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Chapter 609 Winning? 【Ask for a gift, ask for a monthly ticket】

There was a sneer at the corner of Jim's mouth, and he looked fierce on his cold face: "The question now is: Why should I let you live? You are also a salesman, so come and resell me now!" The cold voice once again ringing in the house.

Jim's words obviously stunned the old guy, and then a hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth.

A mockery of the ignorant.

Those who know the business insider will always laugh at those ignorant poor people who are desperately squeezed into the game of a few pieces of bread thrown by them. It is not meat, but a trap, but they cannot see through it.

You can never see the essence of it.

"Selling you? You know that in this world, no one earns hundreds of millions of dollars through legal income, Vanderbilt, Carnegie, Gates, Morgan family, Hens family, Rockefeller family, etc., No matter what, they did it by annexing land, doing business by chartering, massacring the natives, importing slaves, selling arms, and making a fortune throughout the country during the civil war."

"But they are indeed heroes, heroes of the Sea Eagle Country."

The voice was full of mockery, and the coldness in Jim's eyes was once again smeared.

"Boss, the previous monitoring has been deleted, and the police are almost on the 38th floor!" Zhou Wu appeared next to Zhuang Ming who was watching a play outside, and reported respectfully.

"En, I got it." Zhuang Ming responded, with a strong playfulness in his eyes.

He almost guessed Jim's strategy, but it was really good, he was trying to anger the old guy, and then calculated it.

It's no wonder that Jim wore a suit today. It turned out that he had thought about it a long time ago.

It's really a good conspiracy.

At least up to now, the acting is very good, and there is no cheating.

Zhou Wu stood aside respectfully, looking at the room curiously.

Jim is also watching. In this office, there are 38 floors of monitoring screens. It is the old guy who wants to check the work of his subordinates at any time.

Soon, a large number of armed police searched on the 38th floor, quickly searching for living people and bandits.

"We teach our children, what is integrity, is hard work. These are the keys to success?" The CEO of a financial company who didn't know anything was mocking, as if the rhythm at this time was under his control.

"My kids don't go to civilian school, they don't go to war, they don't go to Yale, they go to Harvard, the cripples, the idiots, the white ghosts, and the ghetto niggers need to go to the sea eagles Struggle in the war zone, they are going to defend the safety and economy of the sea eagle country, that is, my business, my business, it will become more and more profitable, and my dividends will also increase, this is old-fashioned The story goes, the bankers, their employers, and their advisors will get rich, and the little guys will buy their shares, and lose everything in the end."

"Hahahaha~ I have nothing, just like you!" The old guy became more and more excited as he spoke, his emotions became more and more agitated, with sarcasm, but it revealed the reality.

Ugly reality, ugly society, dirty financiers.

Jim's eyes were hauntingly dark. This was the financier, with the veins on his forehead.

They worked hard and fought hard to kill the enemy when they joined the army, but they only supported such a group of people.

More women lost their husbands, more old people lost their children, and more children lost their fathers.

But feed such a person, such a person.

The reality is so cruel, so ugly, so dirty.

"Some people can't find it, but some people like me will find this, the ugly reality." Jim's voice was extremely low.

However, there was only endless sarcasm on the old guy's face, so what if he found out?
So what if you find out?

"It's a free trade system, my friends, and that's capitalism, and that's capitalist competition, and it's only creamed to the top."

"This is the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest."

"Like her? My lover died because of you, because of you." Jim took out a photo, which was his lover.

"Come on, what does this have to do with me, I have never seen you in my life before." The old guy was a little bit indignant, what does this have to do with him, he has never seen such a person in his life , why take such a responsibility.

"But you know the real estate super funds!"

"My God, you put your money in it?"

"It was given to the committee!"

"Committee, yes, that's how the fund works, why did you come to me?"

"You like competition?" Jim asked an unrelated question.

"Yes, I like competition!" The CEO of the financial company replied without hesitation with a hint of thought in his eyes.

"Do you want to play a little game of free market competition? It's just you and me!" Jim put his hands on the desk, with a hint of mischief in his eyes, and a look that the old guy couldn't understand.

"You and me? I can't wait any longer!" There was a gleam in the old guy's eyes, perhaps his chance of survival lay in such a game.

Jim didn't care at all, raised the pistol in his hand, and said calmly: "One gun, two players, the winner lives!"

The armed police under surveillance had already arrived at this floor. When they saw the headless corpse at the top of the stairs, they couldn't help being stunned, but their good military quality made them rush towards this side quickly.

"Let's go, we'll wait for him outside!" Zhuang Ming turned around calmly and disappeared in place.

Zhou Wu glanced at Jim and hurriedly followed.

The moment the two disappeared, heavily armed policemen appeared here, quickly checking whether the wounded were alive.

And bandits!

"When I count to three, whoever grabs the gun will win!" Jim's voice was especially calm, and his eyes were extremely calm looking directly at the old guy in front of him.

The sweat on the old guy's brow is constantly accelerating. This is his last chance.

"One, two" Jim sat down slowly.

Before counting to three, the old guy stood up straight away, holding the gun in his hand in an instant, his face revealing a deep sense of complacency.

In the Sea Eagle Country, even a homeless man can shoot, let alone a financial capitalist, target shooting is their entertainment.

"Wow~~Look, I won!" The old guy's face was full of complacency, but also ridiculed.

"You..." There was a trace of astonishment on Jim's face at this time, and the old guy was excited, but he didn't notice the thick playfulness hidden deep in Jim's eyes.

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the old guy. Is this really a big reversal?

Life is precious, and everyone cherishes life, including these old guys.

Whenever you think you are winning, you don't know that you are being counted.

like this time
Holding the gun in both hands, it was very steady, just like he practiced on the shooting range.

(End of this chapter)