Chapter 304: 305. Chapter 301: We Are All Good People Naming Bonus: Galatia 2

305. Chapter 301: We Are All Good People Naming Bonus: Galatia 2

The Federation actually has counterfeit money, and quite a lot of it.

Because people discovered that the speed of making money is never as fast as printing money. Besides the huge risks involved in printing money, it seems there are no other downsides.

Life, after all, requires choosing between risk and enjoyment!

Lanse originally planned to use counterfeit money to bluff, but to his surprise, counterfeit money wasn't easy to buy, and current counterfeit money is basically in denominations of one and two dollars.

Because if you print higher denominations—five, ten, twenty dollars—people will be more careful; after all, large-denomination banknotes are often a person's one or two weeks' income.

They will definitely treat them with caution, and this caution eventually makes it very easy for counterfeit money to be detected.

After all, the reason counterfeit money is called "counterfeit" is because it isn't "real" enough. As long as it isn't real enough, flaws can always be found.

Going to talk to them with small-denomination counterfeit cash... this behavior looks stupid no matter how you look at it; you might not even be able to get through the front door.

So Lanse decided to use real money, but only a portion, not all of it.

Only the top two layers, about thirty or forty thousand dollars, were real money; the rest underneath was "double-sided real."

The address given to Lanse by the President of Balz Investment Bank through Wali was a golf course north of New Jincheng, which was frequented by wealthy people from the Bay Area; for ordinary people, they wouldn't see how good its business was.

Most of the time, its entrance didn't even have the kind of scene people imagined—packed with luxury cars, with socialites and dignitaries frequently entering and exiting.

Almost many people passing by the golf course would only find it very deserted.

But strangely, even though it was so deserted, it had persisted for so many years.

This is the cognitive gap.

For ordinary people, they think a business venue must be bustling, crowded, and packed with high-end vehicles representing status.

But what they don't know is that special social venues like golf courses aren't "instant consumption" venues.

All fees are already in hand when the membership cycle ends and is renewed.

Regardless of whether the guests come or not, they have to pay in full annually—the least being two thousand dollars, the most being tens of thousands.

And it can't receive many guests at once; it requires an appointment in advance.

So even if it's always deserted, it has never had the risk of going bankrupt.

A simple iron gate completely separated the world of ordinary people from the upper class.

This society is full of thresholds and classes everywhere, yet they are miraculously and tightly combined together.

Lanse brought Ma Duoer along. Actually, there were several other cars following far behind.

Today, everyone was dressed very stylishly. Lanse wore the latest golf attire and sunglasses, making him look very professional, though in reality, he wasn't very good at playing this.

Under the guidance of the staff, Lanse met the current President of Balz Investment Bank, Peiman.

He was swinging his club under a sunshade, and one golf ball after another was hit far away after the crisp sound of the strike.

Then the caddy would place the next one, waiting for him to hit it, and would show a surprised expression at the appropriate time to provide emotional value.

After Lanse arrived, he didn't speak to him immediately but continued to swing his club earnestly. His secretary stood between them. "Mr. President needs a moment longer; you can sit for a while."

If Lanse didn't know these people were scammers, it would actually be easy to be fooled by them.

However, now wasn't the time to expose him. He smiled, nodded slightly, and sat to the side.

The staff brought over excellent coffee—at least the kind that costs several dollars a cup—and all kinds of exquisite small snacks.

After waiting for about ten minutes, President Peiman finally handed the club to the caddy and took a towel from the secretary to wipe the sweat off his face.

He smiled and walked toward Lanse. Lanse stood up in time.

"You must be Mr. White?"

"Wali told me about you. I heard you intend to invest an additional portion of funds?"

The two didn't let go of their handshake. Lanse tilted his head slightly, and Ma Duoer immediately opened a large travel bag he was carrying, revealing neatly stacked banknotes inside.

Lanse let go, walked over, and casually picked up two stacks to put into President Peiman's hands. "I'm a person who loves making friends. A meeting gift."

President Peiman's fingers slid lightly over the edge of the banknotes; the sound and feel of the paper money flipping made him realize these were real money.

He now had to play the role of an arrogant investment bank president, not a greedy scammer. He casually threw the money back into the travel bag. "I invited you here, how could I let you give me a meeting gift?"

He became more enthusiastic and then let Lanse sit down.

"How much do you intend to invest additionally?"

