Chapter 1077

California, San Francisco,

in a magnificent villa, people were raising glasses and drinking, enjoying a hard-won "gluttonous feast."

And why say it like that? That's because the war had started again.

Under the operation of major military-industrial conglomerates, the Vietnam War was allowing them to greedily reap profits.

Located in the study on the top floor, more than a dozen "gentlemen" were currently sitting on soft sofas.

Biting on cigars, Zhang Cheng slowly exhaled thick smoke and said, "Regarding the Kennedy matter, what do you all think?"

"He has gone completely crazy? He actually wants to stop the war; sour radish, don't eat it!"

Speaking angrily, the representative of the Lockheed Group couldn't help but become serious.

Because as a long-term partner of the military, they were responsible for the aircraft industry.

Now, with a knife coming down, isn't this making everyone drink the northwest wind?

And hearing his words, the others also fell silent one after another.

Because this matter already involved everyone's interests.

When Kennedy first took office, he was indeed very obedient, because standing behind him were the major conglomerates!

But now, Kennedy actually wanted to stop the war from continuing, and even impose sanctions on the military-industrial group and the medical complex.

Isn't this poking everyone in the lungs?

"Today happens to be the President's speech; why not watch it?"

Sitting in a chair, Zhang Cheng signaled for someone to turn on the TV.

Hearing Zhang Cheng say this, the other party also shook his head and said, "Zhang, this can't go on; we must make a counterattack!"

"I will handle it well!"

Speaking indifferently, Zhang Cheng smiled.

On the black-and-white screen, Kennedy was delivering a declaration, appearing exceptionally high-spirited.

However, just when mentioning the Far East issue, Kennedy said, "As long as I am alive for one day, they will never be able to research an atomic bomb."

"Snap!"

Turning off the TV, the silent crowd began to negotiate with serious faces.

Watching them pour out their difficulties to each other, Zhang Cheng picked up the fountain pen on the side and flipped it between his fingers.

"Zhang, what is your idea?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, the president of the Bank of America on the side asked with a serious face.

"Leave it to them to handle; this has nothing to do with our California conglomerate!"

Speaking indifferently, a playful look appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

He had supported Nixon back then, but there was no help for it; the other party wasn't as smart as Kennedy, knowing how to lie low.

Now it's fine; the man has only been in office for three years, and he's already started punching conglomerates. If he were allowed to continue for long, wouldn't everyone present suffer?

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

As the successive voices rose, many people became serious one after another.

Because they all seemed to feel that this President was a bit "excessive"!

Even when Roosevelt was in power back then, he didn't dare to be this arrogant; he only deprived the middle class.

What's more, standing behind Roosevelt was the Navy, the Morgan conglomerate of New York!

Don't look at Roosevelt introducing the "Anti-Monopoly" Act; there was room for maneuvering in that!

Kennedy was just arrogant; he didn't have Roosevelt's background, yet he wanted to do the same things as Roosevelt—isn't this just looking for death?

Now, let alone the California conglomerate being on fire, other conglomerates were also jumping with anger.

Because when they were competing for the election, everyone had negotiated; as long as you didn't cross the line, everything was negotiable.

But now, he not only backstabbed his master, but even wanted to step on the necks of their conglomerates and sit in a higher position than Roosevelt!

And this is why Kennedy was assassinated, his brain opened wide; everyone knew it in their hearts, only he didn't know.

Because he even wanted to disband his own CIA; isn't this as absurd as Chongzhen?

As hunting dogs, although the CIA often messed things up, you absolutely cannot doubt the CIA's ability; they were truly seriously causing trouble all over the world. Although sometimes the expenditures were a bit outrageous, this didn't prevent them from being able to earn money themselves!

CIA: Everyone knows my ability to earn money!

San Francisco, Far East Group,

in the study, Zhang Cheng was answering the phone; on the other side were the heads of other conglomerates.

As the "military power" on the surface of the California conglomerate, Zhang Cheng had always maintained external communication; this could effectively avoid certain troubles.

"Zhang, we have already discussed the Kennedy matter; what do you all think?"

Speaking into the phone, the old man's tone was very urgent.

Because they didn't know what attitude the California conglomerate had toward Kennedy.

"We already stated our opinion back then; he is not suitable for this position. It was you all who messed things up!"

Speaking helplessly, Zhang Cheng was cold-faced.

Because the current trouble, besides this Mr. President, also included protesters marching everywhere.

You have to know, the place they should be staying the most is the laboratory, because just on the item of experimental subjects, he had spent at least hundreds of thousands.

You have to know, Zhang Cheng's original pricing was that one dollar could take away a "negro" to go back and watch the gate!

And Victor, when doing experiments, was someone who didn't care about "costs" at all; every day he opened his eyes, he lost dozens of dollars!

The Far East Group could make money; military industry, medicine, and other industries made at least tens of billions in profit every year.

But this couldn't stop Zhang Cheng from feeling the pinch; after all, whose "good person" loses money every day?

Negro: Good person?

Zhang Cheng: I saved countless people, just let you pay a little price; isn't this correct?

"Then it's passed unanimously!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the other side hung up the phone and began to arrange things coldly.

As someone who had been through it, Zhang Cheng really wanted to tell Kennedy that some things shouldn't be said randomly.

Sure enough, half a month later, a shocking event appeared: Kennedy was assassinated.

The assassin fired accurately, directly lifting his skull and taking away this guy who spoke wildly!

Far East Group,

in the office, Zhang Cheng was watching the news, light flickering in his eyes.

It must be said, in terms of dealing with money, the speed of the conglomerates was quite nimble!

Because two hours after Kennedy was assassinated, Vice President Lyndon Johnson had already issued a "promotion" declaration!

And just at this moment, a young man who walked in from outside said, "Boss, recently there have been strikes in many places in San Francisco, and our industry has been greatly affected... Regarding that batch of goods for the Far East, it will likely be delayed... and we can't give the workers an explanation."

Turning his head, Zhang Cheng looked at the young man and said, "Evans, do you know how much money your father had on him when he came to the United States with me back then?"

"I don't know! My father never told me!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Evans became bitter.

"We didn't have money on us, but we still created the Far East Group; do you know what we relied on?"

Patting Evans's shoulder, Zhang Cheng smiled.

"We relied on the fact that we are out here running the rivers and lakes; who do we have to give an explanation to! Since those people don't listen, then slaughter them; the goods absolutely cannot be delayed, do you understand? Show some backbone; you are far worse than your father!"

Patting Evans's shoulder, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, Boss!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Evans walked out, determination flickering in his eyes.

And watching this scene, Victor said, "You are hoodwinking Evans."

"As the son of Lai Fujie, he is too weak; this is not good, the Far East Group eats people!"

Speaking indifferently, Zhang Cheng smiled.

(End of chapter)