booktalesy Chapter 75 Little Assistant?
Chapter 75 Little Assistant?
Chapter 75 Little Assistant?
"Cough~ cough cough cough————"
Bane sat on the sofa, leaning forward and coughing incessantly.
Sofia bent down and thoughtfully handed him a few tissues with her slender fingers.
Taking the tissue, Bane wiped his mouth while thinking to himself: Bringing your daughter to a place like this, you're really something else!
Trist guessed what he was thinking.
He explained with a smile, "Sofia is my adopted daughter. Her father was my best friend, but sadly he died in the 9/11 attacks in 2001. Her mother was Ukrainian and also died in that accident."
"I see—" Bane nodded thoughtfully.
"After leaving the association this morning, I carefully reviewed the entire process of the Amazon issue you promoted, including this general negative event."
I believe you possess unique insights and abundant resources in the new medium of the internet that others lack. Therefore, I hope Sophia can learn from you for a period of time.
"You want her to join the association?" Bane couldn't help but look at Sophia, who was standing to the side like a model.
Trist nodded without any hesitation: "To be precise, I hope you can let Sophie Adam, your personal assistant, learn how you run the association."
She graduated from the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University in Chicago last year and has been working for a newspaper in Chicago ever since, so there's no need to worry about her work ability.
Upon hearing this, Bane frowned. "Are you kidding me to hire such an unknown player as a personal assistant?"
Just as he was about to refuse, Trist laughed and said, "Don't misunderstand, she'll be going back to Europe in a few months to set up an NGO. She won't be staying with you for long."
Bane did not answer, but pondered for a moment.
After thinking for a moment, he neither agreed nor refused, but instead said to Tristana, who was standing by the glass wall, "So, you asked me to come here just to talk about this?"
"No, no, no, this is just one of the reasons I came to find you." Drizzt took a sip of his wine.
He then continued, "When I voted to elect you as an executive director, I also said that the BlackRock Foundation behind me has a budget."
"However, this budget is intended for shorting Detroit."
"In other words, the Wall Street capital behind me hopes that Detroit's tax base will collapse and its credit rating will be downgraded, ultimately leading to a default on municipal bonds and forcing them to sell assets at low prices."
"So, you're planning to buy up Detroit at rock-bottom prices?"
"That's one way to understand it," Trist nodded.
He further explained, "Detroit's largest tax revenue comes from two sources: land and real estate, and the Big Three automakers and their related industries."
"Therefore, we hope the funding association will do two things."
"First, find a way to continuously depreciate the value of land in Detroit."
"Second, try to hinder the normal operation of the three major automobile companies."
"The purpose of both of these measures is to reduce tax revenue for the city of Detroit and Wayne County."
"Bane, you're so smart, you should be able to understand what I mean, right?"
Bane didn't reply, his fingers tracing the wine glass as he quietly pondered.
To be honest, whether Detroit lives or dies has little to do with him; what he's concerned about is whether he can profit from both sides.
After all, Wall Street's nature needs no further explanation.
And the big corporations in Detroit aren't exactly good people either.
In their pursuit of profits, these companies are unaware of the extent of pollution they cause both in Detroit and in other countries.
What's worse, they even ship their waste into the country, and they do it all under the guise of charitable donations, polluting the country while simultaneously receiving tax exemptions. They deserve to die.
Thinking of this, Bane took a sip of his wine and asked, "What's your budget?"
"That depends on the effectiveness of the association's efforts; the budget can be increased at any time," Trist said without giving a number.
"We need some start-up capital, right?"
"Of course, 40 in start-up capital." Trist nodded, then added, "But there's a condition: we hope this budget can address the pollution issues at the Ford Rouge plant."
"Simple." Bane replied without hesitation.
"Can you tell me your thoughts?" Drizzt asked, intrigued.
Sofia also glanced at Bane, wanting to hear his thoughts.
Bane stood up, walked to the glass curtain wall, looked down at the strippers below, and continued, "I know a stripper who has a daughter named Gwen, who is a child with lead poisoning."
"so what?"
