American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"Gentlemen, this is..."

The smile froze on his face and the hand holding the pen hung in mid-air.

Kristen felt like a clown.

Tricky people!

The muscles on his face twitched a few times, finally settling into a twisted sneer.

He slammed the gold-stamped signature form on the coffee table.

"In that case, I won't stay any longer." Christen's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. "You two..."

“Make sure you pay the full amount on time.”

He didn't finish his sentence.

"Ta, Ta, Ta"

The sound of shiny leather shoes came from the porch, and with it came the sound of, "You are..."

"Kristen?"

Who called me?

"Whoever you are," Kristen turned back impatiently. "Please call me Ford first."

His voice suddenly stopped, as if someone had strangled him.

The man standing at the door was wearing a custom-made suit, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"You are"

The tax collector’s knees felt weak. “Mr. Lu Luther?”

He will never admit his mistake!

Last month, when I accompanied the director to receive this man, the director personally kept a used pen in his home safe.

This incident left a deep impression on him!

You ask him how he knew?

Nonsense, that’s what the director’s wife said.

Glancing around at the faces of the people in the room, Lionel seemed to understand something. He nodded slightly to Locke and said,

"Mr. Ford, what are you doing?"

福.

Mr. Ford?

Christen's back was instantly soaked with sweat, and he hurriedly grabbed the document:

"Of course! Mr. Luther! I'll do it right away."

Rushing out the door like she was escaping, Christen's brain was almost overloaded.

Why didn’t you tell me earlier that there was such a relationship?

Are all you rich people sick?

Listening to the harsh sound of car tires rubbing against the ground outside the door, Jonathan finally couldn't hold back his laughter:

"Hahaha! Martha, did you see his face? It looks like a pumpkin run over by a tractor!"

Ignoring Jonathan, who was grinning from ear to ear behind him, Locke stepped forward and shook Lionel's hand. "Thank you."

seriously.

He originally wanted to go to the man's house and teach him a lesson.

because…

No one can threaten me and my family——

Locke, who is evolving into a family hero, thought so.

"You're welcome. I just stopped by to see you today."

Lionel smiled gently and looked at Jonathan and Martha in the room, "I guess these two are them?"

"I just saw you on TV. Are you Mr. Lionel Luthor?"

"I'm Jonathan Kent, Locke's brother."

Jonathan stepped forward and shook Lionel's hand, then added, "This is my love, Martha Kent."

"Nice to meet you two, I'm Lionel Luthor."

"Well, nice to meet you, Mr. Luther."

"No, no, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Jonathan."

“No, there.”

The three of them began to exchange pleasantries until one of them stopped talking.

The room fell silent at the same time.

The three of them looked at each other.

"Sigh~"

Jonathan suddenly gasped.

Martha pinched him from behind and whispered, "What are you standing there for? Go pour coffee for the guests!"

"Hahaha, look at my brain." Jonathan smiled awkwardly, turned and walked into the kitchen.

"I'll make you a blueberry pie, Mr. Luther," Martha said gently. "You and Locke can chat slowly."

For a moment, there were only two men left in the living room.

Lionel suddenly chuckled.

"Your family"

"Quite interesting."

"They are indeed very good." Locke nodded in agreement, but then asked curiously, "By the way, how did you..."

"I met Dio at the intersection."

Lionel pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and pointed to the empty space beside him. "Where do you think my son is?"

Only then did Locke realize that the little bald head really didn't see it.

"Dio and Clark? I didn't want to disturb the kids," Lionel sighed, "but Lex insisted on coming over when he heard about Dio's incident on the school bus."

"You know, Lex has had a hard time going out since the last incident. He rarely shows interest now, so I..."

"No need to say anything, Lionel."

Locke smiled and said, "You are always welcome here."

I never thought that Luther and Dio's friendship was so deep.

Locke thought proudly:

He is indeed my son Di.

But before he could feel proud for two seconds, Locke's expression suddenly became strange.

etc.

Is this the first historic meeting between Clark and Luthor outside?

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Will they fight?

Can the little bald guy withstand two punches?

Not noticing Locke's strange expression, Lionel's eyes swept across the golden wheat fields outside the window.

"Mr. Locke," he suddenly said, "I noticed that you seemed..."

“Not very supportive of this tax reform?”

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.