Black Technology Monopoly (The Black Tech Monopoly Corporation)

After hanging up the phone, Clayton turned his head to look out the window again. He was ready to die silently. Perhaps for him now, peace is the only solace he can take?

However, his heart was restless, and he was unwilling to calm down completely. After all, he was still a little unwilling... He could have gone to Huaxia, where a cancer drug called t-1 has already been developed. He was originally the general manager of a pharmaceutical company, and he knew this all too well.

It's just that after his ex-wife took everything from him, he has lost the material guarantee of survival. Now the only choice he can choose is to die quietly and peacefully without being disturbed.

"Jingle Bell……"

The phone rang once again. Obviously, on the other side of the phone, the damn guy didn't give up because he hung up. When did these damn salesmen become so patient?

Clayton shook his head helplessly, hung up the phone again, and quietly looked at the phone screen, waiting for the third bell to ring.

Sure enough, but a few seconds after he hung up the phone, the phone rang again. This time, Clayton simply pressed the shutdown button. No matter who the other party was or what purpose they had, after shutting down the phone, they would completely shut down. Eliminate the invisible.

Looking at the shutdown symbol on the phone screen, Clayton finally nodded in satisfaction.

Now, I can finally clean up.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of walking from far to near outside Clayton's door. Although the quality of the low-rent housing itself is not very good, but hearing the noise now, let Ke Layton had a different kind of irritability again.

Knock knock knock!

Outside the simple wooden door, there was a knock on the door. There seemed to be hesitation in the sound, but after hearing this sound, Clayton couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

How is it possible, how can the debt collectors find it so easily? Did Sean betray himself? Impossible, I didn't tell him my address...

knock knock knock...

The knocking on the door continued, Clayton hesitated for a while, and finally got up the courage to stand up, walked to the door and said tentatively, "Who is outside?"

"Hello, are you Mr. Lancelot Clayton?" There was a weak voice of a little boy outside the door.

Although the voice was very harmless, but when he heard the other party's name, Clayton's heart sank, and he sighed secretly. It seemed that he could not escape the responsibility of the debt even when he was dying.

In desperation, Clayton had to open the door, but what caught his eye was a little boy with a golden pot-lid hairstyle that only reached his waist.

at this time. The little boy raised his head eagerly, and Yong An looked at himself with pure eyes.

"Who are you?" Clayton asked cautiously.

"I'm John Connor, and I just got a call on my cell phone looking for you, sir, and the caller said you'd pay me fifty cents as long as I turn the call over to you who live next door." The little boy scratched his head in embarrassment.

Clayton was suddenly shocked, and his expression became cloudy. He hesitated for a while, and finally took the phone from the little boy's hand, and at the same time asked in a condensed voice, "Hey, I'm Clayton, may I ask you... "

"Mr. Clayton, you finally answered the phone." A hoarse and cold voice came from the phone, "Hello, let me introduce myself first. I am a foreign company and I am going to open a branch in the United States. I heard that you are very talented, and you just lost your job, so I want to hire you to be the general manager of the company in the United States. Would you like to come out and meet?"

"Hire me?" Clayton's eyes lit up slightly, but then dimmed again in an instant, "I'm sorry, although I appreciate your company's trust in me,

But for some reason, I don't think I can do it. "

"Wait, sir, you don't have to refuse immediately." The hoarse voice had some kind of magnetism, as if it had magic power. After hearing this voice, Clayton couldn't help but act according to the other party's words, "I know what you're thinking, if you're willing to work with our company, we can pay you a million dollars to hire you right now, and have a t-1 that will save you from the fire and an already-arranged What do you think of this condition for a proper liver transplant?"

Clayton was stunned for a moment, and the next second he took a breath of cold air, his eyes full of astonishment.

The other party even knew the news that he had liver cancer?

It is undeniable that after hearing this condition, Clayton has been heartbroken. If he can live, who is willing to wait for death? But there is an old saying in China that is best said, there will never be a lunch that falls in the sky. Since others have tried their best to find their own phone number, find their own case, and even find their own neighbors! It is enough to show that the other party has a wide range of intentions. If he guesses correctly, the other party may already know his position. Even if he refuses, the other party will take the form of coercion to kidnap him...

"How is it? You have three minutes to think about it. After three minutes, someone will come to the bottom of the building to pick you up. All you have to do is follow him into the car, and then we will meet and discuss." The voice on the phone finally said, Then hang up completely.

Clayton didn't have time to say anything. Hearing the busy tone on the phone, he sighed secretly, bent down, returned the phone to the little boy, and took out his pocket. Finally, under the eager eyes of the little boy, he took out the few dollars and change he had left from his pocket, and put them all into the little boy's hand.

"Sir, may God bless you." The little boy shouted excitedly, then cheered and ran down the stairs with the money in his hand. At the same time, two men in black clothes and sunglasses slowly appeared. on the stairs.

"Are you here to pick me up?" Clayton smiled, he made a gesture of please, and then went back to the room. He wanted to pack his luggage, but he didn't realize until he was packing that he really didn't have anything. to be sorted out.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, he simply followed the two men in black down the stairs without taking anything. On the street, a black extended Lincoln had quietly parked in front of the sidewalk, and its luxurious shape attracted the attention of countless pedestrians. .

Clayton's eyes lit up. As a successful man, he also has a lot of research on luxury cars, but the car in front of him can't tell the model at all. Eighty percent of the cars are exclusively customized by the manufacturer for the customer, and if the manufacturer can customize the car for the customer, the price is at least more than ten million US dollars...

One of the two men in black picked up his pace, and opened the door when Clayton walked to the car. Clayton nodded, and got into the car with some sigh, and saw that the car was even more luxurious—all black The leather sofa, the solid wood center console, the counter full of wine, the refrigerator, and various handmade wooden devices, etc., all highlight the connotation of low-key luxury.

It was the first time he rode in such a luxurious car, and Clayton sighed even more. Just for this car, he probably wouldn't be able to earn it for ten years.