It's better to turn a blind eye.

Richard Trier was out of breath after a few strenuous exercises, and turned around and walked away with a huff. The Nokia phone lying on the marble floor was still ringing tenaciously.

"Dingling bell" "Dingling bell"...

Senior Business Assistant Hans had no choice but to pick up the phone and answer; "Hello! This is Hans, Business Assistant."

"What the heck, where is Richard Trier? Why didn't the other party notify me if they had big plans? You upstarts from New York who smell like rotten men, a bunch of damn scoundrels! Has the value of the Cleveland consortium already been used?

Squeezed dry? Get Richard on the phone, shameless old bastard."

Senior business assistant Hans looked at the empty door of the cafeteria and felt extremely embarrassed. The call came from Crewe Humphrey, the London-based spokesman for the Humphrey family of the Cleveland consortium.

Crewe Humphrey represents the common interests of the Eaton family and the Humphrey family. At the same time, he is also an old playboy in his 40s. His life is corrupt, his language is vulgar, and he is very disgusting.

Why does Crewe Humphrey, who was born into a wealthy family, speak so vulgarly?

African-American rap songs have been popular in North America since the 1980s and 1990s. Rhythmic hip-hop music has become popular and widely circulated.

The lyrics and music are full of crude slang and slang, African-American accents of ridicule and abuse, as well as guns, bloody violence, sex, drugs and other disgusting things. They are proud of being anti-traditional and anti-trend, and are considered very cool by the fashion industry.

The African-American rapper wears his hat crookedly, with a big gold chain hanging around his neck. He blasts powerful rhythm and blues lyrics like a machine gun from his mouth, and gestures with a pistol. He looks full of gangsterism and has an irresistible allure to teenagers.

block.

Hip-hop music has a huge influence and has influenced an entire generation of good young people in the United States.

Okay, let’s get down to business.

Hans suppressed the disgust in his heart and answered the phone. It was the duty of a business assistant to automatically block these dirty words.

No way.

The key is that the Humphrey family is rich!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Crewe. Mr. Richard Trier is temporarily unavailable to answer the phone. He is dealing with important official business from Munich. I will remind you at the appropriate time and ask him to call you. Please..."

"Ha...ha, you must be Hans, the white-skinned guy next to that old guy, idiot. I'll give you five seconds to take back what you just said and apologize to me.

"Sorry sir, I was wrong."

"I don't want to hear any explanation. The funds of the Cleveland Consortium are not endless. We are almost at the limit. Let that old bastard answer the phone right away. Right now. I have no more patience."

Hans felt that he had really had enough. Slave traders like Cleveland never knew how to respect people. Under the hands of Richard Terrill, a tough and grumpy old white man, his life was like a year.

As a business elite with a double degree in finance and management from Harvard University, I am living as anxiously as a rat in the sewer, and I have to endure the insults of these rich people. It is too much.

"Sorry, I can't do it."

"Watt, you white ass son of a bitch..."

Hans pressed the phone decisively, cutting off the other party's rude curse, his face turning blue with anger.

He had already decided;

Resign as soon as possible.

the other end of the phone

Crewe Humphrey put down the phone in surprise, still a little unbelievable.

"What's wrong...Crew, didn't Richard answer your call?"

"Fuck you, that damn white-skinned little errand boy Hans, you dare to hang up on me. I'm going to make him regret why he came to London, you son of a bitch."

"Wow, our Crewe is angry, let's find two beautiful football babes to vent your anger."

"Get the hell out of here!"

Crewe Humphrey pushed away the gangsters who were fooling around together, rushed out angrily, and yelled at the business assistant outside: "Are everyone dead? If not, come with me to the Hyde Garden Hotel. I want to go to the Hyde Garden Hotel today.

To kill someone."

After saying that, he strode towards the dazzling red flame-colored Lamborghini sports car parked in the yard, opened the door and got in.
Chapter completed!