Chapter 149 Fat House Happy Water
"But it was obviously you who was on top!" Edith Rockefeller, who was holding the handle under the quilt, smiled evilly, "You obviously didn't resist, but you acted like an ascetic before. It's really annoying that you didn't mean what you said."
"That's why you let me carry this burden!" Sheffield said, exposing his upper body. It was too late to say anything now. After all, something had happened between him and this married woman. Although it was not a disadvantage for him as a man, and Edith Rockefeller's reputation was definitely not as good as his, he still felt awkward no matter how he thought about it.
"Why are you carrying a heavy burden? You are the one pressing me down!" Edith Rockefeller said in a very dissatisfied voice. "Yes, I am uncomfortable with your pretentious look. It turns out that you are just like a piece of paper that will break if you poke it. You are almost torn apart by me, like a calf."
Sheffield didn't believe this. Edith Rockefeller was not that type. She was clearly a wild horse, but now she was pretending to be a deer.
Sheffield hadn't had time to recall the stories of last night, but he had to take a bath first. Thinking of this, he stood up and staggered into the bathroom, followed by Edith Rockefeller. This bath... took quite a long time...
"I ask you, what were you doing yesterday!" Sheffield looked at John Connor with a bad face. Unless the other party gave a reason that he was saving the world and fighting against Skynet, this matter would not be over at all.
"Yesterday, I took people to the train station to check the steel and machinery sent to Texas. Boss, here are the reports. I guarantee everything is fine!" John Connor, holding a cup, looked innocent. He really didn't know why the boss looked unhappy today. It seemed that he didn't sleep well all night. "Boss, did you not get enough rest?"
"No, I had a very good rest last night!" Sheffield was silent for a moment after taking the report, and chose to tell the truth without dwelling on the question of whether he had a good rest or not.
John Connor nodded, then recounted yesterday's work, and finally said, "I called here yesterday and was told that I might not be back until today. Miss Edith answered the phone."
Sheffield paused slightly while looking through the report, but immediately returned to normal. It turned out that the root cause was here. It is said that sometimes it is better to bring Yang Ji with you than a group of bodyguards. At least in the situation yesterday, Yang Ji could at least call out twice.
Mr. Savior didn't know yet that in Sheffield's eyes, his role had been ranked behind that of a dog. He raised a hand holding a cup and took a sip of the drink inside.
Sheffield took a quick look and asked, "What's that in your hand?"
"Boss, I bought some Coca-Cola from outside. I heard that this drink can fight fatigue and improve the body's immunity. So I bought a cup to try!" John Connor told everything he knew. He always felt that his boss seemed a little strange today, but he couldn't tell what was strange.
It turned out to be the fat house happy water, one of the culprits of the obesity rate in the United States in the future. Sheffield smiled and wanted to pass by, but suddenly his face became strange. Coca-Cola? Coca-Cola is still in its infancy?
"Is this Coca-Cola you mentioned delicious?" Sheffield asked curiously, with his hands on the table.
"It's not a question of whether it tastes good or not. It's really rare. I heard that it can improve physical fitness and make people sharper and more alert!" John Connor couldn't find any adjectives. Anyway, that's what everyone else said.
Improve physical fitness? Adding fat is more like adding weight, which has contributed to the United States' obesity rate being among the highest in the world. Anyone who comes to the United States can feel that it is worthy of being a beacon of capitalism, and the symbols of developed countries can be seen everywhere. It has even caused fat people to become politically correct in the United States, just like black people. You can't say someone has a bad figure to their face.
Sheffield was disdainful in his heart. Even if Coke did not have the many shortcomings that were rumored, one thing was certain: no beverage with any formula could be consumed as a meal, otherwise something would definitely go wrong.
The boss never thought that Coke had any special advantages, but John Connor was not lying. This was how Coke was advertised in the late 19th century. This was an era of fake medicine. Countless poor people needed cheap and good panaceas that could cure all diseases. Even the rich needed those medicines that claimed to cure headaches and neurasthenia. People were fascinated by all kinds of wonderful health drinks. They took them as thirst-quenching drinks in summer and took them as medicine when they were sick.
During the Gilded Age, when the economy was growing rapidly, there were many serious problems in the country. In such an era full of swindlers and businessmen, a group of people successfully created their golden years by relying on "secret medicine" and collected IQ taxes from the majority of citizens of the United States.
