America's Big Hero Chapter 389

(PS: I'm not kidding, I didn't allude to Songjiang Prefecture. As you all know, fireworks are in Sanya, and they have been in a state of blockade for the last month, but in fact we can guarantee the supply of materials, there is no shortage of vegetables, meat and eggs, and they are all volunteers in the community. The nucleic acid was delivered to you. Thank you very much to the volunteers and staff. The reason for yesterday's paragraph is really a reasonable reasoning. Under the Western system, this is an inevitable result. The capital is Without feelings, in areas deeply influenced by capital, there will be fundamental changes in culture and thinking)

These people headed by Henry are real business elites.

Just say Henry.

In 1920, the French commander-in-chief in Morocco, Herbert Liautet, ordered the official establishment of the Moroccan phosphate mining company OPC (Officechérifiendesphosphates), which began large-scale mining.

After Morocco completed its independence, the equity of Morocco mining companies changed a lot. Some of them were in the hands of the royal family, and 5% in the hands of the Central Bank of Morocco. the company you are in.

Henry is not the heir or owner of the company. He is a professional manager who has obtained a part of the equity through complex and professional means.

These 12 people are all professional managers to be precise. They are the presidents or board members of various companies. They are proficient in all business methods and are very good at negotiating.

Even Magritte, who had just made a small mockery of Sean, was not really so angry that he couldn't control it.

Just like a deliberate foul at the start of an NBA game, the purpose is to test the referee on duty. The same is true for a small test before the negotiation officially begins.

only……

There are always uncertain things going on in this world, so that the world will not be boring.

Just as Sean finished saying "I don't like your tone of voice", the security guard who had been silently standing in the living room as a transparent man instantly pulled out the pistol around his waist and pointed at it.

Henry watched, his face changed greatly, and he was about to shout when he opened his mouth.

"boom"

"No!"

"what!!!"

A series of voices sounded, and the security did not hesitate to shoot, hitting the provocateur's thigh with one shot.

Then Henry's cry came out, and finally the provocateur's terrified cry after looking at his **** thigh.

It's not painful, it's scary!

At the moment of being shot, the human body will secrete an anesthetic for protection purposes, and it will take a few seconds to feel the pain.

After firing the gun, the security guard inserted the gun back as if nothing had happened.

Henry and the others stood up in horror, but their bodies were stiff and no one dared to move.

The security guard's action of shooting was too decisive, and his expression was too indifferent, as if he had no feelings about shooting and killing people at all, like stepping on an ant to death.

Magritte, who was shot, hugged his thigh and slipped out of the chair, his thigh stretched straight, and he held it like that, howling miserably.

Looking at all this, Sean sighed and said without looking at it, "Who made you shoot!"

"Personal wishes, anyone who insults the boss should be punished."

Personal wishes, not with the company, not with Sean.

Sean didn't answer, but turned his head to look at Henry, and said with a serious face: "I'm sorry, he has a mental illness, a serious battlefield syndrome, and he can't control himself when he is stimulated."

"You can call the police now, I believe that the Moroccan police and the court will give you a fair sentence."

"As we all know, I am a law-abiding person, and I will never cover him up."

Henry opened his mouth wide, and his face was full of incredible!

I have never seen such a brazen person!

Are you very law-abiding?

Call the police?

Judge?

I can **** you!

Is there any king law?

Is there any law!

Can you do whatever you want with mental illness?

Are you still mentally ill?

In this case, even an idiot knows that it was Sean's instigation, but as long as the perpetrator insists that it is out of anger, then Sean will not be implicated in any case.

And as long as Sean is fine, Morocco's laws are shit!

In other words, this shot was a waste.

The only thing fortunate is that the assailant is very accurate and did not intend to kill.

Fake!

Henry opened his mouth wide and his fingers trembled. He wanted to raise his hand and slap him hard, so he should stop Magritte's temptation.

Those negotiating methods can only be used in formal negotiation occasions and not now, this guy in front of them is not a person who can reason with words!

The best way to negotiate with this guy is to tell the truth!

Quickly figured out the crux of the matter, Henry opened his mouth to breathe, forced himself to calm down, and glanced at Magritte, who was lying on the ground and howling. Henry was dizzy when he saw a large beach, and quickly looked away.

Uncontrollably, Henry's right thigh trembled frantically, and it hurt so badly.

"Mr. Sean." Henry bit his lower lip hard, took another deep breath and said, "Mr. Sean, please save people first, please hurry up, we believe this is an accident."

