American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 41 Locke: My damn charm.

Lionel's question brought Locke back to his senses.

Only then did he realize that the man in front of him with a gentle smile was one of the financial backers of the largest chamber of commerce alliance in the United States.

The other person's peculiar affinity almost made him forget this fact.

Locke smiled helplessly.

He knows better than anyone that this so-called "tax reform" is nothing more than a decorative bargaining chip used by urban capital groups to exchange for the support of agricultural state legislators.

The big guys didn't even set out to eliminate the small farms—

Just like when people pick mulberry leaves, they don’t care whether a cocoon falls to the ground.

嗏

Who would have thought that it was these neglected cocoons.

Will it eventually become one of the culprits that triggered the global financial crisis?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Locke."

When he didn't answer immediately, Lionel smiled apologetically and said, "I'm just curious."

“In theory, these policies should allow family farms to participate more freely in market competition.”

"But you still don't seem to like it?"

"Mr. Lionel."

Locke hesitated for a moment.

"You've been on top for too long."

The rustling of wheat waves outside the window seemed to echo these words.

"Some blond kid said—"

Pointing to the harvested wheat field in the distance, Locke smiled and said, "Among the wild wheat bushes in the wild, there are always some that won't live to see the next year."

"They will rot and mold because they can't compete with other wheat that takes up more land."

"And finally it becomes nutrients for other wheat."

"That's normal, isn't it?" Lionel frowned. "The market will naturally eliminate inefficient farms."

really
Locke sighed in his heart.

The first response of these business giants is always "market optimization and structural adjustment."

"Mr. Lionel, as a friend, I still hope you won't underestimate these butterflies used to decorate the chips."

"This isn't natural selection," Locke shook his head. "When large farms can gain more subsidies through scale advantages and policy arbitrage, they crush small farms like us!"

“This is unfair competition!”

“We lack market information and bargaining power.”

"It's like walking into a modern war with bare hands."

"That's right, Locke."

"Mr. Lionel," Jonathan said, approaching with a cup of coffee and handing it to the pensive man. "If I'm not mistaken, the AFBF is still the biggest contributor to this political donation, right?"

He shrugged helplessly, "Our NFU proposal."

“I’m afraid it will rot on Capitol Hill again.”

Lionel took the coffee and didn't respond immediately.

But Locke could see the rapidly calculating look in his eyes behind his lenses.

The Luther family business tycoon is reassessing the situation.

Taking a sip of coffee, Lionel felt refreshed by the rich bitterness.

Damn it
He didn't even think of it.

To know…

Today, 30 to 40 percent of the Luther Group's business is located in town banks in various agricultural states.

And at this moment they
The transformation to the science and technology military industry is not even half complete.

If small farmers start going bankrupt, it will trigger a butterfly effect.

“I will re-evaluate some of the proposals.”

After letting out a breath, Lionel's eyes brightened. He put down his coffee cup and turned to look at Locke.

"Mr. Locke."

There was a rare sincerity in his voice.

"My invitation is valid forever. I sincerely hope to build a more magnificent empire with you!"

"puff!"

Meanwhile, Jonathan, who was looking out the window, couldn't help but spray his coffee all over the window when he heard this. He looked at Lionel in disbelief.

It seemed as if he wanted to confirm whether he was awake.

After all, when Locke was 19 years old, he borrowed 800 US dollars from me, saying that he wanted to go out and make a living.

After being scolded by himself, he not only refused to admit defeat, but also secretly went to Martha to ask for eight hundred dollars.

结果
Finally, he begged all the way back to Smallville from Metropolis, if it weren't for the lucky old Bob next door who recognized this kid on the highway at the gate of Gotham City.

This guy should starve to death on the road.

He ignored Jonathan who was cleaning the windows but his eyes were fixed on him.

Locke was secretly happy.

Learn it, Dio!
That's your dad's damn charm.

But in the end, no matter how happy he was at the moment, Locke was still thinking about how to refuse.

I know exactly how much I weigh.

"Mr. Lionel," he shook his head. "We are friends, but the distance between us and partners is still too far."

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This statement made Lionel stunned.

His pupils dilated slightly behind his gold-rimmed glasses, as if he was truly seeing the man in overalls before him for the first time.

"Sorry, Locke."

After a moment's silence, Lionel raised his lips in a sincere smile, "I'm just too excited."

Noticing that the other party naturally omitted the suffix "Mr.", Locke understood and stretched out his hand to shake hands with him in the air.

"Look out, Lionel," he winked. "I don't want to have to discuss Monopoly Law at the dinner table again."

“That’s right.”

"Everyone!"

Accompanied by the sweet aroma of blueberry pie, Martha's voice came from the kitchen, interrupting the business tycoon's politeness.

"Come and eat pie!"

She stood at the door holding a freshly baked pie, her apron still stained with flour, and the warm yellow light gave her a soft outline.

"Thank you."

"Then let me taste the Kent family's cooking."

Lionel stood up.

Who would have thought that this well-dressed elite would actually enjoy lunch in a rustic farmhouse kitchen?

"Hahahaha." Jonathan laughed and put his arm around his shoulders: "Come on, brother! Martha's pie can make angels give up heaven!"

His strong arms, with their irresistible passion, almost crushed Lionel's custom-made suit.

Watching the two men walk towards the dining table, Locke slowly sipped the cold coffee.

what is this?
Instead of making dumplings, making pies?

Locke laughed silently and looked out the window.

I hope those three little guys can come back happily to eat pie together.
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The leaves rustled against each other, and some of the unharvested oats swayed in the sun.

"Dio, why don't Mom, Dad, and Uncle Rock like the IRS?"

"Because they're vampires, Clark."

"Dad said that there are people like this in big cities outside. He was sucked dry of blood when he first came to the city."

"vampire?!"

Clark's blue eyes suddenly widened. "Is it like the one we saw in 'Vampire Hunter D' before?"

Dio paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his red eyes.

He stroked his chin and thought for a moment, and suddenly realized that it seemed to be okay.

"If time is money and money is life, then rich people are no different from vampires."

"Huh?!" Clark looked at the little bald guy beside him in panic, his voice changing, "What about Lex?!"

The sunlight shone on Luther's shiny forehead, reflecting a funny spot of light.

Dio stared at the scene and suddenly grinned maliciously:
"Lex, he's half vampire, I guess."

He deliberately lowered his voice and imitated the narration in the movie:

"How about it, little bald guy, are you interested in teaming up with me to become a vampire hunter?"

(End of this chapter)