Elliot!
The founder of Gotham City, a wealthy family with a century-long heritage, the goal that countless people look up to...
There is so much to describe about its story.
Robert never dreamed that the heir of the Elliot family would come to him.
Warren raised his elbow and hit him.
"Why don't you invite us in?"
Robert woke up with a start and quickly stretched out his right hand.
"Hello, Mr. Elliot!"
Thomas didn't even look at him and walked straight into the house.
Robert's face stiffened for a moment, he turned around calmly and followed behind.
"Mr. Elliot, I wonder what you want from me."
As a top graduate of Harvard Medical School, Thomas strictly abided by the oath he took at graduation to not smoke, drink, or take drugs, maintain a good lifestyle, and never touch anything dirty.
So, the first moment he walked into the room, his body felt a huge rejection. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the air and the furniture and carpets covered with putty made him extremely uncomfortable.
Since you don't like it, there's no need to stay. After leaving a sentence "Let's talk on the rooftop", Thomas turned and left.
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely awkward.
Robert stood there motionless, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.
Warren quickly apologized, comforted his old friend, and dragged him out.
When we reached the rooftop, Thomas was standing on the edge of the wall. One step forward would lead to the abyss, but he walked back and forth without a care in the world. His black suit rustled in the night wind, and he seemed to be floating.
"I've read your profile. You and Falcone have a deep grudge. I happen to dislike that arrogant guy who calls himself a Roman. Do me a favor and I'll give you a chance for revenge."
Robert said coldly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Elliot, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. The hatred with Falcone is a thing of the past. Now I just want to start over."
"Yeah?"
Thomas smiled faintly, took out a stack of photos from his arms and threw them at his feet. The photos showed a beautiful young woman, chained to a wooden stake, with scars all over her body.
Although the light was dim, Robert still recognized who the woman was. The memories buried deep in his heart emerged, and his handsome face instantly became distorted, his body trembled, and his flashing pupils were filled with resentment.
"Some hatreds never go away; they only grow stronger over time."
Thomas stepped down from the edge of the wall and said expressionlessly, "Falcone's men are spread all over Gotham. Whenever he goes out, he's surrounded by a dozen bodyguards and protected by high-ranking political officials. You want to kill him, but how? Strap yourself to explosives and die together with them. Do you have the courage to do that?"
Thomas stepped forward and whispered in his ear,
"Without my help, you will never get revenge."
This sentence was like a red-hot steel needle, deeply piercing Robert's heart. After a long silence, he roared,
"I don't believe you."
"You have to trust me."
Robert lowered his head and said nothing. There is no free lunch in the world. The other party must have something in mind for doing this. After thinking about it, the only option was ShowMe.
Seeing that his old friend was silent, Warren quickly persuaded him,
"Mr. Elliot is a trustworthy man. He never regrets what he says. I can guarantee that with my life. Besides, who else in the world can help you get revenge besides Elliot? Can you count on your boss? Besides picking up girls, what else can he do?"
"We don't ask you to betray us. We just ask you to reveal some inside information and step back at the critical moment."
As he said this, he took out a check and placed it on the ground. There was a number 5 and six zeros written on the check.
Five million dollars!
Robert took a breath and looked at his old friend with complicated eyes.
"This is a deposit.
After the deal is done, there will be a check for the same amount, and the position of Financial Director of Sequoia Group will also be yours."
Sequoia Group?
Robert's heart moved, as if he understood something. Eight years ago, Sequoia Group had experienced a major equity change. The group's president, Lambert Kahn, sold all of his shares to a mysterious rich man.
Since then, Sequoia Group has been completely transformed and has become a giant in the Internet industry in just a few years.
Could it be that the mysterious rich man is the Elliot family?
"I won't hide it from you. The boss of the Sequoia Group is Mr. Elliot, who works for me. It's better to follow him than your current boss."
Robert still chose to remain silent. Warren wanted to persuade him, but seeing his boss shaking his head, he had to shut up and stand aside.
Time passed slowly in the eerie atmosphere.
Half a minute later, Robert raised his head and said word by word,
"With the Elliot family's strong financial resources, it wouldn't be difficult to take over ShowMe. Why are you looking for me?"
"You should ask your small boss why he is so unwilling to sell his shares."
Thinking of what had happened in recent days, Thomas felt sick.
"Three days ago, I proposed an acquisition proposal worth 100 million yuan to ShowMe on behalf of Sequoia Group, but he hung up the phone without hesitation. I then raised the offer to 150 million yuan, but still nothing happened. This is the second time in over 20 years that I've been rejected consecutively."
"The afternoon before yesterday, I commissioned one of my companies to initiate a financing proposal from ShowMe, hoping to purchase 50% of ShowMe's shares for $80 million."
Thomas raised the corner of his mouth, and his eyes had an inexplicable look.
"Guess what the result was?"
Robert wasn't stupid, so he didn't dare to respond. He was silent for a long time before saying bitterly, "I don't understand. ShowMe is just a social networking company that provides free services. Its growth potential is limited. Why would you go to such great lengths to acquire it?"
"I don't want ShowMe, I want a database."
"database?"
Robert frowned, unable to understand.
The names and phone numbers recorded in the database can be found through other means, so it's useless!
"You have three minutes to consider. After three minutes, I hope to get a positive answer."
After saying this, Thomas turned and left, quickly disappearing at the stairs.
Warren patted his old friend on the shoulder and followed him.
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