Who are you? Frank's eyes shifted several times, unsure of Mike's intentions.
FBI or CIA? The other party didn't seem to be here to arrest him.
In an instant, Frank thought of many things.
Yes, he was currently a "fugitive," and the crime he committed was not small—international fraud.
It was only because he had previously organized a small charity fundraising event on New York street, and who knew that among the donors were foreign tourists.
Of course, in addition to this fundraising, Frank himself was a professional con artist, with total alleged amounts reaching tens of millions.
Therefore, his being targeted by the FBI this time was self-inflicted.
"Who I am isn't important. But I know that right now, someone might need a little help." After Mike gave Frank a meaningful glance, he boarded the private jet with Needy.
Speaking of Frank, his appearance and demeanor were indeed very similar to Jordan (the Wolf of Wall Street), just younger, only in his early twenties.
And Mike knew that this person had a very legendary experience.
Although his IQ couldn't compare to a super genius like Sheldon, Frank's learning ability and adaptability were absolutely top-notch.
Having dropped out of school at fifteen or sixteen, he studied bank checks on his own and forged checkbooks that were almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
Then, he used his "charm" to distract the bank tellers and used fake checks to "steal" small amounts of money from the bank multiple times.
This behavior helped him get through his difficult teenage years.
Yes, Frank dropped out of school because his parents divorced, and he was awarded to his irresponsible father, Frank.
Having such a family made Frank very lacking in love, leading him down the path of crime.
As he grew up, he also discovered that he had unique talents for learning and performance, and he used these abilities to impersonate teachers, lawyers, and doctors to profit himself.
And he succeeded every time.
It must be said that for smart people like Frank, once they lose their bottom line, their money-making efficiency is fast.
This is exactly the talent King Group needs.
Mike believed that with a little guidance, the other party would become a talent no less than Jordan.
Of course, as for how to choose his life, Mike also left the decision to the other party.
At this moment, Frank, standing outside the private jet's cabin door, had a very complex expression. He was weighing the pros and cons, considering whether to board this plane.
'The man from before seemed to know a lot about me…'
For Frank, whose life experiences were not glorious, this was not a good thing.
Finally, after hearing the FBI agents' movements at the airport entrance, Frank stepped onto the private jet in front of him.
How much worse could the situation get? At least he wouldn't be locked up in prison right now.
As the cabin door closed and the propellers started, the private helicopter slowly ascended.
Frank pressed against the cabin door and saw the many FBI personnel who arrived below.
'I almost got caught…'
With a hint of excitement on his face, Frank felt fortunate about his choice. He even saw Senior Agent Carl among the agents just now.
If there was anyone Frank was most afraid of seeing right now, it was undoubtedly Agent Carl.
It was that Senior Agent who, through meticulous investigation, discovered Frank's disguise and then pursued him relentlessly, seemingly determined to send him to prison.
"Which flight just took off?" On the runway, Senior Agent Carl looked solemnly at the airport management.
He had been chasing the suspect for several months, even missing Christmas with his family, and he almost caught the other party.
Now, to let the other party "fly" away right before his eyes, this feeling certainly wasn't good.
"That's Genovia's royal private jet, it's not under our jurisdiction…" The airport management was startled by the FBI Senior Agent's expression, secretly wiping cold sweat while trying hard to explain.
"Genovia's private jet… this makes things difficult…" Involving a diplomatic incident, Carl couldn't act on his own.
After helplessly watching the private jet fly away, Carl shouted with a grim expression: "Stand down—!"
As for how to handle Frank's matter next, this Senior Agent still needed to consult his superiors.
On the private jet, royal bodyguard Amy was focused on flying the plane, while secretary Eileen in the co-pilot's seat was slightly turned to the side, introducing Princess Mia's situation in Genovia to Mike in the back.
Mike himself was comfortably leaning back in his seat, listening to the girl talk while sipping on the royal wine on the plane. On Mike's other side was Needy, with a cold expression and two swords on her back.
When Frank entered the main cabin, this was the scene he saw.
'So they're not flight attendants!'
This was Frank's first reaction, and then he looked at the handsome man in the plane with a strong presence.
It was that man who saw through his identity and was also willing to invite him onto the plane.
"What is your purpose?" Frank walked up to Mike and stood still.
There's no such thing as a free lunch, and this saying is very practical in the current scenario.
"Join King Investment and work for me, and I'll help you solve your troubles." Mike didn't beat around the bush.
The reason he was willing to help Frank before was because he valued this guy's abilities.
It was like recruiting Jordan, a form of "talent" acquisition.
"King? You're that mysterious behind-the-scenes boss in Wall Street?" A hint of surprise appeared on Frank's face.
Legend had it that the King Group, which recently emerged on Wall Street, had a very capable behind-the-scenes boss. There were even rumors that the mysterious boss was very young and handsome.
Frank, being proficient in deception, was naturally well-informed about the news in New York, and he had heard many rumors about that mysterious Wall Street boss.
Now, looking at the incredibly handsome young boss in front of him, Frank confirmed the other party's identity.
"So, what's your answer?" Mike wasn't interested in explaining too much and once again chose to get straight to the point.
Still, the same old saying: King Group was already on the right track. Although talent was rare, it wasn't indispensable.
And although Frank currently seemed to be living a prosperous life by using his petty cleverness, without life goals or hope, his life of indulgence would soon fall into self-destructive emotions.
Just like Jordan before, extreme desire and enjoyment would bring endless trouble.
Even in the future, Frank, who created truly indistinguishable counterfeit money, would, after completely losing himself, even make the crazy move of "scattering money" on the street with a powerful blower.
Of course, he wasn't that "crazy" yet, and he still had value worth "saving."
"But why? I mean, do you know my current situation?" Frank saw that Mike wanted to recruit him, but he still couldn't quite believe it.
After all, he knew very well what kind of "stuff" he was.
"I'm giving you a choice, not asking you to ask questions." Mike swirled his wine glass, speaking leisurely.
Why so many questions?
Giving Frank a choice was also helping him. After all, after becoming a "workhorse" for King Group, he probably wouldn't have so much time to think about irrelevant things.
This was a win-win in disguise!
Frank saw that this boss in front of him had a somewhat overbearing personality. He pondered for a moment and thought: This isn't bad either! Maybe working on Wall Street is a good choice.
Like all children who lack love, Frank, while hating his father's lack of "responsibility," also wanted to stand tall and prove himself in front of him.
Previously, the scams Frank pulled, while making him look like a "successful person," he knew that money earned through such disreputable means would not be approved by his somewhat old-fashioned father.
Now the opportunity had come. As long as he entered Wall Street and had a job that others envied, he could meet his father with a new identity, and even become his pride.
"I can work for you, but I have a lot of troubles, including the FBI." Deep down, Frank still longed to be "redeemed."
It's just that he also knew how difficult it was to turn back from the path he was currently on.
"As long as you're willing to join, I'll take care of your troubles shortly…"
Mike raised a glass of red wine and handed it to the other party, saying with a smile: "Welcome to King Group."
As for Frank's concerns, they were not a big problem for the MIB.
At worst, Mike could just call the people he knew in the FBI later; isn't that how relationships are built?
…
And then, Frank found himself inexplicably joining King Group. And this trip was also counted as an employee business trip, the kind with subsidies.