Stenson wondered if the script was wrong, or if Bnehamin's lines shouldn't be so low!
After he smacked his lips, he said with uncertainty, "What I mean is, there must be some big consortium behind the boss. For example, there's Rothschild in North America, the Logan consortium, and so on. And behind them, there's even more powerful forces, such as various associations! When we were in college, this kind of club activity or some kind of belief was particularly popular. I think the boss is at least a middle-level or high-level member of some group organization, but … what the hell is a 'Stranger'? "
Bnehamin looked at him smoking with his legs crossed, and patiently watched him finish his words. "What do you want to say?"
Stenson shrugged. "I thought the boss would be Morgan, or Roosevelt. Even if he is Asian, he may be from some Asia-Pacific consortium. I have heard of consortiums such as Mitsubishi, Mitsui, and Samsung, but I have never heard of a consortium that a 'Stranger' belongs to. Forgive me, but I study financial management. In the United States, if you study economics and don't know what a consortium is, or don't know the Rothschild consortium, then you are an unqualified manager. So, from my professional point of view, I really have never heard of a 'Stranger'."
Bnehamin blew a puff of smoke. "Yes, the 'Stranger' is indeed unknown. Didn't I just say it? You are the first 'Stranger' member in North America. You should be honored. "
"Indeed." Stenson smiled bitterly.
"I know you may be a little disappointed." Bnehamin said, "Brother Cheng also asked me to ask you a question. Do you want to be a pioneer and pioneer, or do you want to follow someone else's path? The 'Stranger' has been established for less than three months, but let me tell you, whether it is Rothschild or other consortiums and organizations, they all took centuries to achieve today's glory, but the 'Stranger' only takes a few years to grow in scale. We never force anyone to join. Everyone is voluntary. Maybe it is like this today, but in the future, not everyone can join just because they want to. In the future, even the president of the United States may not be allowed to join. "
Stenson asked, "How many members do we have today?"
Bnehamin: "This is not information you can know. You just have to remember that being able to join the 'Stranger' means that Brother Cheng has already regarded you as one of his own. In the future, if you have any needs or danger, you can use your resources as a member."
Stenson: "Then what is Brother Cheng's status in this organization?"
Benjamin: "You have no right to know this. To be exact, with your current membership, you can't really enter the power center of the Outsiders. However, we will observe you. This time, if you can build a good relationship with Jerry and make a name for yourself in the political circle, you will be promoted to a level five member, which is equivalent to a council officer."
Stenson narrowed his eyes. "Then can I understand the hierarchy?"
"Sure." Bnehamin took out a totem of a hand covering the Earth and said, "This is the Otherworldly Totem, and the Otherworldly Totem has temporarily set up a council of twelve levels, using the Winged Angel Totem as the ranking system. Level one is an angel with only one wing, and level twelve is an angel with twelve wings."
"Angel?" Stenson thought for a moment. "I remember that every organization has a purpose at the beginning of its establishment, which is the meaning of the organization's existence. Do angels mean peace? It seems like the boss is much kinder than I thought. I thought he would be a real hero! "
"Being a hero is an insult to him." Bnehamin said, "You will know his greatness in the future!"
He turned and continued, "Angels do not represent kindness and peace. That is a white pigeon. Our purpose is: adjudication!"
"Adjudication?" Stenson was a little confused. "I don't quite understand what you mean."
"It's literally what it means. Referee, decision. It's very simple. And angels are divided into seven levels, five levels below. The five levels below belong to what you call the Angel of Peace, the highest level is five; the seven levels above are called Demon Angels, a total of seven levels, a total of twelve wings! "
Stenson: "Why Angel of Peace and Demon Angels?"
Bnehamin: "It depends on the influence. If the President of the United States wants to join now, his position level is a 10-winged Demon Angel because his power can cause wars and killings. Therefore, those with too much power will be directly classified as Demon Angels, seven levels above. And you are just a weak scholar, so you can only be classified as a Level 5 Angel of Peace. "
Stenson didn't refute. "You mean, the richest businessman can only be a Level 5 member?"
"Not necessarily. For example, Gates of Microsoft, his influence is huge. He is also a wealthy businessman, but he can be a Level 7 Demon Angel Council member." Bnehamin said, "Therefore, everything is based on power and influence. It is not to tamper with the level at will."
"By the way." Stenson thought of something. "Then what resources can our organization have? I remember that other consortiums sit down for a project and have resources in terms of funds that can be shared to create economic benefits. What about us? "
"We have the ability to protect ourselves." Bnehamin said, "Remember, we can not have any economic sanctions or shared abilities for you, but we have the ability to take your life and save your life. We all understand the economic benefits of these consortiums that you mentioned. There are only eternal interests in this world, no eternal friends. You think that we, the guests, are very small now, but there is one thing you need to seriously consider. That is, none of the members of these consortiums are confident that their lives are in their hands! Therefore, what we, the guests, serve is that we provide what they worry about the most! Any financial group, as long as the benefits have reached a certain amount, will take risks out of desperation, encountering danger or even being assassinated. This isn't strange at all in history. It's also common for financial groups to kill each other, and it's hard to guard against it. But if one day, we Otherworldly Visitors appear, and we can save your life and ensure your safety, who do you think will refuse to join us? "
Stenson was excited. "You mean, the guests have their own armed army? We have our own army? "
"Yes, we do." Bnehamin coughed awkwardly. "At present, there are only 10 people!"
Stenson's originally excited expression immediately looked like he had been fed a fly. He looked at Bnehamin with an expression of "Are you f * cking kidding me?" and was very speechless.
He wanted to die.
This slogan was so awesome, and the level of brainwashing was not ordinary. With these words that Bnehamin said, who would not be excited?
In the end?
"Sir, how should I address you?" Stenson looked at Bnehamin and asked.
"Call me an emissary. In the future, I will be responsible for the admission ceremony and registration of members."
Stenson held it in for a long time but still couldn't help but ask, "Tell me honestly, is the guests engaged in multi-level marketing?"
Bnehamin choked on the cigarette he was smoking.
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