After seeing Gustavo off, Sean packed up and prepared to meet with the mayor of Cartagena, Butler Mitchell.

"This guy is quite greedy." In the car, Sol talked about his feelings during this period. "Selling land is not a big problem. There is never a shortage of land in Colombia. The place I picked happened to be next to the slums, and the land price is not expensive.

.”

"So where is the most critical difference now?" Sean asked directly.

"It's still about money." Saul organized his words and said: "The land price has been almost set, but the problem is, Butler Mitchell means to split the account 28%, the government will get 20%, and the rest will be

His, I don’t agree with it.”

"What's the problem?" Sean asked with a frown.

"Of course there are problems, big problems!" Saul said with a serious face: "You know, the regime in South America has always been very unstable. Take Cuba as an example. Before, Cuba was the back garden of the United States.

A large number of Americans traveled to Cuba, and many people invested in Cuba and had business in Cuba. However, Fidel Castro overthrew the Batista regime in one fell swoop and subsequently nationalized a large number of enterprises."

"In October 1974, the Colombian government announced the cancellation of oil concession rights of foreign companies. In 1975, Colombia issued a decree stipulating the nationalization of foreign banks, credit institutions, etc."

"Whether it's Cuba or Colombia, 70% of these companies are American. Now, they are all gone, and the losses are a mess."

"No one can guarantee that the current Colombian government will survive forever. Military coups are simply too normal in South America."

"Everyone can see clearly whether the land price is in line with the market value. If the government only takes 20%, then..." Saul shook his head and said: "Once there is a coup, the next government can use the excuse of profit transfer and illegal transactions.

Take back the land."

So, will there be a coup in Colombia?

The answer is of course yes!

The current president of Colombia is Belisario Betancur Cuartas. Last year, he reached a peace ceasefire agreement with the main guerrilla organizations and started a national dialogue in January this year, but guerrilla activities continue.

"What do you think?" Sean also felt that things were a bit troublesome.

"The government must get at least 50%. Otherwise, the land price will be a problem sooner or later, and selling national assets will get us into big trouble." Sol said solemnly.

"Let me think about it, let me think about it." Sean closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, thinking crazily.

It is impossible for Sean to significantly increase the offer just to take care of the greedy mayor, but the other party is unwilling to take less money, which is very troublesome.

He now wants to find a good method of corruption and bribery from the memory of his past life, how to make the money fall to the greedy guy reasonably and legally without having to pay more.

Half an hour later, the car arrived in front of the Cartagena Government Building.

Sean got out of the car and looked up. He saw eight soldiers with guns standing guard in front of the government office building. It didn't look like a government office building, but more like a military base.

After being led in by the greeter, he took the elevator to the fifth floor, where Butler Mitchell stood in the corridor to greet Sean.

Facing his financial sponsor, Butler Mitchell smiled happily.

Butler Mitchell is a Colombian, but in addition to Spanish, he also speaks English very well, so communication is not a problem.

Entering the other party's office, Sean's brows jumped.

The office is very large, with an estimated area of ​​over 100 square meters.

The entire office is divided into two floors, the inner and outer floors. The living room has luxurious leather sofas, a wooden bar and a wine cabinet, which contains many famous wines.

There is a grandfather clock that is as tall as a person, and there is an ancient full-body armor placed in the corner. It looks like it should be an antique.

Compared with the decoration of Butler Mitchell's office, the governor of New Jersey is just a rich man from the countryside, which is too shabby.

Sure enough, the poorer the place, the more luxurious the local leaders are!

Butler Mitchell personally opened a bottle of wine for Sean, and they exchanged polite greetings, which seemed like a guest and host enjoying themselves. After everyone else had gone out, the two of them got down to business.

"My request must have been conveyed by Mr. Saul." Butler Mitchell said very honestly.

"I understand everything. The price of 8 square kilometers of land is 3.5 million U.S. dollars, and Mr. Butler wants 2.8 million U.S. dollars. I'm right."

"Yes!" Butler Mitchell nodded heavily.

"I don't think this approach works." Sean smiled and shook his head.

Butler Mitchell frowned, and his face suddenly darkened. Why do you disagree with your coming?

kidding me!?

Sean didn't seem to see the other person's face. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip and said, "I think it's best for us to cooperate in another way."

"I'll offer you $5 million!"

"Huh?" Butler Mitchell was stunned and looked at Sean in confusion.

