Chapter 91 Partners
"Just tell me the truth, whether it looks good or not!" Sheffield avoided Edith Rockefeller's questioning and stammered, "Which man doesn't want to see his woman dressed like this?"
"It's all leaking out, how can it not look good? Such a small piece of cloth has been exposed, and it can't be blocked at all." Edith Rockefeller took a look at the small piece of cloth drawn on the paper and said with a flushed face.
Is it not enough to just shave clean? It seems that women in Europe and the United States at this time are not like those in later generations. They are similar to the Confucianists who believe that their bodies and hair are given by their parents. Thinking of this, Sheffield feels that the prospects for razors are very broad.
"What are you thinking about?" Edith Rockefeller's eyes widened when she saw Sheffield's ghostly smile. Thinking of the current occasion, her two long legs involuntarily came together. She no longer used a condescending tone, and her voice became weaker.
"Thinking about business!" Sheffield turned around very naturally, adjusted his body position that was a little higher than his pants, and tapped the table with his fingers to divert attention. "The prospects are very optimistic. You also know that many people in the United States have an unrealistic obsession with Europe, and the richer the people, the more such people there are. Although I look down on such people, I will not look down on their property. With your status, you can easily open up the market. What I mean is that I must have a share in this. I don't mind making little money. A mosquito is still meat, no matter how small it is."
Edith Rockefeller said jokingly, "Yes, you said that you don't do anything that doesn't make money, and you do everything that makes money. Of course, you don't mind if you make too little money, and you even make money from women."
"That's right, it's easy to make money from women!" Sheffield straightened his back. The CEO of the largest shopping platform in the Republic once said that the platform was supported by women. Of course, he may have forgotten that he once said that Penguin's entire life was in the game.
"You use my connections as Rockefeller's daughter to promote your business. Even if it's business, you want me to take the lion's share!" Edith Rockefeller raised her head slightly and insisted, wanting to get enough benefits.
"I'm sorry, I have a design patent! The new patent law has just been passed. Even if you are a Rockefeller, you can't do this!" Sheffield disagreed with the other party's idea and shook his head, saying, "We are all law-abiding citizens. You have no reason to do this."
"You want me to work so hard for you in vain? Would I ever fall to this point?" Edith Rockefeller sneered.
"You're saying that as if I'm bullying you. Who doesn't know the strength of Standard Oil?" Sheffield smiled and frowned, "So, I'll take a symbolic majority of the shares, 51, and you 49. This is already fair, and it's because of our cooperation with Standard Oil. If it were anyone else, don't even think about it."
"Then I'll invest one million!" Edith Rockefeller thought for a moment and gave her own offer.
"It doesn't cost that much. I know you're rich! It's really eye-opening for a farmer like me!" Sheffield grinned. Doesn't this lady have any idea of money? Doesn't she know that workers' wages are less than 30 dollars now? If this gets out, it will easily intensify the conflict between the rich and the poor.
If he hadn't gone out to refresh himself, Sheffield would have thought he was not in the United States in the late 19th century when he heard Edith Rockefeller's words. Such a light-asset industry would not need a million dollars in 1895. One hundred thousand dollars was enough, and there was no need to add too much if it was not enough.
The two discussed about jointly setting up a clothing company. It happened that Sheffield was in one of his own nests, so he directly called in professionals and carried out the operation seriously.
The lawyer who came in glanced at the manuscript on the table and naturally saw the abstract composition on it. He instantly recalled countless details of what happened in the office and had already equated the two people with adulterers. He quickly looked at his nose, mouth and heart, pretending to know nothing, and nodded with admiration from time to time.
He was a native of Chicago, so he naturally knew Edith Rockefeller's identity. He could not interfere in such family feuds among the rich and powerful, and he didn't even dare to reveal a word. Otherwise, if either side came out to cause trouble, he would be in trouble.
This was the longest day in his legal career. He had to pretend to know nothing, yet maintain his professionalism and help his clients solve practical problems, as well as the different situations and characteristics of each state, as well as various factors. He was sweating after only a short while.
"Basically there's no problem. One hundred thousand dollars from you and me will be enough to get it done!" Sheffield said with satisfaction.
The lawyer, who had already turned around, almost lost his footing. He felt deeply the class gap at this moment. Of course, he didn't hear what Sheffield said about Edith Rockefeller, but in his eyes, this son of a wealthy family also had no concept of money and was only slightly better than the First Lady of Chicago.
"That's the best, it's just a small amount of money!" After listening to Edith Rockefeller's words, the lawyer closed the door and sighed, touching his sparse head and lamenting the unfairness of fate. Why do I have to lose my hair when I am so handsome, and you are so ugly, but you don't lose your hair! Why is my father not Rockefeller?
"Davis, what's wrong with you? Why are you so distraught after going in?" John Connor happened to see the lawyer of the Farmers and Stockmen Association holding a telegram, and asked in a strange tone, "Did you want to say something flattering, but failed?"
"You're such a joker!" Davis forced a laugh and said, "I just feel that my expertise is still a little lacking. I can't provide better services to our valued customers. I should learn more."
"That's right. Master William can even speak the rare Chinese language and understand Slavic. He graduated from college at the age of sixteen with a double bachelor's degree. We really shouldn't be too complacent in front of him. Some of what he said is incomprehensible to us who follow him every day!" John Connor patted Davis on the shoulder like a savior and said comfortingly, "But just like Master said, people should be content and not expect things they can't get. This way they can be happier."
Yes, rich people have their own difficulties! Davis looked at the head of the family's private armed forces who had been severely brainwashed, and a sense of superiority in terms of intelligence arose in his heart.
"I knew you were up to no good when you came in!" Sheffield read the telegram quickly, raised his head and sighed, and the next second he cursed, "Does McHale need to send a telegram for something like this? A group of plantation owners who just came back from the battlefield in Brazil can't even deal with some hooligans who are blocking the purchase of land? Can they make more trouble than the guns in our hands? These small countries are not facing Britain, France, and Germany!"
"You scared me!" Edith Rockefeller covered her chest and asked in fear, "Why?"
(End of this chapter)
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