Chapter 221: 221. Chapter 219 Discussion and Sending Human Feelings and Cousin

221. Chapter 219 Discussion and Sending Human Feelings and Cousin

Lanse walked very decisively.

So decisive that he didn't quarrel or make trouble, making Buliqi feel incredible. The blonde secretary was just about to knock on the door with coffee, and saw Lanse walking out from inside.

She was a bit stunned, and a bit at a loss, looking at Lanse walking to the elevator and pressing the button, while she was poking her head toward the room.

She didn't know who the coffee in her hand should be given to, or if it should be poured out.

In a large enterprise, serving the coffee prepared for Lanse to others, even if Lanse didn't drink a sip, this is a very impolite behavior.

But this coffee really wasn't cheap. She didn't know if there would be any punishment if she poured it out. She could only stand there blankly, no one cared about her.

In the room, Buliqi didn't quite understand. "The information says that this Lanse is just a child from a local poor family, and the only thing he can take out is organizing a gang?"

He wanted to laugh a bit.

Whether a gang is scary or not depends on who you say it to.

If it's for ordinary people, for those who have no social background, a gang is someone who can take their lives. They will be very afraid.

In fact, it is indeed the case. Even if collecting protection fees by a gang is an unreasonable thing, no one will refuse.

Because they know, not paying money will cause trouble.

But very few gangs will blackmail those large enterprises. Big capitalists only need a phone call to make these gangs very troublesome.

If the information said Lanse was a person from the five major families, perhaps he would choose other methods to communicate with Lanse, or even simply not communicate, letting him earn this money.

But this was just a small gang. He didn't know what Lanse had the confidence to make him do this.

Manager Laini didn't know how to explain this matter. Even if he told Buliqi that Lanse only used half a year to stand firm in this city, he believed Buliqi wouldn't listen.

Because from Buliqi's angle, even if Lanse did some things that made people feel incredible, he wasn't at the same height as him.

"Forget it, let the legal department prepare to sue him, we can also chat with the mayor...", Buliqi soon put the focus of work on the next client, and no longer continued to pay attention to Lanse.

When the elevator door opened slowly after a ding, Lanse noticed several aggressive security guards standing outside the elevator door, and the manager who sent him to take the elevator before.

They looked at each other for a while, two or three seconds, Lanse stepped out of the elevator car. "So many people welcoming me?", he asked.

That young manager immediately filled with smiles. He thought Lanse and the company had reached an agreement, and continued to compliment. "Of course, you are our most respected guest!"

Lanse looked at him sideways with a smile. "Better be!"

This sentence made the manager's smile stop for a moment. He didn't quite understand the meaning of Lanse's sentence. Did they reach an agreement, or did they not reach an agreement?

He didn't know, but it looked like this gentleman didn't intend to quarrel or make trouble, so he continued to treat it as if they had talked.

"Of course, I respect you from the bottom of my heart, sir."

Lanse didn't talk nonsense with him, and walked toward the door with big strides.

The driver who was smoking by the parking lot next to the company saw Lanse coming out of the company building, immediately threw the cigarette butt on the ground, got into the car, and drove the car over.

"Back to the company."

After he returned to the office in the Imperial District, he let people call those representatives of the Imperial Chamber of Commerce over.

They had been very moist during this period, because they also knew that the price of grapes was soaring, and everyone's face revealed that kind of heartfelt happiness.

The thing these people liked most every morning was to buy a copy of the latest "Market News" after getting up, and then turn the page to the column of agricultural commodities to find the label of "grapes."

They would compare with yesterday's price to calculate how much money they earned again today!

This speed of making money... really too cool, and Lanse wasn't greedy, only taking away a small part of their profits. Every day when they opened their eyes, they became richer. This kind of day was fascinating!

They liked, and even loved Lanse.

After people came almost, Lanse let people close the door.

"Today, people from Liji Group notified me to talk about our contract..."

One sentence focused everyone's attention. This was related to their income problem, and they were naturally very nervous.

"Undoubtedly, our investment is correct. They think the price of grapes will rise to at least over three hundred dollars."

"In other words, our contracts are now worth at least two million five hundred thousand."

Everyone in the room was sucking in cold air. Although they knew that this money didn't all belong to them, about sixty percent belonged to Lanse.

But even if forty percent remained, this was one million!

Their total investment was only thirty-seven or thirty-eight thousand, and this was one million?

Everyone's face revealed a smile, but some also revealed an annoyed look, because they invested too little!

But next, Lanse's words made their mood, which had already started to consider buying a house or a car, fall to the bottom.

"But they don't intend to admit the legality of this contract, and plan to re-sign a new contract with us, and give us grapes at a price of two hundred and seventy."

Someone couldn't help it. "Mr. Lanse, can't agree to them, this is unreasonable!"

