oking evil, Gabriel lowered his voice and asked, “Who are you planning to harm?”
“Haha! I’m a good person and never harm anyone. You’ll understand later, go ahead.”
In the United States.
The poor live in suburban villas and the rich live in urban apartments.
The two major shareholders of Koch Industries, brothers Charles Koch and David Koch, are naturally considered rich, so they live in a thirty-second-floor apartment on East 63rd Street on the Upper East Side.
The seven floors above the 25th floor belong to the Koch family and are equipped with various facilities such as swimming pools, gyms, and movie theaters.
The two brothers lived on the 32nd and 29th floors respectively, and the other children lived on other floors. There were also children who were not taken seriously and were kicked out. The two families usually had meals together. It is rare to see similar things in the United States. Family ties.
The area in Manhattan from East 61st Street to East 68th Street has quiet and elegant streets lined with green trees.
There are many top wealthy residents in the area, such as media giant Murdoch, David Rockefeller, patriarch of the Rockefeller family, Redstone, president of media giant Viacom, who acquired Paramount the year before, and so on.
This afternoon.
Same as usual, but a little different.
There was a half-year-old boy with dark skin and curly hair, riding a bicycle commonly used for delivering newspapers. He had a small military green bag slung across his waist.
On the bike path, ring the bell and ride until you reach the apartment building where the Koch brothers live.
He got out of the car and parked, his movements seemed unskilled.
He set up his bicycle, lowered his head, turned around and took out a light brown document bag from his military green bag.
The security guards standing at the door saw him approaching, smiled and shouted: “Boy! This is not the place for you!”
Each apartment is priced at more than 10 million US dollars, and is equipped with newspaper delivery and courier pick-up staff. It’s really not the place he should be.
The boy shook the document bag in his hand. Despite his dark skin, his teeth were very white when he smiled. He answered the security guard: “A gentleman asked me to help him deliver this document here. He was just two streets away. It seemed that he met It was urgent, so I took a taxi and left. The recipient yelled.
His expression was full of confusion, which suddenly turned into surprise. He clapped his hands and laughed:
“Koch!
David Koch!
Haha, what a hard name to remember.” .
You give it to him for me. The man said it is a very, very important thing.
My task is completed, please give me fifty dollars.
The gentleman said, give me fifty dollars when you deliver it.”
A White security guard, hearing the boss’s name.
He walked over and picked up the document bag. It was bulging inside. He raised his head and looked at it through the sunlight between the branches. It seemed to be a phone.
The bag says “Acquired by Dav