Chapter 3266

The current leader of the Charabong family is not particularly talented, but they can barely be considered a competent ruler who maintains the status quo. Under their management, the income from various industries has remained relatively stable, and over these many years, they have accumulated a sum of money—a large sum for the upper class, but an astronomical figure for ordinary people.

Industrial groups have another advantage: as long as they want to raise liquid capital, they have assets they can sell. They don't need to rely on financial instruments with long repayment periods to raise funds quickly. Although selling in a hurry might affect the price, they can't afford to worry about that now.

At first, they held onto a glimmer of hope, thinking that Gordon didn't understand the chemical industry and that perhaps the price he asked wouldn't be very high. Shiler even patted his chest and guaranteed that he would definitely help them negotiate the price down.

Little did they know that this was a return to Shiler's familiar territory. He could squeeze urine out of a toad; never mind plucking a goose as it flies by—today, even if Doomsday himself showed up, Shiler would pluck every single scale off him before letting him leave.

After some investigation, Shiler deduced the limit of the cash the Charabong family could currently produce and reported this price to both Gordon and the Charabong family at the same time.

When Gordon saw the string of zeros behind that number, he nearly fainted.

Let's put it this way: the highest offer in the first round of bidding that had already taken place was merely a fraction of this number.

The members of the Charabong family, however, lost their temper. They thought to themselves that this old police commissioner must have an expert behind him; this price was exactly on their breaking point. If it were one dollar higher, they would have wavered.

But they really needed this blade too much. This price would hurt them deeply, perhaps even leaving them unable to recover for the next ten years, but if they didn't pay this money, they would have no future.

Just like that, the Charabong family offered Gordon a price he simply could not refuse. The Wayne Group wasn't unable to pay that much, but even if Fox had gone insane, he wouldn't spend that much on this matter.

Although Gordon desperately wanted Batman to take charge of the GTO, sorry, brother, they offered far too much.

"Don't be nervous, my lady. I said I would help you obtain leadership of the GTO so that no one can fight you for the property," Shiler said. "However, before that, I would like to discuss my compensation first."

Lady Charabong paused, then she smiled and said, "You have indeed done well, and you certainly deserve compensation. How much do you want?"

Shiler shook his head gently, then took out a document. He said, "I cannot accept your money privately; after all, I must consider my own personal safety. This is a commissioned management contract. After signing this, you can pay me a salary."

Lady Charabong took the contract. It didn't have any complicated clauses; it basically stated that Lady Charabong commissioned Shiler to help her manage the industry, so she would pay him a sum of money as a commission.

The amount was actually not much, just a few million, and it was an employment contract lasting three years.

Lady Charabong raised an eyebrow at Shiler. Shiler said, "This is compensation for what I did before. If you want me to do things for you later, that will have to be paid separately."

"Even so, this isn't much," Lady Charabong said. "What else do you want to do?"

"You've discovered it already, clever lady," Shiler said with a smile, clasping his hands together. "It's a small personal problem of mine that requires the power of the Charabong family to solve."

"Speak. As long as it isn't too difficult, I will find a way," Lady Charabong said, already placing herself in the position of the future leader of the Charabong family.

She knew that the people of the Charabong family wouldn't sincerely follow a vagrant like her, so Shiler was the only person she could rely on at this stage. Giving him a little sweetness was nothing.

"First, we must manage the pollution of the natural forest land."

As soon as Shiler said this, Lady Charabong frowned. Although it hadn't been many days since she shed her status as a vagrant, she had no sympathy for those poor people. She said, "Why manage pollution? It doesn't pollute us anyway. If those people die, they die; at worst, we'll just pay a little more in compensation."

"I don't mean we actually have to manage it, but the natural forest land protection fund established by Mr. Charabong needs to continue operating."

"Why?" Lady Charabong showed instinctive disgust. She wanted to overturn everything related to her younger brother.

"That's why I said it's a small personal problem of mine. I hope to become the manager of this fund after the situation stabilizes. Of course, managing it on behalf of the Charabong family."

Lady Charabong understood immediately. She was also a young lady of a wealthy family when she was a child. Although she didn't learn well, she knew a thing or two from what she saw and heard. Those fund managers were all filthy rich because there was too much room for manipulation in this thing.

Although getting one or two golden eggs was good, it would be even better if she could get the hen that laid the golden eggs.

"To tell you the truth, my lady," Shiler said with a smile, "I don't have any grand ambitions; I just want to find a place to retire early. A manager of an environmental fund is quite a good position. This is the most leisurely job I can find."

Lady Charabong also laughed. She understood Shiler's joke. In Cat Getan, the biggest stir an environmental fund could cause was the day it was established; at other times, corpses were more active than it.

"Fine, I promise you. I won't dissolve this fund and will hire you as the fund manager."

Shiler took out another contract. Lady Charabong looked at it; it was still very simple, just a normal employment relationship with nothing to exploit. So, she signed it along with the previous contract.

"Thank you so much," Shiler turned around, took a small wooden box out of his briefcase, placed it on the table, and said, "The best way to celebrate our brief victory is to have a drink, don't you think?"