Lanse tilted his mouth. "Five hundred thousand."

Peiman nodded slightly. "I thought there would be more."

His words clearly carried a deliberate provocation, perhaps wanting to show Lanse that this amount of money meant nothing to him, but it could also be to see if Lanse would impulsively say he wanted to invest one million.

However, it was a pity that Lanse didn't do as he wished. "Besides not affecting my business, this is the extra money. If I invest more, my business might encounter some trouble."

Hearing that there might be more money to squeeze out, the smile on Peiman's face grew wider. "Can your business bring you a fifteen percent net profit every month?"

Lanse seemed to think seriously for a while and shook his head. "Maybe, maybe not. It depends on whether there are orders."

"So, Mr. White, I suggest you temporarily stop your business and focus more on our products."

"A fifteen percent monthly net profit is absolutely a crazy business because it has no ceiling!"

"Perhaps you invest one hundred thousand dollars in your business and it brings you twenty or thirty thousand in net profit every month."

"But it won't make the net profit two or three hundred thousand just because you invested one million."

"But here with us, it is stable and reliable."

Lanse appeared moved. "I still need to consider it further. This isn't a decision I can make alone."

He paused, starting to chat about some matters regarding Count Balz. "I've learned something about Count Balz from the company. He is an extraordinary person. Can I meet the current Count Balz?"

President Peiman was still considering how to squeeze more money out of the "smart egg" in front of him, not expecting the other party to take the initiative to provide him with an opportunity. "Count Balz will of course meet and talk with our important clients, but you know, a big figure like him can't spend all his time and energy on everyone."

"Mr. White, I don't want to say it like this, but it is a fact that people are different."

"Some people have lower value, some have higher value. Count Balz hopes to talk to those with higher value, at least so you can have a common language and thinking."

"But it's very hard for us to distinguish whether a person has enough value to meet Count Balz, so we have a simple and crude method."

"If you invest one million, I can arrange for you to meet Count Balz!"

Lanse didn't seem to care about this number at all; he just pursued, "Is he in the Federation now?"

President Peiman said affirmatively, "Yes, he is in the Federation!"

His secretary watched Lanse smilingly the whole time. Another fool hooked!

He didn't quite understand why there were so many fools, and why these fools happened to have so much money?

He didn't quite understand—was God too partial to these people, to the point that they didn't even understand such a simple scam?

Of course, he wouldn't show it; he needed to play the role of secretary well now.

They talked for a long while, far exceeding the time President Peiman had mentioned. In the end, Lanse left the money there.

President Peiman seemed to have prepared in advance, and on the spot, he had his secretary take out an investment contract.

While Lanse was checking the contract, he checked the money Lanse had brought again. The scent emitted when the banknotes fanned out made him intoxicated!

Seeing Lanse not signing for a long time, he was afraid Lanse would go back on his word and say he wanted to take the money back. He hurriedly explained, "If you need a lawyer, we can provide one here..."

Lanse waved his hand, took out a fountain pen, and signed his name: Rice White.

"No need, I trust you."

President Peiman was overjoyed to hear this. He hurriedly signed his name and gave a copy to Lanse. "Keep this well. This can prove you are our investment client, and I will give you the highest level of treatment."

Saying the time was about right, Lanse proposed to leave, but just at this moment, Erwin ran over in a driver's uniform, looking apologetic. "Sir, I don't know why, but the car won't start!"

Lanse was immediately furious upon hearing this. "I have an important meeting later, and you're telling me now that the car won't start?"

Erwin kept apologizing. President Peiman, who was beside them, seemed to think of something and said very generously, "I'll take you; I happen to be leaving too."

Lanse glared at Erwin, then put on a smile. "Mr. Peiman, wouldn't that be too much trouble?"

Peiman, still thinking about Lanse's other five hundred thousand, wasn't afraid of any trouble at all.

"It's fine, I happen to have nothing to do this afternoon, so dropping you off is just right!"

He gave his secretary a look, and the latter hurriedly said, "I'll have the driver start the car."

Watching the driver run over, Lanse felt somewhat embarrassed. "Then that's too much trouble for you, Mr. Peiman. You are a good person!"

President Peiman couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing Lanse's evaluation of him. "You are also a good person, Mr. White!"

Lanse quite agreed. "We are all good people!"

President Peiman also nodded continuously. "Yes, yes, we are all good people!" ===== CHAPTER 305 =====