Chapter 231

Selik's emotions fluctuated somewhat when he saw the male lead.

After all... they were also good friends who slept in the same bed.

But it was definitely not a positive fluctuation, because he vaguely realized the reason for the male lead's appearance here.

Meeting again was after the protagonist had been abandoned by him; of course, the male lead didn't know yet that he had been abandoned, and instead, he was a bit moved.

Because... Selik had actually done so much for him, which made him feel that Selik was truly good to him, not that kind of hypocritical goodness.

He originally had no good feelings for Selik and even thought he was a pervert, but now, that dissatisfaction with Selik, or rather that feeling of disgust, began to disappear.

Looking at him, there was no longer fear, anxiety, or hatred in his eyes, only calmness and a kind of "greeting" that he felt the other party could understand.

Besides the male lead, the director also came; he was carrying a small filming device and looked a bit awkward because he knew what he was here to do today.

"Is there a bed inside?", Lanse asked.

Eniao pushed open the inner door, confirmed it, and ran out, "Yes."

"Very good, please have our gentlemen enter the room."

Selik took a deep breath, which made his lower abdomen, which was already aching faintly, start to hurt significantly; his face turned slightly pale, "What are you going to do?"

Lanse glanced at Jielaer, "I want to play a game with you."

"You always like to use various means to force others to obey your orders; you trample and distort their dignity and personality, just to please your strange sexual fetishes."

"Now, I will give you a choice."

"This is the ninth floor; I will throw you out of the window, or let you experience the feeling that those you have humiliated have endured."

"You can refuse, and then the earth will be your final destination."

"But you can also accept the new experience I give you; this might make you understand how to respect others."

"Enter the room, or I will throw you down; you can make your choice now."

Hailamu pushed open the window, and a strong wind blew in, making the curtains flap loudly; Selik remained silent, his face pale.

He no longer said any harsh words because he knew these people might really do it, really throw him down from here.

At this moment, he thought of a lot.

Under the threat of death, people actually mostly think about these things: regrets in life, the beauty of life, and what they wanted to do but haven't done yet.

Most of it is this kind of stuff, and because of this, a strong desire to survive arises.

He turned his head and glanced at the director, looking at the filming equipment in his hand; he knew this was the thing that would make him shut up completely.

Death or dignity, he had to choose one.

The male lead walked to his side and whispered, "I will be careful."

"Fuck!", Selik looked at him and cursed, but the male lead didn't seem to mind and just smiled.

"It seems you have made your choice, so please enter the room..."

The producer was a bit confused, "Then I... what should I do?"

Lanse smiled and said, "You and Selik lie on the bed together; the evil you have done yourself will one day happen to you!"

Selik was half-helped and half-pushed into the room, and then the director, with a bitter expression, also followed into the room; as the three people's clothes were taken back, and under the threat of the pitch-black gun barrels, they finally let go, no matter how reluctant they were...

Sometimes the more you want to achieve something, the less you can do it.

More than thirty minutes later, the director walked out of the room, "Next time there is a job like this, please don't come to me again."

The moment the door opened, there was a smell of excrement; I don't know who did it.

But this is normal; after the sphincter is deceived, the intestines will produce an almost instinctive peristaltic reaction, and if one can't control it, it comes out.

Selik lay on the bed with red eyes; he cried, while the producer had an indifferent expression, instead feeling... this might be a good opportunity for him to advance further.

After all, who else has had this kind of experience?

At the very least, even if he does poorly, Selik will protect him.

The male lead showed some... slightly tough momentum, "We have done as you said, can we leave now?"

Looking at Selik, who remained silent and kept his head down, Lanse smiled and made a gesture of "be my guest."

"We can talk more, but before that, you had better take a shower."

Lanse fanned his hand in front of his nose, "It smells a bit."

The male lead and the producer didn't actually have much of an emotional change, only Selik had an expression like he had lost his family.

However, in the end, they accepted Lanse's suggestion and stayed in the bathroom for a long time, using up more than half a bottle of soap and body wash, and even used up half a bottle of free perfume.

Selik, sitting back in the chair, was a bit uncomfortable; his butt hurt, so he could only sit on one side.

"Originally, I considered how to solve your trouble; actually, from my perspective, the destruction of the body is not the best choice, but it is the most effortless."

"I am a person who is very afraid of trouble.", Lanse's tone was very sincere, but he frowned slightly; the strong perfume smell was a bit pungent.

He had Eniao open the window and then lit a cigarette, as if this would make him feel better.

"If I kill you, there will still be a lot of trouble, which means I would have to deal with many more people."

