Red Dead Redemption, I Build an Umbrella Company

He didn’t have much anxiety with Cornwall.

But they have also heard of each other.

Although unlike Chen Xu, Brontë does not see a future in the battle between electricity and energy.

But he understood that for a big capitalist who developed quickly and savagely by mergers and acquisitions.

The goal you value, the competitor appears, the other party chooses the way.

It’s definitely not about putting a table at a table, then inviting each other to have a good talk, and finally giving in to each other to achieve a win-win situation.

For Cornwall, there could only be one thing he had to do.

That is to find a way to defeat the other party with the resources in your hand, so as to get what you want.

“So what do we need to do?” Lucanapoli said flatteringly.

“Nope! On the Indian reservation, we don’t want to do anything. Brontë rejected Lucanapoli’s proposal without hesitation.

Although the west, it is not the base camp of Cornwall.

But this does not mean that the other party has no energy.

Money is a terrible resource.

As long as there is money, the other party can always get some information.

And he himself is in Ambarino, although he has some ties to the local mayor.

It is impossible to expect to be able to hide something.

Also for those successful tycoons, once someone does some small action inside.

Then the other party may wonder if these people who make small actions have other intentions.

Brontë was clear about this, because he himself was such a person.

“However, we can go and reveal some information so that Cornwall knows about this sooner.” Brontë spoke.

This kind of business decision, not to mention a few days, even a day or even half a day, is sometimes very important.

“Yes..” Lucanapoli nodded emphatically.

“In addition, the other party took over the Gray family’s tobacco factory?” Brontë thought of something and said to Lucanapoli.

This kind of thing still has to ask him, I don’t know how long it has been taking over.

Lucanapoli said in his heart, but nodded very respectfully on the surface: “Yes, Yorkemeiu also has some shares in it.” ”

“Henri Lemieux … Hum. Brontë snorted coldly.

Although the owner of the shares is Yorkemine.

But for those in the upper echelons of Saint-Denis, who is not clear about Yorke’s relationship with the mayor?

But Brontë didn’t really care, because they were already enemies.

“Help me contact the union, take so much money from me, now it’s their turn to do some work.” Brontë said towards Lucanapoli.

He will not use some violent means, but he will make the other party as anxious as possible.

………………

In the evening, in the slum neighborhood.

As a representative of the union of St. Denis, Visagi listened to what Lucanapoli said in front of him, his face full of hesitation and embarrassment.

In addition to him, there are two other partners by his side.

“Strike? But as far as I know, Mr. Matthew’s factory treats the workers quite well, and it is at a first-class level in St. Denis. Visagi looked embarrassed.

But when a stack of bills was placed on the table in front of him, the embarrassment disappeared all at once.

He put a large portion of the bills into his pocket with a big grin.

As if receiving a signal, the other two partners followed the example and divided the remaining banknotes into two parts and put them in their pockets.

“Can it be done?” Lucanapoli asked expressionlessly.

“For the sake of the rights and interests of the workers, we cannot allow those unscrupulous capitalists to exploit our brothers!” At this moment, Visagi behaved as impartially and selflessly as a saint.

Or rather, this is what he looks like in the eyes of many workers.

As a poor man living in a slum, he has maintained a good image of himself.

In particular, he came into contact with the union and introduced one of his fellow villagers to a factory, where he received a salary for personnel introductions.

It was as if opening the door to a new world for him.

In particular, more and more immigrants are flocking to Saint-Denis. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

For ordinary Federalists, these are the city’s polluters and moths, but in Visagi’s view, this is his resource for making money.

As a union representative, coupled with ties to some factories, he could introduce those poor people to a job.

Get some profit from it by the way.

And some factories are happy to recruit workers from his side.

Because of their status as union representatives, they can save them some troubles, such as not having to pay those workers too high wages.

So even though he made a lot of money, Visagi lived in a slum neighborhood and wore patched clothes day after day.

He knew very well that those people trusted themselves, not because of their charisma.

It’s that they’re poor like them.

But if he had moved out of the slum community, it would have all been lost.

At least he couldn’t leave when he didn’t make enough money.

“‘Are we really going to do something to that Mr. Matthew?’ He is very rich, and it seems that he has a relationship with the mayor, which is not easy to mess with. One of his companions next to him said with a little worry on his face.

“Yes, and as far as we know, the workers in his factory don’t seem to have suffered much exploitation, but they are treated very well, which is very difficult to persuade those workers to strike.” Another partner also echoed the force.

Listening to the words of the two people, Visagi did not have much worry, but he himself was filled with a mysterious confidence.

“This is not such a big problem, and whether the workers can go on strike is not only the treatment, but also the emotions and psychology.” Visagi smiled.

His status as a representative of the workers’ union, coupled with his good reputation in the slum community for so many years.

In fact, he was able to do a lot.

So much so that when negotiating with many factory owners, he is actually the one who has the upper hand.

As for the mayor?

It’s not that he hasn’t seen it.

And more importantly, he got a lot of money from Brontë.

But that Mr. Matthew did not bring him any profit.