Lady Charabong took the wooden box and discovered it was a bottle of red wine, and good wine at that. She was an alcoholic, and this immediately piqued her craving.

Just as she was about to call the waiter to open the wine, Shiler's phone suddenly rang.

"Hello? Commissioner Gordon? Is something the matter?... Alright, I'll be there right away. Please wait a moment."

Hanging up the phone, Shiler stood up directly and said, "Something happened at the police station related to the GTO. I have to go deal with it immediately. I'm very sorry, such fine wine can only be enjoyed by you alone."

Lady Charabong didn't want to share with others anyway, because she was used to taking drugs while drinking. Seeing Shiler about to leave, she didn't stop him, which was exactly what she wanted.

After Shiler left, she took the bottle of red wine and returned to her new house at the fastest speed. She took out the good drugs she had purchased at a high price earlier, preparing to enjoy herself to the fullest.

She took out a wine glass and poured the wine into it. The red wine emitted an alluring aroma. She lit the drugs, took a deep breath, then gulped down a large mouthful of wine, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Then, with a bang, Lady Charabong collapsed onto the floor.

At the same time, Shiler, who had arrived at the police station, said to Gordon, "My boss just said at the dinner that she would send me an important document in ten minutes, but now I can't reach her no matter what. Can you send someone to go with me to find her?"

Gordon had already received the payment from the Charabong family and was still shocked by that string of zeros. Hearing that Shiler's boss had disappeared, he thought it was the Pale Knight, so he stood up somewhat anxiously and said, "What happened to the Mayor? Has he lost contact?"

"No, not the Mayor."

Gordon had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Shiler say, "It's Lady Charabong, the heir to the Charabong family."

Now his heart, which had been hanging, was completely dead. Gordon hurriedly took some people with Shiler to Lady Charabong's house to find her.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw Lady Charabong collapsed in the living room, unconscious, with some white powder scattered by her hand.

Shiler gasped, then said, "My client has a history of drug abuse. She might have overdosed. Send her to the hospital immediately!"

The police hurriedly carried Lady Charabong out. Shiler hurriedly stopped Gordon and said, "Don't make such a big scene. The Charabong family itself is in trouble now. If people see the future leader unconscious from a drug overdose, it will all be over."

Thinking of the large sum of money lying in the GTO account, Gordon gritted his teeth and said, "Go through the back door. Don't let anyone see. Send her to the nearest hospital."

Watching their backs as they hurriedly went downstairs, Shiler revealed a smile. He had rented this house for Lady Charabong, and the nearest community hospital had long since been bought off by him.

The 2 million that Ruth had given him earlier had almost been spent, but it didn't matter. Even if Lady Charabong lost consciousness now, the contract he had signed earlier was still effective. Soon, Shiler would obtain a new few million plus the management rights to the natural forest land protection fund.

Taking advantage of the time while Gordon was also downstairs, Shiler returned to the room and took away the bottle of red wine, but didn't bother with what was left in the glass.

He wasn't afraid of the police checking the ingredients of the red wine because he had already tried it. Neither Batman nor Ruth could find anything wrong with the red wine produced by Nyarlathotep, and the evidence department of the Cat Getan Police Department was even less likely to find anything.

Arriving at the nearest hospital, the doctor's preliminary judgment was exactly the same as Shiler's: a coma caused by a drug overdose. Although she was out of danger after emergency treatment, it was unknown when she would wake up.

Shiler didn't even look at Lady Charabong again. He had already obtained what he wanted, and the Charabong family had no more value to exploit.

The hospital had been bribed by him. Even if the Charabong family and reporters knew that Lady Charabong was hospitalized, they wouldn't be able to get in for a while. Taking advantage of this time difference, Shiler could take the contract to the finance department of the Charabong Group to cash in his salary.

At the same time, he would notarize Lady Charabong's commission regarding the natural forest land protection fund to him, and then use this to advance another sum of money to enter the natural forest land protection fund.

The finance department of the Charabong Group felt a bit strange, but thinking about it carefully, it was logical. If Lady Charabong took over the group, whether she wanted to or not, she would have to solve the pollution problem of the natural forest land. Even if she didn't solve the pollution, she had to solve the public opinion. It was normal to need money.

Because they invested in the GTO, their cash was already low. They only advanced 2 million in cash to Shiler. The person in charge of the finance department might have felt that this money was a bit small, like fooling someone, so they could only ask Shiler to explain it to the future boss.

Shiler took the opportunity to suggest that since there wasn't enough money, they should donate some supplies. Even if it was just getting some equipment to install at the natural forest land to put on a show, it could at least make the protesters quiet for a while.

With the finance department coordinating in the middle, and the fact that the Charabong Group itself started in the chemical industry, they really got a lot of raw materials for purifying groundwater and neutralizing soil pollution, and even got a lot of household water purification equipment, preparing to shake it in front of reporters, saying that this was compensation for the surrounding residents, to improve their reputation.

Because they didn't think their boss would really use these things, they piled up as much as they could. They basically took out all the existing raw materials, which could be considered selling a favor to the new master in advance.

But I don't know which wicked person poked this matter to the environmental protection organization. On the first day the supplies were transported there, the environmental protection organization surrounded the place.