"Your family, your children...", Lanse sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his left hand hugging his chest, and his right elbow pressing on his left arm.

"You are different from those ordinary people; your family has the qualification and power to take revenge; to avoid trouble, I can only do that."

"Perhaps your ex-wife too?"

"And then her new family; we would deal with many people, and many people would die because of you."

"Just as I told you, I am afraid of trouble."

"So I changed my approach."

"I won't use this film to threaten you to do anything, but I hope that in the future, wherever Jielaer appears, don't let me see you."

"Otherwise, all federal citizens will know a piece of news that will shock them!"

Watching Lanse about to say those contents, Selik said, "Stop talking!"

"I will not come to Likailai State again."

The terrible "local customs" here made him feel desperate, and it also made his butt hurt!

This was definitely the worst trip he had ever experienced; New Jincheng and this... Xigu City, are fucking terrible!

The police here are inactive, the politicians are inactive, and even the gangsters are fucking inactive!

Actually unwilling to take action against them just because this group of people came from New Jincheng?

When did gangsters and politicians become so unified in their choices?

However, Selik didn't completely give in; he looked at Lanse, "You caused the company to lose a large sum of money; the company will definitely find a way to hold you accountable."

"They will continue to sue you, or find ways to recover the losses from other aspects."

"I am not threatening you or being unconvinced; I am just stating a fact to you; you caused us to lose at least a million."

Lanse waved his hand as if shooing away a fly, "You lost at most two or three hundred thousand; don't talk to me about this, I'm not interested in it."

"And you have to understand, it was you who caused all this, not me."

"I hope all this can give you a lesson, letting you understand that your social status and your power are not capital to be reckless with!"

"There is always someone above you, Mr. Selik!"

Lanse stood up as he said this, "You can call the police, you can go to those politicians, or even go to other gangs or even hitmen, but my advice is, before doing these things, use your brains to think carefully about whether you can afford the consequences."

"If we have another meeting, I hope you are standing, not lying down!"

He walked to the door, Jielaer handed him the hat from the coat rack, Lanse pinched the hat, "See you again, gentlemen."

The group left as cleanly and neatly as they had arrived; Selik stood up immediately, his expression full of pain.

"Damn it, help me call an ambulance..."

After coming out of the hotel, Lanse asked the director to keep the film safe; the value of its existence is actually not the moment it is finally exposed.

But rather that it is hidden in some unknown corner; just as people often say, an unfired gun is the most threatening.

Unused film is the most terrifying.

Lanse pointed to a few young people to stay here, "You stay with the crew; maybe you can even show your faces in the movie or something."

"In short, if someone causes trouble, beat them hard."

"If you can't beat them, call us..."

He walked to Jielaer's side, "Call me earlier next time you encounter trouble; we are all brothers!"

Jielaer hugged him, "Yes, we are all brothers."

Lanse patted his shoulder and let Jielaer release him, "If someone comes to trouble you, push everything onto me."

He pressed on Jielaer's shoulder, "Keep working hard; I look forward to the day you become a big star..."

Lanse felt that this matter might not be over yet, because now it's not just about him and Selik, but also about Selik and the male lead and the producer.

How can a socialite let two lackeys know about this terrible thing that happened to him?

Not to mention one who was fucked with him, and the other who fucked him; he will definitely find a way to make these two people shut up.

I hope his actions are clean and neat...

After an easy errand, upon returning to New Jincheng, Aerwen told him that Laini (manager of the New Jincheng branch of Liji Agricultural Group) had called him several times.

Lanse called back.

"Mr. Lanse?"

"Yes, did your discussion have a good result?"

It could be heard that Laini's voice in the receiver was full of apologies and regrets, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Lanse; as Buliqi is a commissioner sent by the headquarters, it is difficult for me to change his decision."

"He is determined to have the company's legal department sue you, so... you have to be prepared to respond to the lawsuit."

"Honestly, I tried to persuade him privately, but he expressed strong dissatisfaction with the contract we signed now; however, if you are willing to make some concessions."

"He is willing to represent the company and sign a new supply and sales contract with you for two hundred and fifty-five..."

Lanse actually knew they would be like this from the beginning, "So this is the final news you brought me, is it?"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid that's the case."

Lanse directly rejected his proposal, "No need to talk; I am disappointed in your integrity."

Laini never took this kind of "attack" to heart; he had heard much worse insults many times, in many ways.

As a super agricultural complex with a monopoly position, although everyone is a federal citizen in terms of identity, he just feels he is a bit more noble than ordinary people.

