[Chapter 681: Tycoons Make Friends Easily]
If Filson had known what his boss was thinking, he would have definitely been taken aback. Cough, can we please have so principles here?
Well, even though he knew that his boss rarely cared for principles, and that in this boss's eyes, his bottom line seed worthless.
The titans of Wall Street were really all like this. What confused Filson was his boss's age.
Yes, if William White had been in his sixties now, it would have been nothing unusual; that kind of behavior would have fit right in. But, co on, you're only in your thirties! What would happen thirty years from now? Who on earth would stand a chance against you?
Soros? Alright, it seed tough, but even with the Federal Reserve backing him, in a fair ga, he wouldn't even be on the sa level. If the ga was rigged, well, you'd be in for a rough ti.
What were security firms? Essentially, they were rcenaries. Know what this is called? It ans being a thug with skills, and no one could stop you.
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William White's Air Force One landed at Kuwait Airport. Despite being just a businessman, the welcoming party was extrely extravagant.
What? You said Arica had suspicious dealings with Kuwait? Cough, that's a bit strong; a more tactful way to put it would be that your country was too weak to avoid being bullied.
William White was a far more likable person than that bunch of CIA thugs. Sure, he had his interests, but he wouldn't go overboard.
When William White extended an olive branch, Kuwait naturally accepted. The tycoon's influence extended well beyond Arica. The largest news dia in the world wasn't sothing to be trifled with.
Witness how badly Gaddafi had been torn apart? That was the result of crossing this guy.
"Your Highness, thank you very much for coming to greet . The occasion seems a bit grand; I'm a bit unaccustod to it."
"Ha ha, it's nothing my friend. Thank you for all you've done; we won't forget the help of friends."
After the pleasantries, a large convoy of bulletproof Bentleys sped towards the city. Don't be surprised; this kind of Bentley SUV was basically standard for tycoons.
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"Visiting Kuwait? David, are you joking? He's just a businessman; can the term 'visit' be used so loosely?"
"Minister, the reception level is very high. If a U.S. minister were to visit, there wouldn't be such a reception."
"Tsk, looks like we've got trouble here. If this guy starts changing his stance, we will be in deep trouble."
"Minister, we have a rough idea of his itinerary. Apart from Iraq, he has basically taken care of all our enemies."
"Ha ha, what does that count for? A warning?"
"That's probably what it ans. If we don't express a stance soon, there may be further action."
"Find out what he wants. Money? He could bury himself with his money."
"Minister, I think he wants company information. According to our intelligence analysts, William White is extrely insecure. Judging by his previous actions, it seems he wants to eliminate that bunch of guys."
"That's impossible. Those guys are all lunatics. If things go south, we'd offend both sides."
So people are like that; now that they realize trouble is brewing, they wish they had thought it through better when making decisions earlier.
That's right; William White was demanding an explanation. If you didn't give him one, well, let's wait and see.
For many things, William White didn't need to show his face directly.
This year was an election year for the Aricans, and things didn't look too optimistic for George Bush Sr. If the Republicans lost this ti, the lives of the Jewish community wouldn't be easy.
Handling relations with the Jewish community in the U.S. was actually quite challenging. In the absence of special circumstances, the Republicans generally had a good relationship with them. This was understandable; as representatives of capitalism, they naturally wouldn't care much for your religious beliefs.
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"Rest assured, Tanner, they're mad, or sothing's wrong with my hearing. Help find out what offense I have committed. Now, tell them their guarantees are worthless without a tycoon as a friend."
"Understood, master. I got it."
Tanner understood very well that his master was genuinely angry. After trying every effort to guard their interests, they still hadn't woken up to their own mortality. If it weren't for considering the Bush family ties, they would have turned hostile long ago.
Furthermore, you, a minister, were saying sothing about guarantees? Ha ha, buddy, who are you to matter?
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"Minister, the other side refused. The tone sounded very dissatisfied."
"This is going to be trouble. Sigh, escalate it; this is beyond my authority. By the way, who has a good relationship with him?"
Cough, Minister, the Bush family is on good terms with him.
"Hmm, then he's a loyal Republican. Why didn't my reports note this?"
"No, he isn't a loyal Republican. To be precise, he only recognizes George W. Bush. This is practically an open secret in Washington."
"Tsk, this is indeed troubling. If Bush doesn't win reelection this ti, this guy could completely swing to the Democrats."
William White's hint had been very clear: don't ss with . Whoever stepped on your toes, buddy would support them. As for those Jewish Senators, their competitors were in for a treat; he would make sure of that.
So said that getting involved in matters in the U.S. wouldn't really affect one's relationship with them, would it?
Ha ha, that wasn't it at all. Maintaining a good relationship with Arica was a very important tric. If you couldn't manage this well, talking more wouldn't help at all.
Without Arican support, in an environnt surrounded by wolves, how long could you possibly survive?
During those previous turnovers, if it weren't for Arican backing, the Soviets would have never won. When the desert tycoon announced rising oil prices, Europe had already abandoned them. In the end, it was still the Aricans who intervened.
Now so were telling them that their foundation in the U.S. wasn't as solid as they thought. If you were capable, give it another shot.
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"William, are you really planning to beco an oil tycoon?"
"Geez, George, why is it always you? Do you have any idea how overwheld I am?"
"Wow, how did you guess?"
"Sigh, I'll tell you this; a group of guys intends to deal with , and I ended up taking over their base. The ones placing orders are what you call the company organization. My request is pretty simple. I won't care about the ones placing the orders; I just want that company organization to hand over the information. Is that a too excessive request?"
"Wow, I'm not managing that. I thought for a bit of money, you wouldn't go that far."
"Of course not. You think I'm keeping my girls and kids in Texas for fun?"
"Got it, there definitely needs to be accountability. This absolutely cannot be tolerated. And by the way, the stuff in Los Angeles wasn't a job of theirs?"
"I don't know; there's certainly sothing fishy going on. The problem is, I didn't take over their base; only so minor roles."
"Understood. This matter, he not only needs to explain to you. My dad has recently taken quite a hit."
"George, at my level, I don't really care about the obvious rivals. Temporary wins and losses don't determine much. The rats hiding in the sewers causing trouble have to be flushed out."
"Mm, I know what to say now."
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