Sean smiled and looked at Henry without saying a word. Lorraine behind him raised his hand and ticked, and immediately two people dressed as maids came up.

A maid pulled out the ribbon around her waist and tied Magritte's thigh tightly to stop the bleeding. After they were done, the two of them pulled one arm and dragged him away directly.

There was no expression in the whole process, but it was not as indifferent as the perpetrator just now. This was a relaxed, commonplace ease.

It's just that the action is too rough.

Seeing the worry on Henry's face, Lorraine said aloud: "Don't worry, they are Mr. Sean's personal service team, and each of them has a nurse qualification certificate and a doctor's qualification certificate to ensure that Mr. Sean and his entourage are accompanied. medical safety of personnel.”

"For them, it's just a minor surgery and it's not a problem at all."

"Uh... oh, okay, okay, thank you." Henry and the others seemed a little incoherent, but they were relieved.

With Sean's status, the medical team he brings with him is of course top-notch, at least in first aid.

It's just, what a hobby to dress up as a maid for the medical team! ?

In addition, this team seems to be very skilled...

Seriously terrified.

While talking, two more maids came over. One held something like a towel and spread it on the pool of blood. The blood on the blanket was quickly sucked away. Obviously, it has a strong adsorption effect on blood or liquids. .

Another person took a spray device and sprayed it carefully around the area where it had been inhaled.

The smell of blood in the air faded at once, and even the blood on the blanket became very light. If you don't look carefully, you can't imagine that someone was shot here just now, and the ground was soaked in blood.

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Henry and the others sat down again, and most people didn't dare to look up at Sean at all, lowered their heads, and covered their faces with their heads.

They are business elites, good at management and business negotiation, but not good at dealing with killers.

The more wealthy and successful business elites are, the more they are afraid of danger and death.

If it is a self-made rich man, he will not be so afraid at this moment.

Just like the African black uncle soldiers and the special forces of Wuchang, they are all soldiers... The gap is bigger than that of humans and dogs, and they are not a kind of creature at all.

"Okay, now we can talk about business." Sean swept his eyes around, and finally landed on Henry, "I don't know what your name is, what do you have to do with me?"

"Just call me Henry." Henry took a deep breath, raised his hand and rubbed his face.

Now there is no need to be as graceful as usual negotiators, to keep calm, this is not a fair negotiation.

"We want to talk about those mines, those factories." Henry was the only one who could suppress his fear at this time, which made several others look over in surprise.

There were surprises, fears, and anger in the eyes that looked over, for fear that Henry's words would offend Sean and hurt them.

They just want to get out of this place now!

Whether they are CEOs or directors, they are only professional managers, and some of them hold shares as management shares. There is no pressure to resign, and with their qualifications, they will not have to worry about finding a job.

There is absolutely no need to hang from a tree.

They are different from Henry, Henry's entire net worth is on the company.

"I am a businessman, a very pure businessman." Sean said with a smile: "The factory and mine are part of this overall transaction, and the Moroccan government must pay me."

Henry's eyes lit up slightly, suppressed his fear, and tried his best to make his brain work. The businessman, that is, the representative can trade, "I, or what our company pays, can reduce the loss."

"Not bad, not bad!" Sean smiled and clapped his hands, "I like the way you speak, you can see reality clearly."

"Sure enough, anyone who can be successful has merits."

Henry squeezed out a smile, he felt as if he had found the right way to talk to Sean.

"I don't have much exposure to mining. I only have one in Canada that mines oil sands, and one in Colombia that mines coal. Although they are both mining, I know the difference is huge."

"Yes, even the mining methods of phosphate mines are different in different regions. Morocco and Western Sahara mine a kind of sand-like mine with very small particles." Henry nodded.

"I have a lot of industries under my name, and they are distributed in different industries, so I never and can't manage each of them." Sean looked at Henry and continued with a smile: "The phosphate mining industry in North Africa is I'm going to make a decision, it's no use when **** comes."

"Of course, in my opinion, the mining of phosphate mines in Morocco, including the Western Sahara, is still too rudimentary. The scale should be larger and the processing should be more refined. Although it is not suitable for research, it will not delay the expansion of production scale. Enriched product line.”

"However, I don't like management, and I don't have time to keep an eye on how the company operates. I only look at the results. Therefore, I need a manager, a smart manager who knows how to examine moderately and is bold!"

