Chapter 219

"And then, that is the true key point."

"Only by being clear about the clients' needs can we better prepare."

An apprentice asked a question, "Can we only use this clumsy method?"

"Clumsy method? Ha, let me tell you! Such an information database is terrifying. A person's preferences are completely laid bare. What they like to eat, wear, drink, and use—we can cover it all!"

"All consumption needs are clearly laid out before our eyes! There's no longer any need to rely on luck!"

"Then why can't we create needs?"

"Hehe, that's the next training project."

Louis rubbed his chin and nodded. Oh, this is artificial big data push.

666, they've played it to this point. By the way, won't doing this really get them reported to the police as stalkers?

And what is the next training project he mentioned?

Holding this question, Louis walked toward the area closer to the center.

Here, compared to the other two areas, it was much quieter. Everyone was in suits and ties, looking refined and cultured, dressed like beasts in human clothing.

Some saw him coming, but even if they didn't know him, they acted as if they hadn't seen him.

"Did you guys understand this Nine-Star Alignment Scheme?"

"I think the Broken Path Asura Scheme the General Manager mentioned is pretty good, but we don't have the force for that..."

"That one is too big. The simpler Dripping Water Rolling Bead Scheme is more appropriate. With our current scale, we can completely replicate this kind of scheme in large quantities."

"Hehe, you don't think those upper-class people don't know what our company is, do you? The Dripping Water Rolling Bead Scheme won't hold up in front of them."

"So what? Just win over a portion of them. Everyone makes money."

"Alright, alright, why don't we play the Grand Duke Fishing Scheme..."

"Hahaha! The greed in the bones of these idiots is unavoidable." Someone laughed and recounted their exploits of harvesting wealth by exploiting human nature.

"It's a pity our company can't manipulate the market yet, otherwise, a Knockoff Ancient View Scheme or a resale scheme would definitely make a huge profit."

"By the way, what happened to that congressman who wanted to come and blackmail us last time?"

"Hehe, guess? Alright, alright, he's already been dealt with by the General Manager. Three Immortals Offering the Tripod Scheme—figure it out yourself."

"..."

Watching these treacherous and cunning people showing off to their colleagues, Louis's mouth twitched even more violently.

Everyone here is a villain...

These various "schemes" actually just have nice names; to put it bluntly, they are all means of exploiting the dark side of human nature to incite conflict and profit from it.

Most are just clever tricks, useless to a true wise man; only a few overt strategies have any real depth.

Just then.

Louis heard a shrill, desperate roar, followed immediately by the suppressed cheers of a crowd.

He turned his head to look.

A familiar figure was already standing on a table in the phone area, holding a microphone and giving a loud speech.

"Poverty, there is absolutely nothing noble about it!"

"A person only has two choices: either be rich! Or be even richer! As long as you have money, when I face difficulties, I can at least get out of a stretch limousine, wearing my ten-thousand-dollar suit and a hundred-thousand-dollar gold watch to find a way! Instead of wearing a cheap shirt, walking on the road racking my brains, and finally being kicked out of my own house like a clown!

People without money are trash! Waste! God made a mistake creating them!"

"They don't deserve to live on this land!"

"Tell me, what kind of people do you want to be!"

A gold watch was thrown out.

Everyone let out an even more terrifying cheer. They scrambled for the gold watch, their eyes full of burning desire for money, like a pack of hungry wolves led by an alpha wolf wanting to tear into flesh. Facing Jordan's question, they shouted that word in unison.

"Rich people!!"

"Good!"

"Now! Immediately! Right now! Everyone get moving!"

After the crazy speech, everyone started making calls with passion. The sound in the phone area suddenly rose by several degrees.

People in other areas also watched this scene with smiles on their faces.

None of them felt disgusted, nor did they feel like they were being fed empty promises, because although Jordan used fraud to make calls, he never spoke empty words to his employees.

Every time a deal was made, or a scheme was well-planned, the profits would be distributed to the employees as bonuses in the form of percentage cuts!

Everyone here could make money! Eat meat!

This is true wolf culture.

Finishing his speech, Jordan swayed as he walked down. His eyes darted, his body suddenly shook, and he ran over in a flash, arriving in front of Louis.

