Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Damon Stada's face was blue and red, and he looked very ugly.

　　 He didn't expect that Shen Jiannan would dare to be so strong even knowing that he was from Phantom, and he didn't expect that someone had already arrived behind him, but he didn't notice it.

　　 As a former lieutenant of the Cobra Special Forces, this is undoubtedly a huge shame.

　　 Under the threat of Tang Dunhou and his group, Damon Stada untied the weapon he was carrying, but he looked directly at Shen Jiannan.

　　 "Mr. Shen, I hope you know what you are doing? This is Wall Street and Manhattan. Are you ready for the price of doing this?"

　　The price?

　　 Shen Jiannan finally raised his head and looked at Damon Starda with a disdainful smile.

　　 "I'm sorry, Mr. Stada Security Advisor. But here, I have the final say. If you don't mind, we can go now."

　　Demon Starda's face was gloomy, Shen Jiannan said that although he was sorry in his words, his tone and attitude were not at all sorry.

　　Dimon Starda dislikes the strength that Shen Jiannan shows. In Manhattan, New York, and even the entire United States, no one has ever dared to be so strong when he knew he was a Phantom.

Never had.

　　 But thinking of what Mr. Butler had explained, Damon Stada suppressed the urge to explode.

"please!"

　　 Shen Jiannan didn't care about Damon Starda's stiff and cold inviting attitude, got up and straightened his suit, and gave Tang Dunhou a wink.

　　 Tang Dunhou knew, and handed the pistol with the bullet removed from his hand to Damon Starda and his companions, and followed Shen Jiannan out of the office door.

　　 humiliation.

　　 Naked humiliation.

　　 What is the difference between a pistol that has lost bullets and scrap iron.

　　 Damon Starda squeezed the pistol in his hand, the green veins on his wrist emerged, staring at the back of Shen Jiannan and his group, gritted his teeth angrily.

　　He knows exactly what the mission of this trip is.

　　 Mirage needs to become a partner with First International Capital, but as the host, the cooperation must be led by Mirage.

　　 Controlling all initiative is a must.

　　 But this **** guy, now he has taken away the right to lead, and he is behind, but he seems to be a follower.

　　 "Mr. Stada consultant, are you not going to lead the way?"

　　 bastard!

　　 Damon Stada yelled angrily, very dissatisfied that Shen Jiannan actually used him as a follower.

　　 But the responsibility is in his hands, so he had to walk out of the office and lead the way.

　　 At the gate of the building.

　　 A Cadillac stopped by the side of the road, and Damon Stada gestured to Shen Jiannan, and took his companions into the car.

　　 Someone from the Shadow Team drove Shen Jiannan's Rolls-Royce over long ago. The group got into the car and followed the Cadillac slowly leading the way on the flat asphalt road.

　　 Through the city and the suburbs along the way, the surrounding area gradually opens up but also looks a bit desolate.

　　 Tang Dunhou glanced at the sky, his energy tense, and his heart a little nervous.

　　 A helicopter hovered high in the sky, keeping a short distance to follow. From the moment he left Manhattan Tang Dunhou, he discovered that the helicopter seemed to be coming towards his group.

　　Although this Rolls-Royce is custom-made for armor piercing, if it is caught by an armed helicopter, I am afraid it will not be too easy.

　　 Picked up and sent an armed helicopter to patrol. This kind of handiwork... For the first time, Tang Dunhou felt what a giant is.

　　 The car is getting farther and farther away, and the more you go, the more remote it is. Not long ago, some people could be seen sporadically. Now, there are hillside forests and gullies on both sides of the road. From time to time, you can see wild animals coming and going, like in the primeval forest.

　　What the **** is this special?

　　 Tang Dunhou couldn't help but be up to 120% spirit.

　　 has been in the United States for a while, and he knows that in the United States, only middle-class or poor people live in high-rise houses like sky prisons. The real rich people live in the suburbs.

　　 Kete, this place is not like a suburb at all, but like a wilderness.

　　 Shen Jiannan could see Tang Dunhou's guard, in fact, he was also very complicated in his heart.

　　 I have long known that Morgan has a deep background, but only when I really come into contact, I know how deep it is.

　　 Not long ago, he had seen a large line on the sign of a place—Private Land.

　　In other words, they actually entered the territory of Morgan Manor ten minutes ago, but they were driving at a speed of 60 kilometers, but they have not seen the manor buildings until now.

　　 Such a private land area, I am afraid I can't even think of it in China.

　　 Not to mention anything else, an ordinary golf course will have to endure a lot of criticism and pressure when it is built. This kind of private territory of hundreds of hectares, if it is put in the country, I am afraid that it will not be able to come out.

　　 Still the happiness of capitalist countries!

　　 How about finding a place to get a holiday manor for fun?

　　The manor in New York cannot be used to fight birds. This place is open, with the sky as the bed, and the field warfare. It should be quite fun.

　　 Finally, the endless dense forest seemed to come to an end, the car slowly slowed down, and the surroundings gradually opened up, which may be the destination.