"I'm very good at trusting others." Sean leaned over slightly, stared at Henry, his mouth hung up, and said with a half-smile, "Now, I'm very optimistic about you, how about you, help me manage the related affairs here. industry."

"You can completely let go of your hands and feet, look farther, and be bolder. I'm never used to interfering with my subordinates."

"At present, the people who help me actually manage the company have never had any hands and feet on the table. They are all conscientious and conscientious, and the treatment I give them is absolutely satisfactory to them."

Henry was stunned, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he shouted wildly in his heart: Don't think that English is not my native language, so I can't hear you talking about a 'living person', that's because the hands and feet are all dead!

Henry has no doubts about whether Sean dares to do this.

Interestingly, the so-called professional ethics of professional managers are actually not high. If they have the opportunity, they definitely don't mind taking a bite from their own company.

Because this kind of behavior is in line with the professional attitude of a capital!

The mall is a primitive jungle, where the strong survive and the weak die, and there is absolutely no mercy.

However, even if these professional managers who do harm to the interests of the company are found, they will hardly be punished.

Whether at home or abroad, very few of them are brought to court. The reason is that professional managers know too much about the company's privacy.

When it comes to court, they dare to say anything in order to commute the sentence.

So in most cases it's a peaceful breakup.

Take a chestnut (emphasis added, I didn't say the starting point, don't associate it):

A senior executive took advantage of his position to steal in private... ahem, he made a lot of money and harmed the interests of the company and the author. In the end, this matter was discovered by the head office.

So, what to do at this time?

One: Sending people to court, but according to the law, even the highest penalty for piracy is very low, not a few dollars, and it cannot be closed for two years. In fact, the profit obtained by piracy cannot be effectively measured at all, and the money is basically abroad.

Therefore, the result of going to court is to accept a small fine and then let it go, and the company is panicked, which may cause a wave of resignation and cause a second blow to the company, and the actual executor is actually a manager, and the manager does not embarrass the manager. .

Two: Reconcile privately, then it is possible to get back some of the losses. Although some people in the company feel weak, the root cause of the company's losses is management loopholes.

Obviously, private settlements cause less damage, and the company's choice is self-evident.

Professional managers are not weak in the face of capital. Capital is like an emperor, and professional managers are ministers. The emperor knows that the minister is a traitor and knows he is not loyal, but the two sides still need to seek a tacit understanding.

So, why doesn't capital use illegal means to retaliate and give future generations a warning?

They have the money, the power, and the ability to do it.

Because they are not professional! !

No matter how rich 'Hook' is, he is also a clothing, shoe and hat maker. It is almost impossible to make a bad hand. How much hatred and hatred, they are unprofessional. Doing it yourself will leave loopholes, and outsourcing will leave a handle.

It's completely unnecessary, even the boss wouldn't do it, it has no practical effect except to vent his anger, because he doesn't dare to publicize it, it's courting death.

But what if the company happens to be a professional 'killer' company?

Different companies have different means of corruption and different ways of solving problems. This is called corporate culture!

The legendary killer company did not retire, the mercenary company did not retire...

Therefore, Henry absolutely believes that in the property under Sean's name, no living person dares to make small moves and embezzle Sean's money.

Absolutely not!

Not only did Henry believe it, but the 10 people from other companies who were listening to him also believed that what had happened just now, and they couldn't think of any way to restrain Sean.

The king of Morocco listens to Sean, especially Moroccan law...

Shit!

However, Henry never thought that he came to negotiate with Sean, but he never expected that Sean would poach him to manage the company.

This... Arabian Nights!

Being stared at by Sean's eyes, although there was no murderous intent, Henry still felt cold air on the soles of his feet and wanted to refuse, but he had to think about how to say this so that Sean would not suddenly turn his face and shoot him.

It's not good to go to a country like Africa where law and order are chaotic, and there is no place to justify it when you die.

Looking at Henry's appearance, Sean raised a finger and shook it, "Don't reject me, talk about it, what's the difficulty."

"I'm a shareholder of the company." Henry pursed his lips and smiled reluctantly.

"It's not a big problem." Sean said with a smile: "You have three options. First, sell the shares to me, and I will buy them at a 20% premium. Second, keep the company shares and resign. Third, I will buy your company and become a big company. shareholders or at least significant shareholders.”

"You choose." Sean raised his chin.

Henry: "..."

No, this is a cow pressing the head without drinking water!

"Our company's equity is very complicated, and part of it is in the hands of Louis Dreyfus. You know, after all, it is a fertilizer company, and it must have a relationship with an agricultural company."