"Boss."

In front of Louis, Jordan, who had just been eloquent and inspiring, completely lost that cunning tongue.

Very soon.

Louis and Jordan arrived in the office that had been prepared for Louis.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, a large space, British minimalist style, and lush green plants—it was clear that someone had been specifically hired to create this style.

"Boss, this is the company's financial report, as well as the schemes set up during this period, and the people affected: officials, wealthy merchants, the military..."

Louis took it and looked it over, asking at the same time, "It looks like you've done a good job. Have you encountered any difficulties?"

"Boss, I've solved most of the difficulties, it's just..." His eyes became a bit evasive.

Louis frowned, "Speak directly."

"Yes."

It turned out that because of the nature of the company, he had always been like a fish in water on Huaerjie, but the methods within the Thousand Sect were too many and too dirty, and some of them were already outdated.

Plus, walking by the river often leads to wet shoes; although their company's reputation couldn't be said to be known to everyone in the upper class, they had all heard of it to some extent.

Most importantly, someone had set their sights on this fat sheep. The officials they had previously found through bribery and threats could no longer hold up. Jordan had been worrying about this for some time.

"Someone set their sights on us? Who?"

"To be precise, it's the FBI."

"Those guys have been causing trouble for a while, making it impossible for me to use many of my more niche money-making methods..."

Louis froze.

Good grief, in the movie, you were taken down by the FBI, and now they've set their sights on you again. That really is...

That's not right either. Now, the Devourer Company has a large scale and a big reputation; it's perfectly normal to be targeted.

Louis thought for a moment. This was indeed a problem. It specifically depended on who exactly was targeting them. Thinking this, Louis made a phone call.

He quickly received the corresponding news.

Trouble.

According to Michael, he discovered through the Bureau's channels that the person targeting the Devourer Company was a Deputy Director of the FBI.

Actually, it wasn't just him; there was another group of interest groups around him, but he was the main one.

An FBI Deputy Director...

In the United States, the FBI is undoubtedly an important institution. Although it is relatively weak in the political field, it cannot be underestimated.

And the Deputy Director is naturally in a high position with heavy power, especially since the United States has a tradition of internal promotion. Generally speaking, there is a high probability of the deputy taking over positions like Director.

Therefore, the trouble brought by this Deputy Director was not small.

Subsequently, Louis dialed his grandfather's phone.

His grandfather quickly gave him the news, "Our family's influence is currently only large in Florida. The North and the South... you know."

"So the information isn't exactly circulating, but I got news from an old friend that this targeting of the Devourer Company is both a harvest and a warning."

"Do you remember the W Company?"

Louis raised an eyebrow. How could he forget the W Company? This was a force with a significant background that also researched the mysterious side.

"The Devourer Company actually offended the portion of emerging capitalists behind it. You guys did too much, making those guys on Huaerjie jealous."

"The FBI Deputy Director is just a figure pushed to the front; the root lies with them."

Alright.

Following the FBI Deputy Director, the true root was the emerging capitalists.

"I will use some of my connections here to see if I can handle it. You be careful on your end."

He hung up the phone.

Jordan stepped forward and said, "Boss, it seems I've been too conspicuous lately. Can we split off a portion of the funds, and then..."

"Alright, shut up. The money earned by ability—must I be forced to share it with them?"

Louis snorted. In fact, he didn't mind sharing the cake, but he could share, yet he couldn't be forced!

His fingers tapped lightly on the table.

In Jordan's nervous wait, Louis quickly opened his eyes.

"The root of the problem has been found."

"It's still because we haven't established our prestige!"

"The local capitalists are really too impolite; they have to be given some color to see before they know how to be honest."

"Boss, you are preparing to?"

"You don't need to worry about it. In a while, I'll send you a list. It's roughly the companies whose stock prices will fall next. You seize the opportunity."

Jordan nodded immediately, "Yes, I understand."

After Jordan left, Louis sat in the office thinking about how to better handle this matter.

Don't misunderstand, he wasn't thinking of backing down; he was just thinking about whether he could kill them all.

He sent a text message to his grandfather.

He received a reply half an hour later.

