I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 458 Clearing Obstacles
Ed Bowman, the executive director of the Kendall Group, has fixed assets of about 120 billion, and is considered to be the fastest-growing group of tycoons, because the business scope of the Kendall Group is mainly new materials, and the orders of the Phoenix Group are enough. Del Group eats ten years later.

Because of this, he has heard some rumors about the end of the world and rich immigrants, especially the latter. Ed Bowman is actually very sure. He even inquired about the price of the ferry ticket in Phoenix, and finally stopped.

Ed scoffed at the former, he simply didn't believe that superhumans could cause much trouble, the end of the world, the end of civilization were all stories made up by those cowards.

Recently, there is another incident that has been bothering Ed a little bit. A mysterious person holding a sign of the federal government asked him to set aside 50.00% of the production capacity of the Kendall Group to be purchased by the federal government.

This is simply a joke. The credit of the federal government is almost zero in the market, and the liquidated damages for this kind of 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 the shareholders, and one-third of the shareholders have tickets to Phoenix. They will never allow any interference with this plan unexpected appearance.

What's more, the federal government is now too close to military technology. This kind of intimacy makes people like Ed a little nervous. After 30 to [-] years of capital carnival, no one wants to go back to that era .

At least Ed didn't want to, so he simply rejected the order handed over by the other party. Those idiots with long muscles in their brains actually wanted to use their own products to make a new type of body armor!
Is there anything more violent than this?The nanowires they made are widely used in the aerospace industry, with high strength, high ignition point, and can withstand huge pressure. This is a cross-age product, and it should be inherently noble.

Ed would rather sell this thing to those old money clubs and let them use nanosilk to weave pet vests, and he would never let his products become consumables on the battlefield.

"Mr. Ed, that government employee is here again." The oversized secretary reported to Ed through the hotline: "He said he made an appointment with you."

"Here again?" Ed was a little annoyed. Of course, he didn't make any appointment with the other party. The last time they met was not very harmonious.

That damn tough guy was able to walk out of the company building completely because the newly appointed Luthor has been very strong lately.

Otherwise, in the past, anyone who dared to splash coffee on his face would have disappeared in the elevator.

"Let him go! If he shows up again, let the security throw him out!" Ed Bowman roared: "We don't do business with the federal government, they are all liars! The new Secretary of the Treasury is the world's largest fraud!"

"I agree with what he said." A voice suddenly appeared opposite him, and Ed's cold sweat broke out instantly.

Since the wave of superhumans began to sweep, these large companies have strengthened their security protection against superhumans, but with little effect. The best known response is to hire another superhuman to be responsible for security work.

The Kendall Group is no exception. At present, the security department has more than [-] superhumans in various positions, forming a strict superhuman defense line.

But now, a voice he had never heard before was right across from him. No, in fact, he couldn't say he had never heard it before. When Ed summoned 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 hadn't hung up the phone to ask hurriedly, "Are you all right, Mr. Ed?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, let that gentleman wait in the waiting room first." Ed was very clear about Tang Ji's information. He knew what the other party had done, what he was capable of doing, and which side the other party was on now. Yes, so he knew very well what Tang Ji's appearance here represented.

So Ed didn't intend to ask the security department to deal with the problem here at all. If they had the ability, the Kendall Group would have occupied an entire area by itself, just like the Military Technology or the Arasaka Group, and declared it as the company's private property.

Those superhumans are a joke compared to Tangy.
"Is he talking about Marcin Cooper? That liar?" Wang Zhengdao sat on the sofa behind Tang Ji. Ed had completely focused on Tang Ji before, so that he didn't notice this man at all. exist.

Wang Zhengdao, the freest man in the world, he can go wherever he wants, and he can get what he wants in an instant. Compared with Tang Ji, Lao Wang's 'notoriety' in the rich circle is even worse.

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.

Tang Jineng has such a great deterrent force now, at least half of the credit is attributable to Lao Wang.

One cannot be prevented, the other cannot be stopped, and 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?" Ed Bowman smiled wryly, 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 purchase contract that Mikkelsen put on the table just now?"

"En?" 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 "reasonable" written on his face.

"The decoration of this place is good." 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, 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."

Ed's face turned livid due to lack of oxygen within a few seconds, while Tang Ji said slowly: "Mikkelsen is a bastard, but he knows me very well and knows what kind of work 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's not joking." Wang Zhengdao flipped through the shuffled documents on his desk, and patted Tang Ji's hand: "Relax, this gentleman can no longer Breathe."

Tang Ji let go of his hand, causing Ed to curl up on the desk and gasp for breath.