　　 But Tang Dunhou's nerves were suddenly stretched to the limit.

　　 Not far away, you can see seven or eight people in suits and leather shoes standing on the road with rifles. What is even more exaggerated is that a guy actually carries a bazooka in his hand.

　　 "Boss... seems to be a military restricted area?"

　　 Suddenly, Tang Dunhou murmured solemnly.

　　 To be honest.

　　 Shen Jiannan wanted to scold his mother.

　　 The bodyguard was so blatant that it was almost like an army. I am afraid that only a family like Morgan could make such a big battle.

　　 Although First International Capital is rich now, it is a world of difference compared with this old family.

　　 Rockefeller, I’m afraid it’s just as tough!

　　 "Don't worry, just wait for cooperation."

　　 As the Cadillac stopped in front of him, Shen Jiannan motioned to stop the car in front of Luca and said to Tang Dunhou.

　　Tang Dunhou nodded, what else can I do if this kind of place doesn't cooperate.

　　 Soon, the car gradually stopped, and Damon Stada got out of the car and walked straight to Shen Jiannan and his group. Although there was no smile on his face, his eyes seemed to be smiling triumphantly.

　　 "I'm sorry, everyone. Morgan Manor prohibits the carrying of weapons. I need to check your belongings."

　　 The same tone, intact words.

　　 Tang Dunhou communicated with the two team members of his colleagues, his face showed anger, and for the first time he felt what is meant by retribution.

　　 Dog day.

　　 Under Shen Jiannan's confession, several people accepted Dimon Starda's body search.

　　 Not long after, three pistols, six grenades, and three military daggers were found from the three of them.

　　 Damon Stada raised his eyebrows, looked at Tang Dunhou provocatively and said, "Now, these things must be kept by us."

　　 "Fake."

　　 Being humiliated by Damon Stada, Don Dun hurriedly scolded a word.

　　 Damon Stada laughed, and being frustrated can only mean powerlessness, just like the kind of treatment I received not long ago. Now it feels great to find the place.

　　 Shen Jiannan was also searched, but compared to the rude treatment received by Tang Dunhou, it can be said to be a kind of enjoyment.

　　 A well-built female bodyguard touched him all over his body, and finally stopped on the weapon that every man would carry.

　　 This may be a fragrant enjoyment for ordinary people. But Shen Jiannan really couldn't accept this kind of enjoyment, and quickly jumped to stop the female bodyguard's urge to continue checking.

　　 "Stop! Stop!"

　　 Damon Stada stopped the action of the female bodyguard and smiled triumphantly.

　　 "Mr. Shen is a distinguished guest of Mr. Hunter, there is no need to check."

　　 No need to check, you said so early.

　　 Shen Jiannan was also helpless. He was both depressed and admired for Morgan's methods.

　　 No need to check, what a lie!

　　 Get a good-looking woman to check people can't say any dissatisfaction, and let him lose all his gentlemanly demeanor, and the initiative he has grabbed is lost in an instant.

　　 It's Morgan!

　　 "Mr. Shen. I'm sorry, in order to protect the natural environment here, cars are forbidden to enter the manor. We need to change to other means of transportation."

　　Demon Stada led a group of people through the level. Within a few minutes, his vision gradually widened, and an awning made of white marble appeared in front of everyone.

　　 Tang Dunhou and his two companions looked at each other, and Shen Jiannan was also dumbfounded.

　　 A row of scooters neatly lined up under the canopy, and Damon Stada opened the armrest of a scooter and stood on it, indicating that this was the means of transportation to change.

　　 electric scooter.

　　 That's right, it's an electric scooter.

　　 is almost the same as the electric scooters of the later era. It can be folded and looks very light.

　　 Even if I knew it early, many things actually existed for many years before they were popularized, and I often enjoy this kind of technology that is beyond normal people's understanding.

　　 But when suddenly seeing this fashionable electric scooter that became popular twenty years later, Shen Jiannan suddenly felt a sense of chaos in time and space.

　　 Fortunately, he did not know that this thing actually existed as early as a hundred years ago.

"please!"

　　Demon Stada politely made an inviting gesture to several people.

　　 But the smug smile on his face has a faint expectation of watching a joke.

　　 This is a scooter customized by General Electric for Morgan Estate. It is not available on the market. Normal people will often be embarrassed because they cannot master the parallelism for the first time.

　　 "Monkey, just wait for me here."

　　 confessed to the three of Tang Dunhou. Shen Jiannan was familiar with adjusting the folded scooter, turning on the switch, and taking the lead in the direction of the manor that was already visible.

　　Demon Starda was stunned obviously, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, and instructed his subordinates to entertain Tang Dunhou and others, and had to follow him quickly. ,

　　 Looking at the mountain, sprinting to death, and eager to the sea.

　　 Standing at the entrance of the villa, a white manor clearly didn't look far away.

　　 But in fact, the distance is still very far.

　　 Stepping on an electric scooter, the green lawn undulates slowly back and forth, and it took a full twenty minutes to reach the manor.

　　Demon Stada did not deliberately make things difficult for people. You can see many people dressed as bodyguards, riding the same scooter, patrolling back and forth.

