The lawyers from both sides rushed over.
After signing the contract,
And making the payment, the ship service company no longer belonged to Brownnett. Seeing the enormous balance in his account that he hadn't seen in a long time, Brownnett wanted to cry. The dramatic ups and downs of life were indeed too stimulating.
United States is heaven for the rich, hell for the poor.
This money.
He decided never to listen to any stock agent or fund manager again. He had to hold on to it tightly without any loss; this was his retirement money, and no one could touch it. As for what the white man in front of him would do with the company, that was no longer any of his concern.
Even if it was smuggling, what did it have to do with him?
"Mr. Charlin, my place is not far from here, would you be interested in having a drink...?" Brownnett invited enthusiastically.
"Not interested," the white man responded coldly.
"..."