Lanse nodded. "Yes, unreasonable, so I refused them."

"But they will sue us, and you know, for this kind of lawsuit involving huge funds, what we have to face is not only their legal department, but also the lawyers we hired ourselves, like hungry wolves."

This sentence made everyone silent. Federal lawyers... all their lawyers will talk to you about professional ethics, but almost never talk to you about human behavior standards and bottom lines, and even less talk to you about social morality.

Because they, simply don't have it!

The more excellent the lawyer, the less humanity, because humanity will only make them make wrong choices and judgments.

In the Federation, people's judgment of whether a lawyer is successful is never based on how many fair and just things they have fought for for the weak, but on how many capitalists and powerful people they have killed fairness for.

This society is so cruel and realistic, and it is far less beautiful than people imagine.

For a case involving two million like this, wanting to find an excellent lawyer, the other party might open a basic lawyer fee of about thirty to fifty thousand, and an extra "commission" based on the case value.

Some top lawyers, they might get a super high proportion of forty percent, but even relatively ordinary lawyers will require fifteen percent or more.

Their reasons are very sufficient—give me forty percent, you can still have sixty percent.

But if you don't give me this forty percent, you won't even have one percent left!

That old man's turbid eyes were sparking. "If we find a better lawyer, we might have to take out forty or fifty thousand..."

This is the case of winning. If you can't win, keep dragging, the lawyer fee continues to increase...

Others were silent.

Someone asked. "Can we find the media to expose them?"

Lanse shook his head. "Although this is a method for us to get help from public opinion, public opinion help can't change any actual results. We have to sue. We will be bitten by both sides."

"Either be bitten by them, or be bitten by lawyers."

Two million five hundred thousand, thirty percent, seven hundred and fifty thousand, plus various expenses, about eight hundred thousand plus.

Subtracting the cost of eight hundred thousand plus, there is still seven or eight hundred thousand profit left (if the lawsuit is won, Liji Group will fulfill the contract instead of giving liquidated damages).

This is under the condition that everything goes smoothly.

But this case might not be very smooth.

After they discussed for a while, the old man finally looked at Lanse. "Listen to what President Lanse says!"

Only then did people quiet down.

Lanse looked at the old man's gaze a bit strangely. This old guy indeed had the characteristics that only the elderly could express, that is, rich experience.

Of course, in this kind of occasion, it is indeed necessary to have someone who is not on his side, rich in experience, and whose words can make people quiet down and listen.

Lanse crossed his legs. "Liji Group's market value is calculated in hundreds of millions. If they insist on dragging the lawsuit with us, we can't get any actual benefits from here."

"It is possible that just some of their phone calls can make us unable to find good lawyers, or those lawyers open amazing prices to embarrass us and force us back."

"Now this matter has actually become two things."

He stretched out a finger. "First, our money."

Then stretched out the second finger. "Second, our face."

"The former I plan to solve our problems by mortgaging this contract to the bank, giving a part of the profit to the bank."

"I think its final sales price will be over three hundred and fifty dollars. We sell this contract to them at a price of two hundred and seventy-five dollars per ton."

"This way we have a profit of about 1.5 times, about one million five hundred thousand."

"The benefit of doing this is that we have no trouble. They are not the bank's opponent."

"Then, it is the face problem."

"But this part, you don't need to help. This is our profession."

Some people at the scene made laughter. They probably knew Lanse's meaning.

"So the purpose of me finding you today is to ask if you accept this result. Each of you can get a profit of about five hundred thousand to five hundred and fifty thousand from it. Each of your investments will double."

"If any of you disagree, we can split the shares, hand them over to you to handle, or you can put forward a plan and entrust me to handle it for you, all can."

"I can guarantee that I will do my best."

The scene became lively again. Lanse took out a cigarette.

Obviously able to earn tens of thousands more legal income, now forcing him to earn tens of thousands less, he will let Liji Group know what the price of annoying him is.

Before a cigarette was finished, they finally had a decision. "Mr. Lanse, we agree to your plan."

"Actually, you can make our investment double, it is already a very remarkable miracle!"

"We are not greedy!"

Lanse looked at the old man who spoke for them. "I forgot to ask last time, how should I address you, sir?"

The old man was a bit flattered. "My name is Rogerf, Mr. Lanse, you can call me Old Luo, Roger, or Jeff."

The smile on his face made him look a few years older—wrinkles were piled together.

What a mess?

"Mr. Rogerf, you said one sentence wrong!", Lanse didn't use such a close address, but used the full name.

"What?", the old man Rogerf was a bit confused.

"That is we must be greedy. Only more greed and desire can drive us to move forward constantly."

"Not greedy, not as good as going back to farming!"