"Simply talking about how serious the pollution is is meaningless; it's hard to make people empathize. But talking about the consequences of pollution is much more intuitive."
Ford's Rouge plant has been discharging heavy metal waste for years, resulting in severe heavy metal contamination along the Rouge River and causing countless children to suffer from chronic lead poisoning.
If we can garner public sympathy for children suffering from lead poisoning, we can naturally ignite anger against Ford, thereby bringing up Detroit's pollution problem.
Then, you can take advantage of the situation to hype up the brownfield and blackfield issues in Detroit, thereby driving down land prices in Detroit and achieving your foundation's goals.
As soon as he finished speaking, Sophia, who had been silent all along, suddenly stepped forward and said, "I have a question."
"Oh?" Bane and Drizzt both looked at her.
"In fact, many places have reported on children suffering from lead poisoning over the years, but it hasn't generated much of a response. How can you guarantee that your content will get attention?"
"Can't your foundation put in some effort and promote these things in the mainstream media?" Bane asked deliberately.
"Of course the foundation can exert its influence, but the problem is that if the news itself isn't eye-catching enough, even if multiple media outlets report on it, the public won't pay attention," Sophia said, shaking her head.
After saying that, she added, "We live in an era of information overload, and people are selective about what they read in the news."
"You're right, then we just need to find a way to make this story eye-catching." Bane looked at Sophia with a half-smile.
He wondered if Sophia's obedient and willing-to-be-his-person-assistant demeanor was just an act.
She must be very indignant, right?
That's indeed the case; Sofia was certainly not convinced.
Unlike Clarissa, even though Sofia was extremely resentful, she still believed in and obeyed her adoptive father Trist's decision.
Because Twisted Fate truly treated her like his own daughter, investing resources in her and planning for her future.
Putting everything else aside, setting up NG0 in Europe is a lucrative opportunity, as the US will have plenty of money to invest there in the future.
Based on this, Sofia, though unconvinced, still asked with a desire to learn, "So how can we make this story more eye-catching?"
"Didn't your father tell you to learn from me? Why don't you think about how to grab people's attention?" Bane also wanted to see what Sophia was really made of.
With that, he turned to Drizzt and said, "Now that we've finished discussing things, I'll be leaving."
"Wait a minute." Drizzt called out to Bane, then turned to Sophia and said, "Bane's been drinking. You drive him home."
In the United States, when checking for drunk driving, a "roadside sobriety test" is conducted first. If the test is negative, the driver is generally not taken back for a breathalyzer or blood test to measure alcohol content.
To be honest, with his current physique, he could probably drink seven or eight jin of liquor without even swaying.
However, Bane was very curious to know what Drizzt and Sophia, father and daughter, were up to.
So he didn't refuse. Instead, he looked at Sophia and said, "Is it convenient? My home is a bit far, and it's already 12 o'clock."
"It's convenient, there's nothing inconvenient about it." Sophia said expressionlessly.
"That's great." Bane reached into his pocket, pulled out his car keys, slapped them into Sophia's palm, and then turned and walked away.
Sofia, clutching the key, turned and exchanged a glance with Trist.
Drizzt gave her a loving look that only a father would give him, and waved to her.
After Sophia's figure disappeared behind the door, he let out a long sigh.
Working in Europe is difficult, and her own abilities are insufficient to give Sofia a "super start" in Europe.
The fact that Bane could rise from a dismissed project assistant to the association's executive director in such a short time speaks volumes.
Others might say it's because Clarissa supported him, and Howard cleared the obstacles for him.
But what Trist was thinking was why Clarissa would support him, and why he was able to drive Howard away immediately after Howard drove away Eunice.
Nobody would believe there wasn't a conspiracy involved.
Furthermore, Europe and America use the same internet system and are on the same internet community.
Since this guy can stir up trouble on the American internet, he can naturally replicate it in Europe.
If Sofia can obtain his resources and help, it may provide her with a significant boost in her future work in Europe.
Even if you don't get much help in the end, it's still good to learn from the association for a period of time.
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