American Peanuts

Chapter 40
"Dong, dong, dong, boss, is there a seat..." The pretty girl at the front desk knocked on the door and was about to reveal the other party's identity when she saw Claire next to her making a silent gesture.

So it can only be changed temporarily.

"There is a lady Claire who wants to see you."

"Didn't I just tell you to drive away all the people looking for me. Are you listening to my arrangement?" Charlie's reprimand came from inside the room.

The front desk staff was so surprised that the boss seemed to be getting more and more irritable.

"Let that piece of shit woman wait outside until I finish training the new media director before she comes in."

"This... how about you wait in the VIP room for a while?" The front desk turned around and asked.

On one side is the boss who pays wages, and on the other side is the fbl special service agent. Neither of these two people is easy to mess with.

Carlisle waved his hand and asked the receptionist to step back.He approached the black patent leather wooden door of the president's office and listened.

The more Claire listened, the more puzzled she became, wondering why the female employee in the room said the exact opposite.

Calling God, what is she marveling at?

Being in a professional habit, she began to think carefully, took out a small notepad from her pocket, and wrote a string of words on it while listening.

“PM3: 15 Employee had contradictory response to Charlie Rossi’s reprimand. (Or related to some kind of religion).”

"PM3: 25 employees were shouting curses and Charlie Rossi seemed angry and filled with all kinds of harsh words. (This is an argument)"

"PM3:25 seems to be Charlie's victory, employees start crying, but loudly want Charlie to increase intensity, logic gets weirder. (religious ceremony?)"

"PM3: There seemed to be a North American brown bear in the room at 35, which was roaring continuously. There were sporadic sounds of employees in the room, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying."

"PM 3:45 The employee lost his voice completely. He may have fainted, or..."

The door opened, and a blond woman walked out, lowering her head to fasten her buttons, and almost bumped into Claire.

Claire lowered her head and looked specifically at her skirt. Well, there were just some pressed wrinkles on it. .

Stephanie looked at her for a few times, and then said into the office: "Charlie, there is a woman outside. It doesn't look like she is here to apply for a job. Could she be your wife?"

"Are you kidding?" A voice came from inside the house.

Claire was really speechless. So after listening for a long time, she just listened to a poker game?

She walked into the room and saw the target, Charlie Rossi, wiping the table with toilet paper. There was a faint smell of asbestos.

"So you are?" Charlie turned around and asked with some confusion.

Claire handed over the license, closed the door and locked it again.

"Mr. Charlie Rossi, we are here to seek your help." Claire stood up straight and said calmly.

Charlie looked at the license again and again, as if verifying its authenticity.

"who are you?"

"There is a scale on the license, and we belong to one side of the triangle." Claire revealed her family and then read out a name.

"Do you still know Gabriela Isler?"

"She is currently in the hospital with multiple injuries and told us about you."

"Why didn't she call me herself?" Charlie asked.

"She can't speak now. She's been tortured so much that you are the only name she can remember."

"We have investigated that she comes from a huge illegal immigration criminal organization. The leader of the organization controls these immigrants, forces them to labor, sexually exploits them, and allows these illegal immigrants to make money for themselves. These immigrants come from South America, Eastern Europe, and Southeast Asia. They do not understand English, no identity, and would be beaten if he disobeyed. Gabriella was one of the victims."

"So, what do you need me to do?" Charlie became more and more puzzled.

"We would like to ask you to contact the other party and be straightforward. We want you to gain the other party's trust as a buyer."

"why me?"

"You are an... entrepreneur, and you happen to need some labor, especially young women, and you know Gabriella, and you also need her to work for you. It is reasonable for you to come forward, and no one will doubt it."

"Wait a minute, I need to clarify that I have not done anything that violates the laws of this country, and I am not a slave owner. What I need is a beautiful, tall, and beautiful young woman."

Charlie shook his head, he didn't want to cooperate with the other party.

“In return, we can help you speak for some tax-cutting public investment projects in Illinois, as well as logistical support for highway PLCs, etc.”

"That doesn't sound very legal." Charlie said instinctively.

"No, sir, this is completely compliant. In the past, the corresponding partners would choose those donors." Claire explained.

How should I put it, this is a bit like an aboveboard transaction.

"In 1947, the National Security Act was passed under Dumen, which included the intelligence budget framework of the United States. Up to now, NIP has seventeen intelligence agencies under its jurisdiction, including CLA, US, DNS, NSA, NGA, NRO, etc. Wait, except that CLA is directly under the jurisdiction of DNI, everyone has his own boss, 17 departments, fighting for the rice in a bowl, who eats more and who eats less? No matter what, someone is always dissatisfied."

"Furthermore, the intelligence community has always been in trouble, and all parties will get involved, making the situation even more chaotic."

"Speaking of which, we are just errand boys. Seventy percent of the budget belongs to those contractors..."

Why is it only [-]%?

"...So sometimes I have to accept some donations. So you should be relieved, right?"

"I can help you, but I may have to do it my way, and I want something else. SEC, you guys can talk to me. I may need to attend several related hearings and need your help."

"When is that time?" Claire's expression was stiff.

"Yes, by then, maybe two months, maybe three months, maybe five months, but what should come will come. You know the entire market is at risk, and some of my next actions..." Charlie did not continue. Go on.

"It's always been minimal intervention over there."

"Yes, that's right, this is what I want. Of course, this is not for you to run errands in vain. I understand the rules. If you have money, everyone can make money together, yourself, your boss, and your boss's boss." Charlie changed He had an idea. In essence, it was a kind of financing, and it also came with connections, which was a very good deal for him.

"Sounds good. What are you going to do?"

"Risk hedging, high returns. I can even sign an unlimited liability agreement and agree to close the position without any risk for you."

Claire smiled.

"You know, you have much more conscience than those Wall Street vampires."

(End of this chapter)