Chapter 16 The Love from Elliott?

Elliott!

The founder of Gotham City, a century-old wealthy family, the goal that countless people look up to...

There are too many things to describe its story.

Robert never dreamed that he would be approached by the heirs of the Elliott family.

Warren raised his elbow and slapped him.

"Don't invite us in yet!"

Robert woke up and quickly stretched out his right hand.

"Hello, Mr. Elliott!"

Thomas didn't even look at him and walked straight into the house.

Robert stiffened his cheeks, turned around casually, and followed behind.

"Mr. Elliott, I don't know what you want to do with me."

As a top student who graduated from Harvard Medical School, Thomas would like to abide by the oath he made when he graduated, not to smoke, drink, or take drugs, maintain a good lifestyle, and never touch anything dirty.

As a result, the first moment he walked into the room, his body was extremely repellent. Whether it was the smell of tobacco and alcohol in the air or the furniture and carpets covered with putty, he was extremely uncomfortable.

Since you don't like it, there is no need to stay, leave a sentence "Talk to the top of the Building", Thomas turned around and left.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely embarrassing.

Robert stood there motionless, his face gloomy and dripping.

Warren hurried to apologize, soothing his old friend, and dragging him out.

When he came to the top of the building, Thomas was standing on the edge of the wall. One step forward was the abyss, but he walked back and forth indifferently. The black suit was rustled by the night wind, and the whole person seemed to be floating.

"I've seen your profile. You and Falcone have a deep hatred. It just so happens that I don't like that arrogant guy who calls himself Roman. Do something for me and I will give you a chance to get revenge."

Robert said indifferently, "I'm sorry, Mr. Elliott, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The hatred with Falcone has gone, and now I just want to start from the beginning."

"is it?"

Thomas smiled faintly, took out a stack of photos from his arms, and threw them at his feet. The photo shows a young woman with a nice face, chained to a wooden stake, her whole body covered with scars.

Despite the dim light, Robert recognized who the woman was, and the deepest memory appeared. The still handsome face instantly became distorted, his body trembling, and the twinkling pupils were full of spiteful colors.

"Some hatred will not disappear, it will only grow stronger over time."

Thomas walked down the wall and said blankly, "Falcone's men are all over Gotham. Every time they go out there are a dozen bodyguards around them, and high-ranking political officials act as umbrellas. You want to kill him, why? Kill? Do you have the courage to kill with explosives?"

Thomas stepped forward and whispered in his ear.

"Without my help, you would never get revenge."

A word like a red steel needle pierced Robert's heart deeply, and after a long silence, he roared,

"I do not believe you."

"You can only trust me."

Robert bowed his head and said nothing. There is no free lunch in the world. The other party must have something to ask for it. After thinking about it, ShowMe is the only one.

Seeing that his old friend was silent, Warren quickly persuaded him.

"Mr. Elliott is a trustworthy person. He has never repented what he said. I can use my life as security. Besides, besides Elliott, who else in the world can help you get revenge, and count on your little one. Boss? What else can he do besides picking up girls?"

"We don't ask you to betray, we just need you to reveal some internal information and take a step back at a critical time."

With that said, take out a check and place it on the ground, with the numbers 5 and six zeros written on the check.

Five million dollars!

Robert took a breath and looked at his old friend for many years with complicated eyes.

"This is a deposit. After the event is completed, there will be a check of the same amount, and the position of the financial director of the Sequoia Group is also yours."

Sequoia Group?

Robert moved in his heart and seemed to understand something. Eight years ago, Sequoia Group experienced a major equity change. Group CEO Lambert Kahn resold all his shares to a mysterious rich man.

Since then, Sequoia Group has taken on a brand new look, becoming a giant in the Internet industry in just a few years.

Could it be that the mysterious rich man is the Elliott family?

"I won't hide it from you. The big boss of Sequoia Group is Mr. Elliott next to me. Following him is always better than your current boss."

Robert still chose to remain silent,

Warren was still trying to persuade, but when the boss shook his head, he closed his mouth and stood aside.

Time passed slowly in the weird atmosphere.

After half a minute, UU read www. uukanshu.com Robert raised his head and said word by word.

"With the strong financial resources of the Elliott family, it is not difficult to win ShowMe. Why do you want to find me?"

"This question you should ask your little boss, why he is unwilling to sell the shares in his hands."

Thinking of what had happened in the past few days, Thomas reacted in his heart.

"Three days ago, in the name of Sequoia Group, I initiated an acquisition plan worth 100 million yuan to ShowMe. He hung up the phone without hesitation, and then the price was raised to 150 million, but there was no result. This is my second consecutive rejection in more than 20 years."

"The day before yesterday afternoon, I entrusted a company under my company to initiate a financing plan for ShowMe, hoping to buy 50% of ShowMe's shares for 80 million US dollars."

Thomas cocked his mouth, his eyes had an inexplicable smell.

"Guess what the result is?"

Robert is not a fool. How dare to take this sentence. After a long silence, he said bitterly, "I don't understand. ShowMe is just a social network company that provides free services. There is limited room for appreciation. Why do you have to spend so much time on it? Get him down."

"What I want is not ShowMe, but a database."

"database?"

Robert frowned, unable to understand.

The names and phone numbers recorded in the database can be found through other channels, which is of no use!

"You have three minutes to think about it. After three minutes, I hope to get an affirmative answer."

After saying this, Thomas turned and left, and soon disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Warren patted his old friend on the shoulder and followed him.