"I entered the legal department of Kendall Group in 2038, and became the deputy director in 2042. It can be said to be on the rise, isn't it, Mr. Ed?" Wang Zhengdao patted his face: "We know everything about you, especially in the For those activities in the hunting club, I heard that you have been promoted from a senior member to an organizer?"

When Ed Bowman heard the words of the hunting club, he immediately panicked.

It was a club set up by the corporate executive class, and it started out as a thrill, signing pacts with debtors who had huge debts and throwing them into the jungle as hunting targets for fun.

But as the threshold for these people got higher and higher, the victims soon expanded to innocent people bought from street gangs, corporate white-collar workers who thought they were being spotted by their bosses, and were invited to secret parties.

Recently, however, the scope of prey has become larger. Just three weeks ago, fifty of the most senior members of the club participated in a collective activity, and in a forgotten town on the Texas border, the entire Everyone in a town has become prey.

The event lasted for three full days, alcohol, blood and sex filled this group of people who felt empty inside, and afterward just had to pour the dirty water on the transhuman extremists and no one cared.

"I'm just a minority shareholder, the executive director, and I don't count what I say." Ed Bowman seemed to be honest when he saw a cat and a mouse: "The acquisition requires the approval of all shareholders."

"We are in a hurry, 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 before saying: "Our offer is 260 billion federal currency."

Ed Bowman smiled bitterly. I am afraid that no shareholder is willing to sell his shares in the Kendall Group, because their current annual profit exceeds 150 billion federal currency, and it has been growing. At least there will be no decline in the next ten years. possible.

Everyone knew that this enterprise was going to be the next Big Mac, and now the giant crocodile from higher up the food chain was about to open its mouth before it could grow.

Mikkelsen stood on a wall covered with names and company LOGO, and painted the LOGO belonging to Kendall black with a smile. There are more than 60 companies and nearly [-] names on this wall. .

This bloody transfer of power will undoubtedly cause panic and opposition from many allies, but it is a decision made by Mikkelsen after weighing the pros and cons.

Because of the player's particularity, the plan he made had to keep changing with 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 ending after a flash in the pan and a little bit of embers that never went out.

The Gray Fields Project is advancing in an orderly manner. The products of this project obviously cannot be promoted normally. No farmer is willing to grow tasteless crops, and it is difficult to feed them to livestock.

No consumer is willing to buy meat that smells bad, because it took humans thousands of years to domesticate these animals to suit human taste buds, and the Gray Fields Project has restored all of this, and even worse.

But military officers have technology and have the best sales team in the world. They can sell pistols that cost less than 48 federal dollars for [-] times the price, and they can sell F-[-]s as luxury items. 'Garbage' sold to their most suitable users -

Middle class.

They didn't even try to do much, just renamed the Gray Fields Project, called the Natural Environment Restoration Project, and produced these naturally grown crops rich in antioxidants and free of pollution.

It can anti-aging, prevent diseases, significantly improve the user's intestinal flora, solve a series of 'health diseases' including constipation, and long-term use can also improve the mental state of patients with depression.

In a word, these dusty crops, apart from being unpalatable, are full of advantages.

And the most interesting thing is that they didn't lie. The products of the Gray Field Project do have a delete effect. Even the one that can improve the mental state is true for modern people. There was a sales manager who suffered from depression. After eating these things himself, he suddenly felt that the problems he had encountered before were all caused by a breeze.

Although this is an isolated case, it is clearly in full compliance with the advertising law, enough for these sales geniuses to publicize 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 thinks this kind of scam, he can use it for 1000 years.

With the market, farmers are naturally willing to plant this new thing, and then, the only ones standing in front of the gray field plan are those large agricultural companies that hold a large amount of arable land and pastures.

The good news is that most of these companies are not giant companies. The bad news is that most of these companies are owned by ultra-conservative forces. They value the land more than their own lives. Pan Heng was already on this land.

It is very difficult to get them to cooperate obediently, but Mikkelsen is willing to try, and 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 part of the Federation.

They stubbornly survived two corporate wars, maintained their own traditions, and paid little attention to external changes. Mikkelsen even suspected that they didn't know that there were such things as superhumans.

"Damn it, I thought I heard the voice of a ghost." John Dutton sounded surprised: "I thought you were dead long ago. After that war ended, I sent someone to look for you, but you disappeared disappeared without a trace, as if it didn’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 whiskey." John Dutton replied after a second of silence: "Case has the final say in the family now, he doesn't like me to drink, maybe an old friend's visit can make me drink more. "

"John, let's talk after we meet." Mikkelsen pretended not to understand the meaning of his old friend's words: "This is about the future of mankind."

"Mikkelsen, you can always come up with reasons that I can't refuse." John Dutton sighed: "I really should have died in bed from a heart attack last year."

(End of this chapter)