Chapter 93

"Add money?"

Ma Kaiyuan frowned, speaking with some displeasure: "Mr. Chen, if I recall correctly, you just asked for 10 million US dollars!"

Chen Yaozu on the phone, however, felt it was only natural: "If you think 10 million is too much to spare you and your family from a car accident, you can cancel the deal!"

Ten million?

To spare the world's richest couple from a car accident, charging them 10 million US dollars — that's a bargain so low it's buried in the dirt.

Even ten billion wouldn't be too much! But Chen Yaozu knew that if he opened his mouth asking for ten billion right away, then even if that car accident really was an accident, by the time the investigation finished it would turn into an accident deliberately manufactured by him, Chen Yaozu.

For the purpose of intimidating and extorting ten billion from the world's richest man Ma Kaiyuan, there would be no second outcome.

But if the asking price was 10 million, for the life-saving grace of a world's richest man, this price was far too low! This increased credibility!

Ma Kaiyuan gripped his phone tight; he hated lack of control.

But in this world, even though he was now rich enough to rival a nation, many things were ultimately uncontrollable.

"How much do you want?"

Hearing Ma Kaiyuan's inquiry, Chen Yaozu's heartbeat skipped a beat.

To tell the truth, the most money he'd ever gotten in his life was last time when he went to Las Vegas to buy supplies and swept through the major casinos, winning over 10 million US dollars.

But next, he planned to demand a reward of 100 million from the world's richest man — that's 100 million! He should be able to get it!

So he felt a slight excitement in his heart.

Although he could foresee that, for himself, 100 million US dollars actually wasn't that much.

Even if he couldn't go gamble, he was an ordinary person, right? With supernatural abilities beyond ordinary people, afraid money wouldn't come to hand — joke!

But no matter how you put it, this was 100 million US dollars; how many people in this world have 100 million US dollars? "100 million, after tax too!"

Chen Yaozu needed money now; he needed money to invest in something that could arrange several hundred job positions, and they couldn't be temporary positions — they had to be genuine long-term sustainable job positions.

This really needed money! Although, actually, several hundred job positions — a few million US dollars would probably be enough to invest and create them; he'd already gotten 10 million from the richest Ma just now, which was actually already more than enough.

But he'd never done any business, except a barbecue shop, so he had to have money to withstand risk after investing; 10 million wasn't enough! 100 million should be enough for him to invest, do business, and trial-and-error! "What the fuck! 100 million?"

100 million after tax — what's the difference from 200 million before tax? The richest Ma suspected he'd misheard; a stunned voice came through the phone: "Archbishop, are you sure you're not joking?"

Chen Yaozu knew this would be the reaction; he had anticipated it: "Mr. Richest Man, this concerns your freedom and life and your wealth empire.

This price is very fair and very cheap! I'm not exaggerating; in the divine revelation, I saw you in shackles going to prison, your business empire also torn to shreds by a pack of hyenas, completely divided up and devoured.

So, compared to your current net worth of nearly 300 billion, I think asking for 100 million is very reasonable and fair! Of course, you can also choose to refuse!"

Chen Yaozu now had nothing to fear.

He believed that the car accident at ten o'clock, the 15-car pileup, had already planted a thorn in Ma Kaiyuan's heart.

Even if he held a two-part belief toward his words, even a one-part tentative belief, it would force him to make the deal willy-nilly; just the price would probably be negotiable.

"Archbishop, let me consider it; 10 million will be transferred to your account immediately, after tax! The other deal, I'll give you an answer in half an hour!"

Ma Kaiyuan didn't make a decision right away; instead, he made a probe.

"Fine, you call me in half an hour; no waiting past the deadline!"

Sure enough, Ma Kaiyuan tried saying he'd give an answer in half an hour, and Chen Yaozu's side actually agreed.

That is to say, the danger the other party spoke of could already be ruled out for the next half hour.

Otherwise, once something happened to him, how would the other party get money from him? With this half hour, he believed he could dig up a lot of things.

Since ancient times there's a famous saying: money makes the devil turn the millstone; this saying is also an absolute truth in the West, although the literal wording may differ somewhat, the core is actually the same.

For a world's richest man, half an hour can accomplish a lot! "Boss, that 15-car pileup accident — after assessment, over 80% is accidental.

Time was tight, so we can't 100% confirm the authenticity of the leads we found.

The heavy truck that caused the accident was from Wyoming, an old driver.

A peregrine falcon attacked a wild goose in the air; the wild goose fell down and crashed head-on into that heavy truck's windshield.

The heavy truck was too fast, the wild goose's falling speed wasn't slow either; the two collided.

The heavy truck's windshield shattered to bits, and that wild goose also shattered into bloody pulp, and then it crashed.

Immediately after, the cars behind, unable to avoid in time, caused a chain-reaction collision.

So, after intelligence assessment, we unanimously believe this accident was purely accidental."

The security supervisor finished speaking and handed over a U-disk: "This is the source of the accident — the dashcam footage from that truck's cab.

Both inside the cab and the driver's field of view have recordings."