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Chapter 179:

Butler Mitchell didn't believe that the guy in front of him would raise his offer for no reason.

Is it so easy for capitalists to get money?

joke!

"What do you want?" Butler Mitchell asked with a frown.

"It's very simple." Sean's smile remained unchanged, looking at Butler Mitchell and said: "First, I need the government's approval to establish a base here. I have an X security company under my name, currently in New Jersey

, all bank security services are outsourced to X Security, and the first stop of X Security’s business in South America is in Colombia, in Cartagena.”

"Security company?!" Butler Mitchell narrowed his eyes slightly and tilted his head slightly, trying to see something on Sean's face.

"No need to guess, it has nothing to do with the military. It's my personal security company, a small security company." Sean stretched out his thumb and index finger and said, "It's very small."

"How small?" Butler Mitchell asked with a smile.

"There are only more than a hundred security guards, and the weapons are very ordinary. There are only two helicopters and a few transport vehicles used to escort cash."

"It's ordinary." Butler Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while, and asked again to be on the safe side, "What plane?"

"Black Hawk."

"Black Hawk? Black Hawk!" Butler Mitchell was startled. What the hell is this called a small plane?

This kind of helicopter was also purchased by Colombia and played a great role in fighting local guerrillas. Of course he knew about it!

"Relax, it's not a big deal. It's just a Black Hawk. Sikorsky sells it casually. It's not illegal." Sean smiled and raised his hand, "As we all know, the political situation in Colombia is unstable. It is an indisputable fact. Local armed forces

, guerrillas, drug criminals, there are many places where security services are needed, and this is the case throughout South America."

"Besides, this is only good for you and not bad." Sean pointed to his feet, "We are friends, aren't we? How do you know that you will not need security services one day?"

"Our company's Black Hawk is equipped with a full set of external weapons and auxiliary fuel tanks. It can fly directly from Miami to Cartagena."

"Maybe it won't be used now, but there is an alternative. Wouldn't it be safer? With the political situation in Colombia changing, who can be sure that they are absolutely safe?"

"Even if it is safe, if you want to continue to take a step forward, you also need support, and this support is not just a vote."

Phew... Butler Mitchell exhaled heavily, "We are friends!"

"Of course, we are friends, dear relatives and friends!" Sean nodded heavily.

Butler Mitchell looked at Sean with a 'sincere' smile on his face. If it was said that when Sol negotiated with him before, he simply wanted to take a big bite out of this American businessman.

So now, Sean has changed from a businessman who can roll his hands to a future partner.

"Actually, we have many places where we can cooperate." Sean looked at Butler Mitchell, his mind racing, "The reason why I bought such a large piece of land is because I have a grand plan."

"Oh, tell me." Butler Mitchell became interested.

"As you know, workers' wages in the United States are now very high, twenty or thirty times higher than in Colombia. Many companies are overwhelmed. The think tank within our consortium has determined that in the future, only high-tech and high value-added industries will remain in the United States.

, and those low-tech and high-polluting enterprises will move abroad."

"Colombia is one of the targets. After all, it is closer to the United States." Sean said: "The land I purchased will relocate many companies, and after these companies move here, they will hire a large number of local workers. This

It can significantly increase local employment rate and output value."

"Mr. Sean has influence on these companies?" Butler Mitchell understood what Sean meant instantly.

What support does a political career need?

Money, force!

If Sean can bring this, then Butler Mitchell is sure to take the next step!

"Let me introduce myself again." Sean stood up, raised his hand to straighten his collar, then stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "My name is Sean K. Rockefeller, a member of the New Jersey Consortium."

Sean hasn't joined the New Jersey consortium yet, but that doesn't matter, we can talk about it.

Butler Mitchell was stunned for a moment, then laughed, Rockefeller Family, New Jersey Consortium.

Any one of them would make Butler Mitchell laugh.

Colombia's political circles have very close relations with the United States, and many politicians have received support from the Americans. Butler Mitchell also wanted to get support, but he never had a chance.

Cartagena is a tourist city, and the Americans who invest here are engaged in hotels and tourism. These have an impact on the local economy, but there is no comparison with industry!

If these things that Sean said can be achieved, then, in the next step, he, Butler Mitchell, can launch a charge for the position of high-ranking official in Bolivar Province.

"If Mr. Butler is interested, I welcome you to visit New Jersey."

"Of course, of course." Butler Mitchell said with a smile. He believed in Sean, but wouldn't it be better to see it with his own eyes.
To be continued...