"Then Mr. Lanse, you had better find a qualified lawyer; if you lose the lawsuit, you might not get a single cent and will have to pay us a large amount of compensation."

Lanse didn't give him a good look, although he also knew that the decision-making power for this matter lay with the company headquarters, "I hope you can still laugh in the future."

After saying this, he hung up the phone; Laini looked at Buliqi, who was sitting next to him, "He refused; you heard it."

Now most of the contracts have been settled, leaving only some difficult characters.

Lanse is one of them; until now, Buliqi doesn't understand how Lanse is so firm that grapes will definitely skyrocket!

Unless he got some inside information, or it is really as he guessed, that there was some back-door deal with someone in the company.

But this is also unlikely; if Lanse were a capitalist or someone from the other two group companies, perhaps he would have this possibility.

But he is just a gang leader; does he understand what futures are?

Does he understand what finance is?

So in the end, he still saw this as a low-probability event; as for why Lanse insisted on a five-fold penalty for breach of contract, that is a mystery.

"If he doesn't agree, he doesn't agree; arrange for a lawyer to sue him..."

He began to focus on other work; during this period, he settled 70% of the contracts in New Jincheng, which made the company's board of directors very satisfied with his work results.

He had already heard from his backer that the board of directors was considering whether to let him become a senior partner.

He could hold shares, or even join the board of directors!

Just this once, he "saved" the company at least ten million in losses; if they didn't give him a reward for such a great contribution, it would be too unreasonable.

The more this happened, the more perfunctory his attitude became toward Lanse and even Laini, because these people couldn't interest him.

He needed to focus on higher-level matters.

Laini looked at Buliqi's appearance and curled his lips—a useful and ruthless tool.

However, for the sake of being colleagues, he still gave a reminder, "This is New Jincheng; gang influence is very strong, and you have offended many people; it's best to be careful when going out."

Buliqi raised his head and looked at Laini; he didn't know what he wanted to say originally, maybe he changed his mind in the end, and finally said "thanks for the reminder," then lowered his head and immersed himself in his work again.

After six o'clock in the evening, Laini looked at Buliqi, who was still working, and reminded him that it was time to get off work, but after receiving the question "you get off work so early," he shut his mouth and left the office.

Buliqi kept busy in the office until after eight o'clock before he stretched and ended his day's work.

After listing some data, he proposed some new ideas to the headquarters: not only should the grape contracts be completely breached, but contracts for other crops must also be completely breached.

He analyzed the price changes in the market and referred to the intensity of prohibition in New Jincheng; he believed the price of grapes might exceed four hundred, not three hundred and fifty.

Like other crops that can be used to make alcohol, there will be significant increases, starting at least at two times, and more could be three or even five times.

These are the company's profits; if these profits are eaten, then before June, the company can complete this year's projected profit target, and the rest will be extra profit!

This will make Liji's stock very popular in the market, thereby realizing a doubling of the company's wealth value!

As for reputation?

For big capitalists, when reputation is not worth money, they don't care about it; only when its price is higher than money will they care about it.

He wrote several pages of reports eloquently and then planned to fax them to the headquarters.

But when he noticed that it was already late, he realized that faxing it at this time would be of no use.

There was no one else working on the empty office floor, but the bright lights were not turned off.

He didn't feel fear because of this; instead, he felt a kind of... power that he couldn't describe.

It gave him the illusion that "I am the master here."

He walked past every desk, imagining those people still sitting in their seats, respectfully greeting him; a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Senior partner!

He stood in front of the elevator waiting for it, humming a little tune for a change.

As the elevator arrived and took him to the first floor, Buliqi's level of pleasure had reached its peak!

New Jincheng is actually a very good place; it has a rich nightlife, very suitable for successful people like him.

After a busy day, about to become a senior partner of the company, find a place to relax.

"Mr. Buliqi, do you need me to arrange a car to take you back?"

The manager in the lobby on the first floor took the initiative to greet him; as a commissioner, Buliqi naturally had some privileges.

He thought for a moment, "Yes, arrange a car for me..."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Buliqi stood at the company entrance waiting for about three or four minutes; just as he was about to lose patience, the young man drove over personally.

"Mr. Buliqi, the drivers have all left, so I will take you personally tonight; where would you like to go?"

The young man's attitude made Buliqi feel comfortable; he got into the car, "You must be more familiar with New Jincheng than I am; are there any fun places nearby?"

That slightly ambiguous tone already revealed his thoughts.

The young man immediately said, "I know a great place, with the most beautiful girls and the finest wine here..."