American Fortune Life

On the banks of the river in Kerala, India, in a vacation cabin surrounded by coconut groves, two foreigners wore beach shorts with muscular, sunglasses and relaxed beach chairs lying on a wooden deck with river breezes and sunbathing.

Knock, knock, knock.

The house heard a rapid ascent, two people lying on a beach chair, alert and upright, looking through an open wooden window towards the house.

“Martin, the drunkard, the eagle's nest sent a letter... ”

Two people in the sun, get up from the loungers immediately, walk into the house, look at their captain, and wait for the mission order.

“Sit down and say it.” Yurika, nicknamed Wolf King, reached out to the next two players and took a few sips of mineral water from the table before taking a picture out of his pocket.

The people in the picture, Martin and the drunkard, are not strangers, Sandalara River, a typical, slightly dirty, white-haired Indian old man, who has always wondered why the other person is like a beggar, not short of money.

“The Eagle's Nest's orders were to keep the gentleman silent and to clear up the uncertainties of the task ahead.” Yurika smiled slightly on her face, stretching out her fingers and lighting twice on the photo.

“Anything else?” Martin and the drunkard looked at each other, confirming their questioning.

“Can't get the attention of the locals, Martin. You're in charge. Create an accident.” Yurika nodded and ordered directly.

“yessir!”

The Sandalara River, a devout Hindu from the late July, was an intelligence official from the 1960s to the 1980s who, after retirement, accompanied his blind father to live near the Temple of Padmanabashwamy. For more than two decades, he persisted in walking into the temple prayer at 2.30 a.m. every day for eight hours.

On this day, as usual, he finished his prayers at 10: 30 a.m., came out of years of neglect, some shattered temples, returned along the bustling 'bustling’ neighborhoods, which seemed dirty to foreigners, and the commercial streets were filled with street shops, vendors everywhere, stepped on muddy streets, and greeted by friendly and knowledgeable traders from the Sandalara River.

Buzz, buzz, buzz--

At this point, the throttle of the motorcycle roared at the end of the street, and the people on the street fled to both sides in horror. As people looked curiously at the source of the sound, a bright motorcycle held on to a man with a black helmet wanting to cross the street without hesitation.

“Help... ”

A pair of foreign men and women are chasing after each other, shouting out in the hope that the people around them will help them stop the car robbery.

Just raw laziness, lack of perseverance on many things, love greed and cheap, but also have a strong national pride of obsession, the three of you, to say to make something funny, they are very good, courageous? Cough, forget it, the best thing they can do when they run into a robbery is lie on the ground and pretend to die...

The motorcycle crazed forward, crashing into two inescapable passers-by, causing the motorcycle to change direction somewhat, and the robber with the helmet still fueled the throttle, regardless of the forward rush.

Boom!

The motorcycle ran directly into the Sandalara River, pressing it from the old man, screaming and stopping. The motorcycle tires rolled up the mud on the street and rushed to the end of the neighborhood, turning a corner without slowing down, fleeing to a distance, leaving a place of wondrous and moaning, and two foreigners yelling.

In the scene of the heinous Xing car robbery, which hit several people downtown, the policemen watched the British couple shouting silently and demanded that they must quickly recover the items they had been robbed.

The police officer in charge watched his men enthralled by the British tourists, some helplessly shook their heads, walked to the side of the body covered with white cloth, lifted a corner, saw some deformed face pressed, nauseous almost threw up, rushed to cover white cloth, asked the side of the men about the identity of the dead.

“The deceased, named Sandalara River, lived nearby, and just after returning from prayer, he ran into a robber who ran away from the Kung Wang... ”

“That's bad luck... Let's get them out of here!” Third Officer covered his nose, some nasty waved his hands and said. “This fuckin 'bastard is so rampant... ”

A 160-cm tall Ghorka tourist standing not far away saw the whole process with a curious eye and turned away after confirming the death of the elderly.

Montana, USA.

Freedom Eagle headquarters, Joseph hung up, stood up, walked up to the white display board next to him, took a picture of the Sandala La River from a number of line-linked photos, ripped it off, and threw it in a trash can beside him.

With a slight gaze, he looked at the enlarged 7-story, 30-metre high temple building in the middle and fell into contemplation. A message from Kerala states that the temple had an underground passage connected to the sea, according to local rumors. Once opened, it will provoke the wrath of God, and the sea will pour in and submerge the city.

Not to mention a piece of news from the 1930s that in 1908 someone tried to open the secret chamber of the temple and was scared away by a bunch of cobras. Plenty of cobras, who have guarded the Chamber for centuries, are always ready to attack those who try to get in. Not to mention the curse, the rumors of disaster, and countless...

But Joseph wouldn't believe this bullshit, and these legends would be all over modern technology, but hundreds of years of confined space, where harmful substances cannot be ruled out, and where oxygen is insufficient, it's even more nonsense to connect to the ocean, but not necessarily to the inland rivers next to it.

And Andy Smith, who was videoconferencing with his think tank at the moment, didn't know that his hawk dogs had done the clearing job, and, of course, he didn't want to know, and he didn't need to know, after all, that it was all negative energy.

“I will take a few days to fly to Paris once, to negotiate secretly with Vivandi, preferably privately, but then we will have to pay Vivandi cash, will this cause trouble for my follow-up plan? ”

Andy looked at Alvitelli and frowned and asked, "Before Vivendi CEO made Renault's communication very smooth, Andy answered the phone call with great pleasure, and threw in the Peach Gazette to make Renault willing to negotiate confidentially with Andy about the 20% stake in NBC Global without harming the interests of the company's shareholders, yes, bypassing General Electric, only the two of them negotiate a deal.

From the beginning, Andy didn't want him to continue to let General Electric constrain him within the group after the merger and acquisition of NBC Worldwide. What he wanted was absolute dominance. General Electric wanted to keep the equity gap between the two sides between 5% - 10%, and then only one less board seat than Andy's. How is that possible!

NBC Global Management is appointed by General Electric, and if Andy can't take an absolute advantage and take full control of personnel rights, it will undoubtedly be a fool to be overhead as a mascot, unless Andy is crazy.

General Electric thinks so beautifully!

This is also the main reason why Andy wants to jump directly over each other, to have a dark hand, Yin Die General Electric, which has completely caused his disgust, everything good is it, everything cheap wants to take...

Andy's breath is still holding. Although it's a little boring, Andy can't burst out until the merger is successful. This breath is meant to come out. In the end, he will teach the greedy guys how to be human!

“Twenty percent of the shares, about five billion dollars, boss, I'm afraid you'll need to borrow again, and we have plenty of money, but every single one has a place, and part of it is to meet the cash payment requirements for the acquisition of NBC Global, General Electric, which can be withdrawn, but will result in some loss of revenue, and I'm sure you won't choose either. ”

And when he heard Al, Andy nodded, of course, and he wouldn't lose each other, and he said, “Wouldn't Intake Bank be able to take that money now? ”

“Oh, and the fact that the Treasury has just invested $2 billion in Intake Bank should be no big deal.” Al laughed.

“Then borrow your own bank, when the merger and acquisition is completed, and then carry out the transfer, huh?” Andy laughs a little shady, but he has to teach some greedy guys a hard lesson.