At some point in the future, this kind of advertisement was everywhere in the Republic, Melatonin, Golden Partner! Various useless health products, countless scammers became millionaires in the era. Like Coca-Cola, the magical effects of this kind of medicine are of course exaggerated.
However, the founders of these beverages do not think so, they really believe that their beverages have this effect, such as the founder of Coca-Cola.
At lunch, Sheffield had two glasses of fat house happy water in front of him, which he asked people to buy and taste. He held a fork in one hand and the Coca-Cola information sent from the Farmers and Livestock Association in the other.
Like any successful businessman who started out in this era, the founder of Coca-Cola also used conspiracy and calculation to betray his partners when developing his business. Because of cancer and drug addiction in his later years, the founder Pemberton sold his shares everywhere, while his business partners did not even have any shares.
Obviously, Pemberton could only cheat his own partners. This was the difference between him and Rockefeller. Rockefeller wiped out thousands of oil workshops in one fell swoop. This was the difference in the pattern.
In Sheffield's eyes, Pemberton's move was like a small liar encountering a big liar. It was understandable that he sold his shares early in order to cure cancer, but even after a hundred years, cancer could not be cured by drugs and could only be controlled.
However, the founder sold his shares at a too low price, and he only made a small profit after selling his partners. From then on, Coca-Cola had nothing to do with him.
Eight years ago, Pemberton applied for a registered trademark patent for Coca-Cola to ensure that he had legal say. The patent was approved, and a week later he sold two-thirds of the shares to Willis Winner and George Laudis for $1,200.
Two years later, businessman Candler spent a total of $2,300 to buy all the ownership of Coca-Cola. From then on, Coca-Cola had nothing to do with its founder Pemberton.
After eating the last piece of meat and drinking the fat man's happy water, Sheffield put down the information sent by the Farmers and Livestock Association, thought for a moment and said, "I want to acquire Coca-Cola Company. What do you think?"
"This small company? What's so special about it? Now, not to mention the United States, even in Chicago there are all kinds of drinks everywhere. It's easy for you to register a new drink name." Edith Rockefeller put down her knife and fork, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and said calmly, "There is absolutely no need to do this."
Edith Rockefeller was actually right. Coca-Cola-like drinks are everywhere in the United States. Coca-Cola is not a very famous drink. Other drinks have similar advertisements and banners, claiming to cure all diseases, improve immunity, and refresh the mind. At least she, the Standard Oil Princess, did not see what was so different about Coca-Cola.
"It doesn't matter if the name is nice, I want to buy it anyway!" Sheffield glared and said unreasonably.
"You!" Edith Rockefeller stood up suddenly, looked at Sheffield coldly, and left the table. "I'll call the evaluation manager to come over. Don't let anyone fool you."
My father is far-sighted. He has to eat hard even if he has nothing to lose! Sheffield stood up with a proud expression. Now that everything that was supposed to happen had happened, it was time to determine who had the final say.
He felt that the current owner of the Fat House Happy Water could not fully tap the potential of this beverage. Compared with the current owner, Candler, Sheffield currently had the following advantages: first, his money ability was better than the other party's money ability. Secondly, his connections were better than the other party's connections. Finally, his starting point was better than the other party's.
Simply put, Sheffield is richer, more powerful, and more prestigious than the other party, and has a more international vision. The ownership of this beverage should belong to it.
"John, check Candler's background, family members and address, personal interests and hobbies, what his son and daughter like, how old they are and where they go to school. It is necessary to understand them so that you can have more common ground when you meet." Sheffield called John Connor over and assigned him a task that was much simpler than fighting Skynet. He said meaningfully, "As a law-abiding businessman, we are also a big company. We should always use courtesy before force."
"Boss, give me a week, and I will make sure that all the information about this person appears in front of you." John Connor immediately promised, "I may not be in the villa these few days, do you want to arrange for someone else to protect your safety?"
"That's not necessary. This is Edith's villa. If we keep saying this, it seems like we are on guard against her. As guests living here, we should not always cause trouble for the host." Sheffield smiled bitterly, "This woman always calls me a coward. It seems that I am a little too defensive."
His thousand-day anti-thief journey had already failed yesterday, so what else was there to guard against? Filming a movie? The return of the king?
I am so hardworking!
(End of this chapter)
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