The Mississippi River in the United States is the boundary between the east and west of the United States, and the world-famous western cowboy is the story of the original rich eastern crowd who began to venture towards the vast west with this river as the boundary. And the western cowboys were the vanguard of adventure at that time.

Therefore, many of the ancestors of many wealthy people in the West are descendants of the legendary cowboys who once were. For example, there are still descendants of these people in some large conglomerates.

Little Jack is a former cowboy fan of the West as a member of the California Consortium. They are deeply honored by the glory of their ancestors.

But in the face of the modern society of the world's great development, except for Africa. There isn't much land in this world for them to venture out and explore.

Thus the pioneering spirit of adventure in the land became the pioneering spirit of the business industry. It's just that the direction of the California consortium has clearly gone wrong in recent years.

First of all, the banking industry was blocked by the Morgan consortium, which controls the First Bank, and even the voting rights were taken away. Naturally, the arms business began to slump in its own territory. Little Jack's arms order was snatched away by the Eastern Consortium, which is just a microcosm of the decline of the entire consortium.

Therefore, in the consortium, the unlucky successor in recent years is not only him, but there are several more unlucky than him. After all, now he has at least a chance to turn the tables, and those people can only live in a mess with the pitiful relief money given by the family, and they have completely lost the qualification to snatch the inheritance.

However, he undoubtedly knows that his so-called comeback opportunity is tantamount to seeking the skin of the tiger, and he is not able to take the initiative at present. Therefore, whether it was for his own sake in the future, or if he wanted to be safer, he had to add an insurance policy to himself, so he found Castor, who had been very reluctant recently.

Casto was one of the losers of the consortium's loss of successors, having previously managed the consortium's oil business in the Middle East. Since the deterioration of the consortium on the side of the US headquarters, it is not only the financial and arms resources in their hands that have been robbed by the old consortiums in the east.

Some mineral resources and other valuable industries are also being squeezed. Among them, the oil industry of Middle Eastern consortia is also one of the resources that those old conglomerates grab.

So Casto became the scapegoat, a stake in the oil company that would have brought a significant annual income to the consortium. Because the consortium could not give more support, it could only watch it being continuously diluted by other competitors, and finally he, the former major shareholder, was swept away.

In fact, the consortium bears at least half of the responsibility for all this, but in the end, it is all on Castor's head. As a result, Casto, who was only 46 years old and in the prime of life, was forced to retire early and receive monthly benefits from the family foundation.

"Shout, isn't this our little Jack? I heard that you were going to be as unlucky as me, and suddenly you renewed your life because of investing in an IT company, it's a lucky guy. "In a dimly lit bar.

The **** on the stage took off his clothes one by one among the various whistles and vulgar curses in the audience, Casto was already half drunk, and there were a few nightclub girls with heavy makeup sitting next to him, trying to find a way to take out the last banknote in his pocket.

"Find a place to talk, I think you'll need some money. Little Jack looked at Casto with a frown.

At the same time, his eyes are a little complicated, it seems that if it weren't for the fact that his career has encountered a turning point, the current situation of Castor, who is waiting for death, is his own result.

"You're right, I need a sum of money, and the family's handout money is not enough for me to open a house a few times. Casto cocked his neck and poured a glass of wine.

Try to open your arms as much as you can, trying to hold all the six or seven nightclub girls in the booth in your arms. The price of nightclub girls is also high and low, and if all these women are taken away, the little family relief he receives every month is not enough.

Even the money was not enough for him to open the best bottle of wine in this nightclub, you must know that in the past, he drank those wines casually, and even slept with these women to make them take the ti to make enough money, and there was no need to pay for it at all.

After trying hard several times, Casto, who likes tall women, can't hold all six or seven women in his arms, so he can only touch them alone. It seems that he wants to get all the money he paid for the drink, and then staggers to follow Jack outside the nightclub.

The nightclub girls are very interesting, and they say flattering words and hope that Casto will come back tomorrow. But for little Jack, who was standing next to him, who was obviously richer, no one went up to tease.

Because the frowning little Jack knew at a glance that he was not here to play, and the tall and powerful bodyguards standing behind him made these nightclub girls shy away from Little Jack, and there was no obvious hint that they did not dare to step forward.

"Need a place to sober you up?" little Jack looked at Casto with a frown.

"The body is a little out of control, but the head is still clear. Castor, who was shaky and unsteady, pointed to his head.

Little Jack didn't talk nonsense and got into the car directly, and Casto followed him in the back row, and a smell of alcohol came to his face, which made him frown again.

