Chapter 306: 307. Chapter 303: Eight Digits and Can't Eat

307. Chapter 303: Eight Digits and Can't Eat

"You are very greedy, Mr. White," the secretary looked at Lanse, seemingly wanting to see through him.

Lanse dragged a chair over and sat down. He lit a cigarette and looked out the window at the sunlight passing through the shade of the trees, shooting in from the gaps between the leaves.

Even if this ray of sunlight was only this small, it was still emitting light and heat.

Tiny dust particles danced in the air, making the invisible light seem to become tangible matter in this moment.

Lanse looked back at him. "A fraudster talking to me about greed—Mr. Secretary, honestly, it's a bit funny."

The secretary looked straight at Lanse. "How can you be sure we are cheating money?"

This was also the question he hadn't figured out. This scam only appeared on the side of the Gal Empire recently.

It could even be said that from the beginning, it wasn't a scam, because that company was indeed very profitable. Their promised rate of return certainly wasn't this exaggerated, but it was higher than the bank's.

So some people borrowed from the bank to invest in them, using the rebates to pay the bank's interest, and still having some money left over.

This was equivalent to them not putting out a cent, yet getting the investment and a two or three percent income.

If they invested enough, this was also a figure that couldn't be considered small.

But what they didn't know was that the company soon caused investment failure due to investment strategy issues. In order not to let investors withdraw their capital, the board of directors announced false news of major investment profits to the outside world, and issued a little more money than usual.

This move immediately attracted more capital inflow.

They accepted these investments, but because of certain reasons—the shadow of war, as well as domestic problems—investments weren't as smooth as in previous years, and they failed one after another.

The more this happened, the less they dared to announce the actual situation to the outside world. At the same time, in order not to let investors pay excessive attention to their business situation.

They fabricated many high-quality overseas industries and made professional fake earnings situations, while simultaneously increasing the return ratio, attracting more investment.

So these people discovered that honestly doing financial investment was far less fast than fraud, and their scale had already become very large.

But because the number of participants was still constantly increasing, they had always been able to maintain the monthly punctual rebates.

President Peiman and these people were the ones who discovered this possibility and business opportunity from it, and they were also facing a series of problems such as declining investment returns.

So a few people slapped their foreheads, followed suit, and soon had the current scale.

The irresistible rebates and the income brought by recruiting people made the victim group constantly increase. The more victims there were, the more money they got.

Many people had blindly trusted them, but he didn't understand why Lanse saw through this scam at a glance?

Lanse shook his head slightly. "Do you know?"

"Even if you invented finance, you couldn't earn so much money!"

The secretary was stunned for a while before he understood what Lanse meant. He asked incredulously, "Just because of this?"

Lanse nodded very seriously. "It's just because of this. All things that don't conform to the operating principles of this world, things that are unreasonable, are either fake or deception."

The secretary still wanted to say something, but Lanse stopped him. "I don't want to discuss with you why I can know you are cheating right now. You just need to do one thing, and that is to give me the money."

"Honestly, your scam is actually quite advanced. If I leave your lives, you can continue to cheat in other places. You still have the opportunity to become millionaires, multi-millionaires."

"You might even compensate for some of your logical errors and loopholes because of me, making the next scam smoother and earning more."

"But if you refuse, then I have to leave you here forever," Lanse put down his crossed legs and walked to the window.

That ray of light shone on his hat through the window, making his face not so obvious, but he was covered in a layer of light!

The whole person seemed to be about to melt into the sunlight!

"The scenery here is beautiful; it's a good choice for a place of eternal sleep. You consider it."

He smoked, looking at the scenery outside the window. He enjoyed this wonderful feeling.

Those rays of sunlight shone on him like substance, making him feel a sense of holiness.

President Peiman and his secretary were communicating with their eyes. I don't know how they communicated, but it seemed the two reached some agreement.

President Peiman said, "Even if we want to give you money, we can't. This money isn't on us right now."

"You let us go, and we can write you a check, and tell you where the money is hidden..."

Lanse looked at him expressionlessly and tilted his head. Yisen rolled up his sleeves and walked in front of him in Peiman's fearful gaze, and his thick palm swung and slapped him on the face!

In just this instant, President Peiman was stunned!

His ears were ringing, his brain was aching, his vision was black, and even his thinking seemed to be scattered by this slap!

Lanse took another breath. "If you think I won't do anything to you because I can't, then you can try again. I guarantee you won't last even a minute."

President Peiman didn't dare to make a sound anymore, but the secretary said softly, "A portion of the money is stored in the bank, and another portion we... hid in the cellar of the villa."

He looked at Lanse. "There isn't much cash, about two or three million, and the rest is in the bank."

"Mr. White, even if I write you a check for millions, can you take it to the bank to exchange it?"

"Will the bank believe you?"

"Also, do you dare?"

He still maintained that calm, even slightly mocking tone, although he didn't show it, Lanse could feel it.

Strictly speaking, there was nothing wrong with what he said. Not to mention millions, even withdrawing tens of thousands in cash would be very troublesome for the bank.

Not to mention the transfer of millions or tens of millions of funds.

Lanse didn't intend to let them leave here. Even if he really wrote the check, Lanse wouldn't be able to get the money with that check.

Not only would he not be able to get the money, but he might also attract the attention of the bank and the police because of their disappearance.

Seeing Lanse not speaking, the secretary continued, "I know what you want isn't our lives, but money."

"Mr. White, this money is too much; it's not something you can eat. I'll give you one million, and this matter ends here!"

"We won't call the police, nor will we look for you afterward. Take the million and live the life you want, and we won't see each other again."

One million is indeed a lot, enough to make many people waver.

