Chapter 530 Mediator Morgan
"The prosecution by the Department of Justice is completely groundless. We must point out that DuPont has not been involved in unfair competition and has received a lot of sympathy from the media." DuPont's lawyer said, "On the contrary, this well-known company has recently been subjected to a lot of unfair treatment, both openly and secretly..."
After a long yawn, Sheffield put his arm around Sato Kyoko's shoulders and whispered, "I didn't expect the DuPont family to be able to find gold in shit. I'm so sorry."
It is not easy to find some public support for our company amidst the overwhelming public criticism, even if it means using rhetoric to conduct public opinion polls. It is no exaggeration to say that it is panning for gold in shit.
However, a lawyer must have the basic quality of being able to lie with open eyes. The DuPont family's defense lawyer was an old hand as soon as he opened his mouth, and his professional qualities were absolutely solid.
Whispering with the companion he brought with him was out of tune with the sacred atmosphere at the time. This scene fell into Pierre Dupont's eyes again, which made him very angry. The slave owner was also very angry. You are now facing prosecution by the Ministry of Justice. Why do you always look at me? Can you see if I can solve the problem? Of course, you can't solve it without looking, but at least you can show some attitude.
Otherwise, how could the DuPont family be in crisis now? Just this attitude problem alone has already shown signs of contempt of court. If it were a country in the Soviet system, if the attitude was not good enough, it would definitely be treated severely and quickly. Although the United States is not so particular, it is easy to leave a bad impression on the judge.
Pierre Dupont did not cause trouble for Sheffield on the spot, which was considered very cultured. He knew clearly where the source of the trouble was. The other party even came to the Supreme Court to watch the fun. This was intolerable.
The scene just now in front of the Supreme Court has explained everything. This lawsuit was a trap that the other party had prepared long ago. Even Konstantinovich, who appeared on behalf of the Ministry of Justice, was an old acquaintance of the other party.
After being peeped at for who knows how many times, Sheffield directly hugged Sato Kyoko's neck, and when Pierre Dupont was doing the bricks, he kissed the girl's red lips on his face, trembled his eyebrows, and pointed his finger at Konstantinovich's position, looking provocative.
What can you do to me? Sheffield looked at him provocatively. In terms of political environment, the Democratic Party is now in power. In terms of corporate size, the strength of the United Company is far superior to that of the DuPont Consortium.
Generally speaking, if two political forces are in conflict, and the conflict is directly provoked by one of them, then when choosing a mediator, the person who usually stands up to mediate should be someone with enough weight in the so-called middle faction.
Coincidentally, the United States is not a multi-party country, but a two-party country in reality. In a two-party country in reality, it is common sense that there is no strong core force. It is very common for the left to become more left and the right to become more right.
America has its own national conditions. There is no powerful middleman who can mediate the conflict between the two companies. It has been destined to happen since a long time ago, but it is not certain who will sit in the dock.
To be objective, Sheffield, standing from a neutral perspective, must have felt that Annabell was making a fuss about nothing. Bullets don't have eyes on the battlefield, so how could they know who your husband is?
But who can be objective in the face of two hundred tons of gold? Even if the old Buddha asked him to get rid of the current president, the excellent and obedient successor would do it without reservation.
Facing the righteous assistant attorney general, the DuPont family's defense lawyer inevitably fell into a disadvantage. This was all within Sheffield's expectations. From the contrast between Pierre DuPont's furrowed brow and smooth forehead, it was clear that Pierre DuPont, who had seen many storms, found the situation very difficult to handle.
After presenting the documents and witnesses from the Delaware State Congress, the matter basically became a formality, except that no verdict was announced in court. After the nine judges gave the hammer, the defense and defense parties and many spectators walked out of the court. Sheffield and Konstantinovich walked side by side and asked with a relaxed look, "How confident do you feel?"
"Basically, the DuPont consortium has been dismantled for sure. We will investigate the previous lawsuit filed by the Delaware court against the consortium. We have confirmed that the court was manipulated. The verdict will naturally not stand. The matter is not over yet. A group of civil servants involved in corruption will also be arrested and sentenced." Konstantinovich replied softly, "Are you happy now?"
"It's really shocking that the civil servants who are supposed to maintain the government's authority are like this." Sheffield commented indifferently, and then changed the subject and suggested, "In fact, for these civil servants who are deeply rooted in the local states, they should be detained in other places, otherwise there may be problems."