　　 In the entire manor, there are no vehicles or other means of transportation.

　　 Soon, a French Renaissance castle-style building became clear. The appearance of Indiana limestone blocks looked full of weight. The black wrought iron gate and the atmosphere of the years showed the majesty.

The garden lawn in front of 　　 is beautiful, and the sound of the waves can be faintly heard.

　　 The lawn is delicate, the neatly trimmed flowers and trees, and the mountains and the water are reminiscent of a verse: Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom.

　　 It is hard to imagine that this French palace-style building is in the United States, but it makes people feel like being in the Palace of Versailles.

　　 Someone picked up the electric scooter that the two rode over, and Damon Stada made an inviting gesture and stepped into the iron gate of the manor.

　　 A magnificent tall dome, shrouded in the garden.

　　 is built with three floors, the overall atmosphere is luxurious, the decoration materials are mostly imported from Italy marble and rare wood, the roof is inlaid with gold, and there will be exquisite oil paintings on it. The stone pillars of the porch, the red carpet stairs, and the magnificent carvings are everywhere. The chandeliers, tapestries, murals, and statues all have extraordinary origins and high value, and they all look magnificent.

　　 There are many flowers and plants in the hall, and you can feel spring all year round.

　　 Shen Jiannan had to admit that compared with Morgan's nearly two-hundred-year-old family, he seemed to be a bit like a dumpling.

　　 I really don’t know if Grandma Liu had the same feeling when she entered the Grand View Garden.

　　You can see many servants on the road. The Morgan family is probably Yankong. The servants here are mostly young women, and most of them are beautiful and good-natured.

　　 It may be that Shen Jiannan’s face from an Oriental appeared here very abruptly. Many people would look at him curiously, full of probing taste, and their eyes seemed to be looking at an alien.

　　 However, no one asked anything.

　　Only after the past, some people will put their heads together, as if they are talking about why there is an Oriental here.

　　 It doesn’t feel good to be looked at.

　　 Fortunately, Shen Jiannan has become accustomed to this feeling. Following the steps of Damon Stada, he maintained his demeanor and showed good temperament and cultivation.

　　 Led by Damon Stada, the two reached a place that seemed to be a living room.

　　 An old man wearing a tuxedo with gray hair and looking to be a housekeeper walked in and gave a simple greeting to Shen Jiannan.

　　 "Honorable guest, hello. I am Alan Radcliffe, the butler here."

　　 After a pause, Radcliffe added with an apologetic expression: "Mr. Hunter will rest at this time every day, so I will wake him up."

　　 "Oh. Then trouble Mr. Butler."

　　 Soon, Damon Stada and Radcliffe left together.

　　 A servant brought tea, and Shen Jiannan thanked him and looked at the surrounding environment.

　　 The entire reception room is simple and elegant. There are several enlarged photo frames hanging on the wall. The top one is a black and white photo with a beard. It is JP Morgan, the founder of the Morgan family.

　　As a guest, Shen Jiannan is certainly not good at walking around rudely.

　　 sipping tea while holding a teacup, wondering what Morgan's plan to meet with him.

　　 Ten minutes passed.

　　 Thirty minutes passed.

　　 The tea has been drunk, but little Hunter Spencer Morgan did not show up.

　　 come to get off the horse?

　　 Shen Jiannan raised his eyebrows, and couldn't see the master for half an hour. It was obvious that he was putting psychological pressure on him.

　　 However, Shen Jiannan is not in a hurry.

　　 Now that the Republican Party has been in power for twelve consecutive years, Morgan and his allies are in a bad situation. Before the results of the general election are released, they will never really offend themselves, who can be wooed.

　　 is nothing more than wanting to master the absolute initiative.

　　 Gradually, the setting sun sets.

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　　 The glazed lights that lit up filled the entire Morgan Manor with the breath of time.

　　 A sound of footsteps came from outside, and Shen Jiannan turned his head and looked at the door, instinctively felt that the person who should have arrived had already arrived.

　　 "Mr. Shen. I admire your courage, and dare to come here alone."

　　Chinese?

　　 Shen Jiannan was obviously taken aback.

　　 The United States in the 1990s is no better than later. Here, it can be said that more than half of the people have never heard of the word Huaxia.

　　 Among the rest of the ordinary people, even if they have heard of Hua Xia, they are only heard by the name.

　　 For example, Chinese people know martial arts.

　　 There is a giant in China called Mao.

　　 To speak Chinese, apart from diplomats, professional translators and immigrants, very few native Americans can understand.

　　 Seeing the old man stepping through the door, Shen Jiannan felt a little turmoil in his heart.

　　Information is the code to master wealth. It is not easy for Morgan to stand tall in the United States for nearly two hundred years.

　　 But this is not why he was stunned.

　　 Behind little Hunter Spencer Morgan, there was a small-looking woman.

　　 A beautiful, pretty woman with short blonde hair, but her face is full of anger with fire in her eyes.

　　 Avril.

　　 Is this a coincidence or an accident?