But he didn't say anything more, patted the front seat of the seat closed, opened a window, and handed over a folder.

Little Jack slapped the result folder in Kerstor's arms, "Sign this document, you can receive $100,000 a month from me for living expenses in the future." ”

"Can you only get $100,000?" Casto didn't mean to look at the papers, and seemed a little proud that he could still be sold. After all, with a price of 100,000 a month, you can talk about Hollywood female stars. Not to mention $100,000 a month.

He doesn't think that his now down-and-out self can be worth as much as those female actors in Hollywood. After all, at least someone in the latter pays to sleep, and he has to pay for sleeping with a woman.

"Don't be too greedy, this money is not a small amount for you, at least not yet. Little Jack frowned.

"Yes, I didn't know I was worth so much before you came. But since you've found me, and not a few other unlucky ghosts, it's clear that I'm worth more than what you give. Casto shook the folder in his hand.

Although his face was flushed at this time, he was obviously still drunk, but his eyes were no longer drunk and very bright. With the well-trimmed mustache on his face even if he is decadent, and the obvious scar on his forehead. His whole person became different from the decadent drunk just now.

"My purpose is the inheritance of the consortium, so if this thing is done well, you can take care of some properties for me later. Little Jack looked at Casto and spoke.

To be honest, facing one of his biggest opponents about the inheritance of the consortium, his feelings are still quite complicated when he sees the now decadent Casto.

But complicated is complicated, he doesn't have the attributes of a virgin. That's why I came to Casto because this person does have real skills and is a talent in some business fields.

But this former opponent, the future identity positioning is a talent that can be used by himself. As for inheriting the inheritance of the consortium with him, this person will not have another chance in this life, at least he will not give the other party this opportunity.

"I'm not going to look at the documents, can I tell what it's about?" Casto shook the folder in his hand again.

It's like little Jack knows him, so he comes to him and makes an offer. For his former rival, Casto also understands the other party's character.

So after Little Jack said the words to help him take care of some of the industry in the future, Casto knew that this was all the benefits he could get, and no matter how much Little Jack would change decisively, he was not even eligible for $100,000 a month of living expenses.

Giving a job to a former competitor was trampled on the head in vain. Casto's heart is undoubtedly unacceptable, but the current situation has left him with no choice.

For example, if he still wants to live a stable life and let his children get higher education, he must accept these conditions of Little Jack.

Because once one's children are taken over by the family, then the children will become the tools of the family marriage in the future, which is an inescapable fate.

"There were some things about my previous inability to sign autographs and secret political contributions to those responsible. Little Jack said flatly.

"Let me take responsibility for the money you swallowed, it's no problem, anyway, I'm already a puddle of mud now, even if the consortium finds out, the most will kill me. But what does a secret political contribution mean?

The person you want to support is not the same person as the person supported by the consortium, so are you going to secretly do it yourself? Or do you think that the consortium can't tolerate you now and decide to go it alone, and you're not afraid that I will tell the truth? The reward of the consortium for such a big event will not be less. ”

"No matter how much you reward, you won't be able to get back the position of the heir to the consortium, unless you can get back the voting rights of the family financial bank, or you make Microsoft a cash cow for the consortium completely. More importantly......"

Little Jack leaned sideways and looked at Casto calmly, "Even if you punish me by the Whistleblower Consortium, I still have the ability to kill you and everyone involved with you." But you can't do anything with me. ”

Casto looked at Little Jack and the two looked at each other, and finally Casto reached out and rubbed his face vigorously, "You're right, I really can't do that, and you can kill me at any time." So...... Boss, what else do I need to do besides signing this paper?"

"Help me with some shady funds and serve as a liaison between which presidential candidate and me. If this candidate can win in the end, everything will naturally be my priority. If it fails......

"Understood, as an heir who was abandoned by the family. Wanting revenge for the complete loss of my future, I secretly contacted some enemies who did not deal with the consortium and obtained funds from them.

Not only did he clearly stand up for the presidential candidate and work against the consortium. He also helped those enemies deal with his own consortium, and he was a traitor who ate inside and out, right?

But our current president just started to be re-elected last year, and this term is not until 2009, are you sure you have to wait that long?"

"So the next thing you're going to do is to set the stage for this, like making some of the members of the House of Representatives and even the Senate our people. ”

"It's a big deal. Casto whistled.

"Rest assured, someone will pay for it, and you'll get some unexpected help. ”