"Just tell me what you want to say. You're not a lawyer like Carter, so why do you always leave things unsaid?" Konstantinovich cursed with a smile, "Do we still have to do this?"
"Just find a prison in any southern state and ask them anything." Sheffield said directly without beating around the bush, "Unless they are dead, there is nothing that cannot be opened."
Of course, we cannot just let the unfair treatment that United received from the Delaware Legislature and the courts go. And Delaware is a Republican state, so why should we be so polite? It is time to uphold justice today.
"Don't mess around!" Konstantinovich frowned slightly and reminded, "The Federation can't be too casual about this."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything rash before I get the verdict. You know me. What I value most is the rule of law. By the way, DuPont has never been a clean company, so you have to be careful." In the blink of an eye, the two men arrived at the door of the Supreme Court and parted ways as if people of the same sex repel each other.
Sheffield was still one of the people in the spectator gallery, while Konstantinovich had to deal with reporters waiting outside.
"We sued DuPont not to block business, but to use the legal system to constrain the behavior of some large companies. Moreover, this is no longer a business matter. I hope that the rights agencies of each state will remember that it is the voters who gave you the rights." Konstantinovich spoke eloquently in front of countless reporters and flash cameras.
Sheffield got on the car on the other side and nodded to the driver, and the convoy set off back to the hotel where they were staying temporarily.
"I've even started thinking about buying a piece of land and building a hotel so I don't have to keep looking for a place to stay when I come to Washington." Sheffield returned to his room, took off his top hat and threw it away. He said with a smile, "The key is that there are too many people accompanying me every time I go out. In the long run, it's not cost-effective."
According to the time required for the procedure, Sheffield may have to stay here for a while, which made me feel this way.
After a while, Sato Kyoko opened the door with coffee in her hand, handed it over and said, "The waiter downstairs is a good person with a really good attitude."
"That's what she should do. It's not a good thing or a bad thing." Sheffield used his fingertips to measure the temperature, glanced at Sato Kyoko and sighed, "You Orientals are too naive when it comes to people. There are no good and bad people. It's like the Japanese government saying that the Russo-Japanese War was a conspiracy of white people, and that the threat of yellow people in Europe and the United States has a market. The specific situation needs to be analyzed specifically. How can we make a wishful generalization?"
If a foreigner says a few nice words to you, you are pro-China? If a foreigner just ignores you, you are anti-China? If there is a country where all its citizens worship another country, it is not a country, but a lackey.
Normal people are inherently xenophobic, and it is normal for them to have more negatives than positives towards other countries. People in the later Republic of China like this very much. They are wishful thinking that everyone in the so-called pro-China countries, men, women, old and young, is pro-China. How is this possible? First, we need to figure out those bastards who use traditional Chinese characters, and then talk about other countries.
"If you follow me, will anyone dare to do anything to you? No way!" Sheffield sipped his coffee and smacked his lips. The taste was a bit ordinary. He came out temporarily to watch the fun, so it was good enough to have it. He couldn't be too picky.
On the fifth day of the Supreme Court hearing, Morgan Jr. suddenly showed up at the hotel where Sheffield was staying, which frightened the slave owner. Why did he come at this time? Would he think he had the face to ask Sheffield to stop?
"I thought you would choose the place where John and I lived last time." Little Morgan said with a look of "you're making it easy for me to find you." "How are you? Are you very happy these days?"
"It's not safe to live in one place all the time, so you should change places frequently." Sheffield tried to figure out the other party's intention and motioned for him to sit down. He waited until Morgan sat down before speaking, "Don't tell me that Morgan Bank is fine recently, so you're traveling and you came to Washington specifically? You can fool those stock investors, but don't try to fool me with this rhetoric."
"I dare not fool a family that is seeking blood revenge!" Little Morgan curled his lips. "Coleman DuPont asked me to be the middleman. What exactly do you want to achieve? Do you want the DuPont family to be destroyed? Or do you want them to withdraw from a certain field? No one can estimate your purpose now. This is very scary, you know? If you want to carry out Mrs. Anna's idea of revenge, then I will leave now. I dare not stop you."
Sheffield held his head with his hand and said lazily, "Middleman? Coleman DuPont would find one, and the price is high, right? Are you willing to take risks for your friends? Tell me yourself, are you qualified as a banker? You can't even stand it yourself!"
"It's a bit inconsistent with my style, I just gave it a try!" Little Morgan said helplessly.
(End of this chapter)
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