Chapter 102: Breaking Rules

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In Chapter 102 of "Rebirth as an American Tycoon": "Man, is it easy to sneak a meal like this? Not only do you have... Discover the next events!

"Man, is it easy to sneak a meal like this? Not only do you have to get someone on the bus, but you also have to walk them home?" someone complained. Being too young, they didn't have the guts to just leave after the fun. "Cut, good, keep this energy for the next scene." A loud crash was heard. "Alright, that's a wrap. We're done for today." Just as they got into the right mood, Mother Nature decided to interfere. No one could tell if it was rain or snow, but either way, it meant no more shooting. London could never become Hollywood, weather was one of the reasons. In those days, there was no computer editing to fix the lighting; it had to be perfect in the first place. After three days of constant rain, it was tough on the girls working hard to hone their acting skills. They learned day and night about some rather indescribable things. Whether or not they mastered the art of seduction, there were no extra shots in the action films they were making next. It was essentially a job that benefited from practice. As shooting continued, everyone noticed the obvious improvements. It seemed the director had been teaching her a lot. Well, the bad weather could be considered a blessing, though it was costly. Otherwise, they would've continued shooting for months. ... The nightlife in London was fantastic. Whether it was heart-wrenching rock or the latest disco trend, London's night scene quickly shed its daytime disguise, easily consuming those stodgy and old-fashioned norms. With blaring music in his ears, William White reminisced about the reckless years of his life. The night was full of temptations, and he was already fired up. Thank goodness he'd been burning a lot of energy lately, or he'd have a hard time keeping up. One big gulp of ice wine, and those feelings seemed to vanish. Once reason took over, the world became clear again. His work in London wasn't over yet. He needed to keep a clear head and finish the job before letting loose completely. ... The filming in London was wrapping up. The ten-day schedule for shooting exterior scenes extended by five days. School had already started, and William White had to return and apply for leave. Even though William wasn't in the US, stories about him were. The Hunter family started going wild, pushing silver prices to 50 dollars. A frustrated Fed began looking for banks to guarantee for them. Without enough deposit, guarantee companies and exchanges started force-selling. Despite having a vendetta with the Hunter family, William White didn't support this behavior since it lacked legal backing. No matter how rotten the Hunter family was, they were still legitimate. This was Pandora's box; if they could do it once, they could do it again. "Damn, it doesn't matter, but the thing is, today they can bleed the Hunter family dry, tomorrow it could be me, or even you, which is absolutely unacceptable." "Hmm, I see, what did you take to start seeing things this way?" Bush Jr. seemed unimpressed. "George, tell your old man exactly what I said. I don't believe he wouldn't care." "Is this really that serious?" "Sigh, I could defeat them in business, why rely on external forces?" "Alright, I get it. I'll pass on the message, but you stay quiet for now." "Fine, consider you owe me a favor." "Alright, alright, you win, I owe you." William worried because he still held half of the gold shorts. If bleedings became a habit, life would get unbearable. ... "Ha, even that kid gets scared sometimes, interesting." "Dad, are you saying he has a lot at stake here?" Bush Sr. looked speechless at his son. "He's warning some people not to overdo it, or it'll end badly." "Damn, he's threatening those old geezers?" Ignoring his son's vulgarity, Bush Sr. calmly replied, "Some people are being far too greedy, and dissatisfaction isn't limited to William White. If handled poorly, it might all blow up. They'd be fools not to worry." "Is it really that serious?" "In no more than ten years, he'll be the nominal richest man in America. What do you think?" The current richest family's house was being bled dry, and the next in line had a reason to be worried. ... "Bam, that bastard, taking advantage and then acting all innocent." As a representative figure of the Gold Group, Russell Smith should not have been so rude. Today, these people were not his nephews or subordinates; each was a figure in the limelight. "Old man, the guy has a point. What's unrestricted power? You should've known that back in Auschwitz." Gold was their common interest, but other matters were not so clear-cut. Bush Jr. didn't understand what William White meant, but his father did. It wasn't about money; it was about breaking the rules. Breaking the rules isn't impossible, but the elites are beneficiaries of these rules. If they recklessly break them, are they planning to side with the Russians? ... The rising smoke in the desert areas was an aftermath of the oil crisis. Until alternative energy sources appear, there will be no peace over there. The old folks need to consider the Hunter family's conditions; otherwise, it will become a disaster. And the ones taking the blame would definitely be them. With gold continuously devaluing, William White counted money every day, and the ones losing the most were naturally the desert tycoons. ***** https://www.patreon.com/Sayonara816.

Chapter 102: Breaking Rules

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