Hearing this, Ma Kaiyuan's expression was a bit complex as he took the U-disk, found a computer, plugged it in, and pulled up the dashcam footage from the time of the incident.

To tell the truth, driving on the highway at 130, even 150 km/h, and then hitting a wild goose head-on.

Honestly, that windshield no matter how hard couldn't hold up much; forget the windshield, even a sheet-metal hood hitting a chicken, the chicken could pierce through.

Ma Kaiyuan saw what he wanted to see — nothing was deliberate, everything was perfectly natural; this car accident seemed destined.

Destined that a peregrine falcon would catch a wild goose in midair, that the goose would fall and smash into the speeding heavy truck's windshield, and then destined came this chain-reaction collision.

But how did that Purple-robed Archbishop know, and know in advance? Could it really be some divine revelation?

It didn't seem impossible either!

That 100 million reward — it should be worth every penny too, right! "Boss, while we were investigating the accident, we also investigated all possibly noteworthy information.

Including that Purple-robed Archbishop!

You could say, he's in trouble!"

The security supervisor's words lit up Ma Kaiyuan's eyes; he hurriedly asked with slight urgency and excitement: "What trouble?"

……

Half an hour, neither fast nor slow; ultimately the call still came through.

When the phone rang, Chen Yaozu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart — finally hooked! Not easy!

"Hello there, Mr. Richest Man! Calling means you agreed?"

Ma Kaiyuan's hearty voice came through the phone: "Yes, Archbishop! But I won't give you one hundred million!

However, I'm willing to pay thirty million US dollars after tax to listen to God's voice! And I'll throw in a piece of news that's also quite serious for you!"

Hmm? Chen Yaozu was both amused and exasperated. He was the one selling news, but he hadn't expected Ma Kaiyuan to want to sell him news too.

It was a complete reversal of roles!

"Mr. Richest Man, I agree. Please go ahead!"

Since Ma Kaiyuan was willing to offer it as an exchange, this intelligence should still be very important.

You have to know, the difference between one hundred million after tax and thirty million after tax is several times over.

For Chen Yaozu, safety comes first, more valuable than anything! Moreover, it's not like he doesn't take money; after exchanging the intelligence, wouldn't he still have thirty million US dollars?

Ma Kaiyuan glanced at the intelligence in his hand and organized his words: "Previously in Los Angeles or New York, you Chinese-American restaurant bosses generally like to use illegal workers from their own country.

The reason! According to the intelligence we collected, besides taking care of compatriots, most importantly those illegal workers are cheap!

And these Eastern illegal workers don't have bank cards, and even if they do, they don't want to use bank cards, because every transaction made with bank cards has to pay taxes.

So these Chinese-American illegal workers' salaries can only be cash."

After finishing the setup, Ma Kaiyuan's next words got straight to the point:

"But in America, paying your workers in cash is illegal; you can transfer money or write checks.

But you absolutely cannot pay salaries in cash!

That's against the law! Basically, all illegal workers are paid in cash, and it's always been fine until now.

Later a young illegal worker appeared; after working for a Chinese-American boss and not getting what he wanted, he reported his boss.

His boss was fined two hundred thousand US dollars! And even faced imprisonment!"

Chen Yaozu sucked in a breath of cold air. A fine of two hundred thousand US dollars could directly bankrupt a Chinese restaurant.

The voice on the phone continued:

"And you, esteemed Purple-robed Archbishop, you have over five hundred people working under you, supposedly paid three hundred dollars a day.

And these people are all illegal workers.

That is to say, these people might not have bank cards to receive your transfers, or might not be willing to let you transfer money, and with high probability hope you pay them in cash.

But if you choose to pay in cash, then you're finished! Right now someone is watching your every move, and once you pay salaries in cash...

You know, because of the Disaster Area matter, there are many people who want to kill you now!"

Hiss...

After hearing this news, Chen Yaozu breathed a sigh of relief somewhat fortunately.

There really is this possibility: you pay your employees' salaries in cash, and the bank system cannot monitor your fund flow, leaving no trace.

No trace, and the Tax Bureau won't know how to collect your taxes.

And in America there's an old saying: people living in America have two things they cannot avoid: one is paying taxes, the other is death.

So, assisting others in evading tax verification is also illegal, and a heavy crime.

So Chen Yaozu, knowing this news, sucked in a breath of cold air; if he hadn't learned the news in advance, he might really have chosen to pay cash out of sympathy for those Emigration illegal workers.

"Thank you! I agree to the trade, thirty million, plus the news just now."

Chen Yaozu also revealed his own intelligence: "You entered America on a Stanford student visa without attending a single day of school, and even didn't register to study a major.

In the revelation given to me by God/Spirit, you've always been caught with this black material, just not exposed.

But now that you've supported Big Gold Hair, don't blame the other side for using your identity issue as a breakthrough.

You will be completely ruined because of this flaw!"

Ma Kaiyuan was silent for a while, and finally said thank you!

And on Chen Yaozu's side, while immersed in the happiness of already being a forty million millionaire, he also welcomed the Investigation Team of the Medical Affairs Committee.

(Chapter End)