's patron.

However, after Baekeland stated his experience in the past two days, Hoover also had a serious expression, and sat in the chair without saying a word for a long time.

Fast and Baekeland looked at Hoover eagerly, pinning all their hopes on Hoover. If Hoover had no choice, then Baekeland could only succumb to the oppressive power of the DuPont family.

"Leo, you've given me a big problem—" Hoover smiled wryly. If it was something else, Hoover might have a solution, but this one really won't work.

"My suggestion is only for your reference. If it were me, Leo, I would let Lord Nyasaland use the patent free of charge, because Lord Nyasaland will definitely compensate me in other ways." Hoover's answer let Baekeland was very disappointed, but it seemed reasonable.

(End of this chapter)