This was a list.

On it were some emerging capitalists on Huaerjie who supported the W Company.

After looking at it carefully, Louis was a bit surprised. Jews actually accounted for quite a lot of them. Tsk, it seems he couldn't use the method of exterminating the sect; the implications were a bit large. Doing it would be equivalent to tearing his face with the Bureau.

"Alright, it seems I can only kill a portion of them first."

He stood up.

With one step, his figure disappeared.

Huaerjie, inside a certain securities company.

The man in a custom suit answered the phone and nodded repeatedly, "Understood, I've already prepared for the sniper attack here. Not just me, everyone in this area... is prepared, just waiting for your side."

"Good, good, good, you're the boss."

The man hung up the phone, a smile appearing on his face.

"Devourer Company, this is a big fish. I wonder how much meat I can get."

At this very moment.

Dozens of companies on the west side of Huaerjie had received the news.

Vaguely, the prelude to a stock market storm targeting the Devourer Company had already been sounded.

And in a certain state in the South.

In a company that looked very ordinary, a middle-aged man in a navy blue suit looked at the documents in his hand, his eyes sharp, his face having a hint of a soldier's toughness.

"Devourer Company, heh, what a scam company. No big background and doesn't know how to restrain itself. It deserves to be eaten. Hmm? Kano family... Louis Kano holds shares?"

The term "Kano family" caught his attention.

After a slight query, he found out what had happened before, "So it's this family. They had a conflict with the company before, and later it was suppressed by Wilson."

"Hmm, Wilson and Carl Kano are good friends."

"Then let's just give them a lesson."

He casually checked the document, indicating that half of their shares should be taken away.

The man looked at other documents again. Compared to the economic documents just now, the current documents were related to the mysterious side.

"Has the Fear Phantom Project been launched in various places? Not bad, but it's still not fast enough. The progress needs to be accelerated."

"Hmm, discovered a female corpse suspected of being able to resurrect and continuously perform hallucinatory interference? Suspected of having demon or witch bloodlines?"

"Resurrection..." The man's eyes flashed with light. After writing the key points on the document.

He looked at the next document.

These documents were extremely numerous, and each one required his signature, which showed his control over those below. Normally, although this is very good for personal centralization, the disadvantage is that it is very tiring.

And the man was a soldier by origin, so he was quite tough.

It's just that, for some reason, he couldn't hold on anymore, "Cough, cough."

Looking at these documents, the man put down his pen temporarily.

"Ah, Heaven, I must go to Heaven. No, I want to live longer."

He looked at the sky outside the window and reached out his palm, as if wanting to grab something.

While the stock market storm was still brewing.

Louis had already quickly taken the list and started searching for their residences, preparing to strike first.

Don't even mention it, these guys really know how to enjoy themselves. Most of them built villas in the suburbs and rarely lived on Huaerjie.

Some of them even built a community in the suburbs.

Inside, it was all rich people like them.

A group of people gathered for dinner, talked, and contacted connections...

When Louis flew over, he saw that this group of people didn't care about the siege of the Devourer Company at all. Instead, they were still having fun, holding a pool party, with a group of beauties and men all stripped naked and enjoying themselves.

Louis, who was invisible in the sky using the Wan Huan Yi, locked his gaze precisely on several targets, squeezed his wrists, and revealed the Blood Curse Bead he hadn't used for a long time.

That's right, he was going to use the Blood Curse Bead to kill these guys.

After all, as long as he held back a little, the people killed by the Blood Curse Bead looked quite like a high blood pressure explosion.

Looking at the group of people below still enjoying themselves to the fullest.

Louis's mouth curled into a smile.

He rotated the Blood Curse Bead.

Crackle!

Crackle!

Pop, pop, pop!

Sounds like firecrackers rang out in the large swimming pool below.

One man after another fell to the ground, making a thud, landing in the water, blood overflowing from their mouths and noses, their eyes bloodshot.

Large pools of blood dyed the swimming pool red.

Even worse, their blood vessels ruptured directly, and mouthfuls of fresh blood were poured onto their female companions beside them.

Almost in an instant, the entire pool was filled with blood color.

Screams rose accordingly.

(End of chapter)