"It doesn't matter, I am also a fertilizer, and I will definitely cooperate. This is part of my plan. You have work experience in multiple companies and are a good communication partner." Sean did not give the other party any room for rejection.

"My family is in France, you know, I don't want to be separated from my family."

"No one wants you to be separated, and the company reimburses you for your round-trip air tickets every week. Of course, your family can come over and the same reimbursement."

"I, the law and order in Morocco is really..."

"Don't worry." Sean waved his hand and said with a domineering face: "I will arrange two bodyguards for you, and the vehicle you travel will be hung with the flag of the umbrella. No one dares to touch the people of my company under Sean's name. Who dares to touch you? I don't care who he is."

With that said, Sean leaned over and said solemnly, "If you say kill his whole family, kill his whole family!"

"Work for me, what else do you have to worry about safety? I'm not a government of a country. I have to have scruples in doing things, personal grudges, and no one cares."

"Today, if you were negotiating on my behalf and sitting in my current position, think about how it would feel." Sean's words were full of bewitching flavors: "Let me tell you, in Africa, negotiating You don't need any skills, you just need to show the company's name, as long as it's not that kind of excessive requirements, and based on the concept of win-win, then no one can refuse you."

"No luck!"

hiss! ! !

Henry gasped.

"Let me tell you again, I have reached an agreement with ADM and Mosaic. I will exchange part of the equity with Mosaic. They will provide Morocco Phosphate with the best technology to support the company's development."

"Cargill is standing behind Legg Mason. As for Louis Dreyfus, I will talk to them after a while. I believe they will not reject my kindness." Sean said confidently.

Since the umbrella has stepped into the land of Africa, it must control a part of the voice.

At least, Sean has enough say in where the grains of Morocco and Western Sahara are imported.

Speaking of which, isn't there Thompson Alves.

Henry's face and expressions kept changing. Before he knew it, he was really persuaded. The key was that Sean's strength was too strong.

Several major food companies are actually very strong in the world, especially when facing small countries such as Africa, South America and the Middle East that cannot achieve food self-sufficiency.

A little bit of manipulation can cause huge fluctuations in domestic food prices in these countries.

These small countries don't want to hoard food to deal with the crisis. How much is produced each year and how much is consumed domestically? Several major grain companies have detailed data, and the export volume for you is absolutely accurate to tons!

Make sure to keep the neck stuck.

However, Henry suddenly discovered that these grain-related industry companies lost their advantage when facing Sean.

Of course, it is absolutely fine to leave France, and there must be scruples in the national umbrella with French military bases, but what about other countries?

Food bar?

Kill you with a blast!

However, if the cannons of the giant ships are combined with the food weapons... hiss! !

"Can I really get the Louis Dreyfus stock?" Henry looked up at Sean with burning eyes.

"As a matter of fact, I have all the stocks of your 12 companies, and it is currently held by a financial company on Wall Street, including Louis Dreyfus!" Sean's mouth raised a meaningful arc, "Since I have decided to do it, how can it be possible? Don't plan ahead in the financial market.”

hiss! !

Jordan Belfort: hetui, you're right.

"Then I have no problem, everyone can talk about it." Henry let out a long sigh. In his eyes, a dominant presence in a country's grain business was slowly taking shape.

"Me, what about us?" Someone next to him finally couldn't take it anymore and looked up and asked, let's all come to negotiate, what's the matter, are you talking about Henry's surrender and betrayal? !

French: I hate being teammates with French!

A group of French people cursed inwardly!

"You?" Sean squinted at a few people present.

"I'm Albert Fertilizer Company..."

"I'm Caesar Ore Selective Equipment Manufacturing Company..."

"I'm……"

After Sean listened to their introduction~www.mtlnovel.com~ Lorraine handed over a document, which marked several companies, brief information and current stock price and other information.

Sean glanced at it, thought about it, and said, "You are an equipment manufacturer. You only have some sales departments and machinery in stock here. I am not interested in this. I will send someone to receive it and return it to you. By the way, I have it. You have a lot of shares in your company, so you can be my representative at the shareholders' meeting, exercise your rights for me, and protect my interests, is there any problem?"

"Ah, me?" The man looked at Sean with a bewildered expression, and he didn't react at all. Is the company okay?

Do you have more rights?

God bless!

"Okay boss, don't worry, boss!" The man stood up suddenly, the joy on his face could not be hidden, and he smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

French: Bah, French!

Chapter end