Rogerf's astonishment and the sudden laughter of some young people seemed to make time split between the two groups, but in the end, everyone unified their thoughts, even if they were still a bit unclear.

Lanse patted his trouser legs and stood up. "Since we have unified our opinions, then I will go to operate this matter now. I will notify you if there is further news..."

Lanse wanted to find a bank to take over this contract, definitely still finding Jonathan. The Baihui Bank where Jonathan worked belonged to one of the very large banks in the Federation.

It might not face comprehensive agricultural groups with a certain monopoly position like Liji Group, but if it is just a contract, they have no problem.

Jonathan heard Lanse's visit, pushed away other work, and received Lanse.

The headquarters had some information, giving him two choices, go to a slightly backward area to be a bank president, or continue to stay here, and then be in charge of all loan businesses in New Jincheng.

After a comprehensive assessment by the Baihui risk department, "Wage Loan" was considered a product with great potential. They were planning to launch a series of related businesses.

And the company's think tank team believed that society's acceptance of this kind of loan and repayment method was higher.

Because to some extent, it is equivalent to workers withdrawing wages in advance!

Currently, they only plan to do three periods at most, and the cashing ratio is 89.5 percent. That is to say, if a worker can get a total of one hundred dollars in wages in three months.

Then they can get a loan of eighty-nine dollars and fifty cents at one time, and then they cannot receive wages from the company in the next three months, because the wages are withheld by the bank.

If they run away after getting the money?

Banks won't do that kind of big-risk business. They will only do small-risk or no-risk ones.

In short, Jonathan made a great contribution to Baihui Bank, and his status had improved a lot now.

"Lanse, is there anything I need to help?", at this time, Jonathan was smiling when he saw anyone. In the banking system, every time you raise a class, it is a substantial change.

Lanse was his noble person, he knew this point.

"Do you have cooperation with Liji Group?", Lanse sat in the chair and adjusted a comfortable posture. Although he didn't explain the intention, he also let Jonathan have a little guess.

These agricultural groups have always been like this, wanting to make money from their hands?

Possible, but only allow you to earn a little. If you want to eat meat and let them drink soup, that is basically absolutely impossible.

Jonathan picked up the phone. "I need to ask."

Soon the phone was dialed to the branch in New Jincheng. After the branch president chatted with him, Jonathan hung up the phone.

"We have business dealings, what's wrong?"

Lanse handed the contract over, and also explained his intention. "I am not willing to compromise, so I thought of you."

"This contract can bring at least seven hundred thousand to eight hundred thousand profit to the bank. I believe they won't come to embarrass you."

"In other words, it is equivalent to you picking up eight hundred thousand for nothing."

Jonathan's gaze changed. He chose to stay in New Jincheng, because it was easier to achieve results here.

Although he didn't need to be responsible for a specific number now, if he could introduce a loan with rich profits, it would still be a very bright achievement.

He finished reading the contract seriously, a bit unable to hold back. "So you estimate that the price of grapes will rise to over three hundred and fifty dollars per ton in more than a month?"

He was a bit unbelievable, but Lanse's confidence made him have to believe this point. "Wait for me to make two more calls."

"Please."

A few minutes later, after Jonathan finally confirmed that there was no problem with the contract, he put it on the desktop. "The price of grapes is indeed rising fast, and it is indeed possible to exceed three hundred and fifty dollars."

"The president needs a guarantee. If its final price is lower than three hundred and fifty dollars, you need to make up for what is not enough for us."

Lanse stretched out his hand directly. "Deal."

This money was earned by the bank. He could have better contact with the bank and have closer cooperation in the future.

And giving it to Liji Group, they would only treat him as a soft persimmon.

Subsequently, a large sum of money was remitted into Lanse's account through the bank's account, legal funds.

Looking at such a large sum of funds coming in, Lanse felt comfortable all over.

As for Liji Group?

They were in big trouble!

In the evening, Patricia had just come out of the Commercial Service Bureau and saw Lanse reading a newspaper by the sidewalk. The smile on her face suddenly became vivid, and amid the heartbreak of some gentlemen, she ran over actively.

"Hi!", she jumped a little when she was about to approach Lanse, and then shouted loudly.

Pedestrians on the road looked toward this side, but soon exposed a smile. Who could expose a bad expression to a girl in love?

Lanse seemed to be frightened, and the newspaper in his hand couldn't be held and fell. Just when Patricia was about to mock him for being timid, she was hugged by him.

She was a bit shy. "So many people are looking at us."

Lanse just hugged her and didn't kiss her, which made her feel better, but even so, her face turned red.

Amid the booing of some female colleagues, she hurriedly got into Lanse's car. "Today is not the weekend."

Lanse nodded. "Something, when Barbara (Patricia's cousin) had a birthday last time, I remember you had a cousin working in customs, right?"