Chapter 598: The interests of the consortium

Others also looked arrogant.

The people who can sit here are those who have power and resources!

The annual security costs alone are calculated in hundreds of millions of dollars!

"General Mike, don't worry, I have already made a plan." Mr. Carnegie, who comes from the Carnegie family of steel giants, smiled. "When God comes, all dozens of my special planes will take off."

"Isn't it just that the sea level has risen by a hundred meters?"

"Isn't it because the gods want to conquer the land?"

"I will just take a special plane and stay with my family for a month in the stratosphere, which is more than ten kilometers away. We should eat and drink! I will not come down until Daxia has finished killing all the gods."

"One month is enough to determine the winner. Unless Daxia loses and the land turns into a vast ocean...otherwise I will do whatever I should do."

When Carnegie said this, he suddenly smiled and raised his glass to the old man sitting in the front seat: "I still want to thank the Rockefeller family for providing a large amount of fuel."

Their wealth is enough to support them to avoid danger in ways that ordinary people cannot imagine!

Gods impacting the land?

Just drive dozens of special planes and take your family to stay in the stratosphere more than ten kilometers away for a month!

As for fuel shortage, there is no need to consider it at all.

They don't even need to land, they use huge resources to ask aerial tankers from various countries to refuel them!

To ordinary people, the fuel consumption of dozens of special planes every second is an astronomical figure, but to them, what is it?

"You are too trouble-free, why don't you take this time to relax?" Another middle-aged man with a big belly laughed: "I spent 500 million US dollars to open an underground villa on the mountain. It is impregnable and stored. Enough food and water for five years, equipped with an air purifier, central air conditioning, and a sunroom and underground botanical garden.”

"I also found more than twenty beauties and sent in two of my daughter's favorite horses."

"The decoration cost alone cost 100 million U.S. dollars. It was covered with wool carpets imported from the Middle East. I even built a 500-square-meter church specifically for my mother to worship."

"You don't even know that I didn't spend any money on the beauties I found. I just told those beauties these things... Even the female celebrities begged me to enter the shelter and keep me company after hearing this."

"Wait until Daxia finishes fighting the gods before coming out, then just enjoy life. Haha."

For a moment, everyone was talking about their plans to deal with the coming of the gods.

Of course, it's all about personal solutions.

Luxury, enjoyment, nothing like taking refuge. Transfer the resources you have, and then find a place to sit back, relax and enjoy life.

General Mike stared intently at the people in front of him who had no worries about food and drink, enjoyed top-notch material supplies, and stood at the top of the pyramid.

He suddenly remembered the young soldiers from ordinary families around him when he was in the military!

Those young warriors are not as wealthy as them, and most of them have poor family backgrounds.

After all, being a soldier is not that popular in a free country. Although the salary is relatively considerable, you have to be sent to "defend justice" around the world. Few children of rich people will become soldiers.

Those young soldiers were from ordinary backgrounds and did not have high horizons. It was difficult for them to understand the affairs of the consortium. In the eyes of these people present, perhaps their lives were not as good as their family's horse worth millions of dollars.

but.

Those soldiers stood in the sun, with their chests held high, shouting "defend the home and the country" with immature and fearless expressions.

There is also the hard training and the sweat shed by the sun.

In General Mike's opinion, he is more valuable than these consortium representatives with a net worth of hundreds of billions!

In comparison, these people who dress expensively and drink fine wine are simply moths!

"boom!"

General Mike slammed the table hard and gritted his teeth: "That's enough!"

"What, General Mike..." Mr. Roosevelt was stunned for a moment, glanced at the old man sitting in the front seat, and whispered: "Aren't you ready yet? You shouldn't be. You are from the Rockefeller family..."

"Prepare?" General Mike stared at the people in front of him: "If I want to live on my own, in one sentence, I can have dozens or hundreds of impregnable shelters!"

"But you...have you ever thought about drinking wine and enjoying the huge waves on your private jet, watching TV and holding a beautiful woman in an underground fortress with a decoration cost of hundreds of millions?"

General Mike panted like an ox and said in a low voice: "Your compatriots are being swallowed by huge waves!"

"The land where our ancestors lived is sinking into the sea!"

"Do you really want to see it?"

"Huh? Compatriots?" Mr. Carnegie was stunned for a moment and frowned: "You mean, those ordinary people who create value for us... Haha, they are not our compatriots."

"It seems that you have some misunderstanding about the word compatriots. People who bleed the same blood are compatriots?"

"People are divided into high and low. Only those stupid Daxia people will believe in the same blood... When it comes to compatriots, only those of us who are at the top of the world are compatriots."

"As for the land... don't worry, my property has been transferred long ago. I have moved most of all the steel and production equipment owned by my family to a safe place. Some unimportant companies have also been sold and cashed out. When the gods are destroyed, Even if Xia is killed and dug out, I will still be the Steel King."

General Mike's eyes widened in disbelief. He even wondered if this guy was a cold-blooded animal wearing human skin!

"Those people are dead. How can you continue to be your steel king without workers!" General Mike asked sharply.

"Haha, there is an old saying in Daxia... A life is like a piece of grass." Mr. Carnegie smiled: "This sentence has two meanings."

"One meaning is that in a disaster, the lives of ordinary people are worthless."

"But there is another meaning that few people know... grass mustard, it can't be killed and exterminated! You harvest it once, and next spring, the ground will be full of weeds again."

"The same goes for ordinary people. You see, so many of them have died, but when the disaster is over, there will still be so many of them! They can't be killed, they can't be exterminated! You can't even imagine how tenaciously they survived!"

"So, why should we care about them?"

"dont you agree?"

Mr. Carnegie chuckled.

For a moment, General Mike was speechless.

General Mike turned to look at the old man sitting in the top spot, as if asking for help: "Father, this is wrong..."

The old man who usually would satisfy any of his requests and loved him very much actually shook his head slightly: "Mike, they are right, we just need to do our own thing well."

General Mike froze in place.

He suddenly remembered what Lin Fan said.

"What you are going to do is contrary to the interests of all consortiums!"

"Once you do that, you're going to violate their bottom line."

"Perhaps in the beginning, those financial groups will reluctantly obey you because of your identity."

"But once you violate too many interests, all financial groups, including your father... will treat you as a life-or-death enemy who wants to be eliminated quickly!"

General Mike thought about these words blankly, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he understood something.

"Benefit!"

"The interests of the consortium!"

If I want to change their attitude, I can't use compatriots who have the same blood to defend the country.

We must proceed from the interests of the consortium!

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