But they ignored that Lanse isn't an ordinary person.

Lanse threw the cigarette on the ground and ground it with his toe. The old wooden house and the dead branches and rotten leaves that still existed around the ground after a winter are the best kindling, so he must pay attention to safety.

He reached out to Hiram, who handed him the pistol.

He stood in front of the two terrified people and looked at them. "Who can take out this money?"

"I'm tired of it. We only need one person."

The dark muzzle made the secretary's expression unable to hold up, and President Peiman was almost about to pee his pants!

"I, I can take out this money," he shouted, scrambling.

Lanse immediately raised his gun at the secretary. He pulled the hammer back, and just as he was about to fire, the secretary scrambled to say, "He can't take it out!"

"You're lying!", President Peiman shouted in shock and anger. "I am the company President!"

The secretary said, "But in our team, you are just a front-stage character!"

His meaning was very clear: he was the behind-the-scenes character.

The two were still arguing, and Lanse lowered the muzzle and fired a shot at each of their feet.

Both screamed at the same time. They enjoyed the most luxurious life brought by so much money; when had they ever suffered this kind of hardship?

The instep was pierced, a portion of the muscle was torn, and every heartbeat made them feel incomparable pain!

But this did indeed make them quiet down.

The secretary endured the pain and looked at him. "Mr. White, actually... the one who hasn't figured out the situation is you."

"Even if I transferred this money to you, do you really dare to take it?"

One sentence made Lanse fall into deep thought. After a while, he asked, "How much money?"

"Eight digits!"

Everyone else in the room gasped. Eight digits, how much is that?

Lanse also understood why they had given him the feeling of mocking him before, because this money was really too much!

So much that it made him feel a trace of pressure!

With so much money, it's too easy to track. As long as you keep a close eye on it, once this case breaks out, even the federal government might step down to investigate!

Under the requirements of the federal government, the bank will definitely cooperate, and in the end, who transferred this money to whom, how many accounts it passed through, and who finally took it away, it's impossible to miss!

Every link has the risk of exposure, which is indeed a tricky trouble.

But soon he realized that they had cheated so much money, they must have been prepared.

The secretary also seemed to have resigned himself. He said very frankly, "This money will be transferred overseas in the name of investment. These accounts and transfers are approved by the bank in advance."

"However, Mr. White, we can transfer it away, but you, you can't!"

Mr. Jonathan was handling the work in his hands. Vice President, administrative position, also responsible for the loan department, it can be said that he is now a stable winner in life.

How many steps from ordinary manager to Vice President?

Answer: As long as you can earn one million for the bank!

Anyone, as long as you can earn one million for the bank, you can also be a department manager or even a Vice President.

Capital never looks at how much ability you have, but whether you can bring enough wealth growth to the enterprise.

Some managers in Hundred-Fold Bank have their own independent offices and very high salaries, but they never work.

Some people who just joined the bank will have doubts, and even have dissatisfaction.

Why is everyone working hard, while these people are drinking coffee and reading newspapers all day, or sitting together chatting about where to do hair after work, where to consume, or things related to fashion.

But as long as they work in the bank for a little longer, they will gradually understand that these managers who take high salaries and don't work actually bring profits to the bank far exceeding those who work outside!

So they have their own independent offices and can not work, and can also enjoy everything that ordinary employees can't enjoy.

Their way of making money may not be achieved through their excellent business ability, but it may also be because they are handsome or youthful and beautiful, so people are willing to cooperate with the bank for them.

And their work is just a filler in the cooperation between two capitals, but such a filler is also a mountain peak that many people can't reach in their lives.

This world is very unfair, but also very fair.

Fair because everyone will be placed on a balance to weigh before finding their position in society.

And unfair is that not everyone's weight is equal!

He is looking at a document, which mentions some domestic production and consumption situations. The Federal Savings Bank intends to continue to cut interest rates to stimulate consumption.

Banks need to follow the trend closely, which is actually not a good performance.

Analysts inside Hundred-Fold Bank believe that the domestic consumer market has begun to weaken. If all corporate revenue is placed on exports, it is difficult to achieve everyone's expected goals, and even ensuring current profitability is difficult!

Clearly, stocks are rising every day, even if not much, but at least they are rising. Why does this situation appear?

Jonathan doesn't know very well. This document mentions stimulating more public consumption. The head office believes this is a good opportunity and can appropriately relax the review of loans, but must ensure the safety of bank funds.

To put it bluntly, it might not be easy to borrow money before, but now as long as there is collateral, you will definitely be able to borrow money, just a matter of time.

Jonathan doesn't quite understand why the head office would make such a decision, but he believes this is indeed a good policy, and it will have a certain impact on those small financial companies!

The main reason people borrow usury instead of loans from banks is that banks don't approve loans, or approve very little.

But now that the policy is slightly relaxed, some people who didn't meet the requirements before, such as those with collateral but no income, can also borrow money.

Jonathan was thinking about the things behind these policy changes when his phone suddenly rang.

"This is Hundred-Fold Bank..."

"I am Lanse, I have something to meet and talk to you about."

"Of course, no problem, you come over or I go over?"

"I'll go to you!"

After hanging up the phone, Jonathan told his secretary that someone would come later, asking him to push away other visitors or arrange new visitors later.

For him, Lanse is obviously more important than other visitors.

More than twenty minutes later, Lanse entered Jonathan's office under the guidance of the secretary.

Luxurious office.

The decoration and various home furnishings of this office might cost tens of thousands, but now here, they are just part of the Vice President's office.

Jonathan asked the secretary to send a pot of excellent coffee, and then the two closed the door.

Lanse tasted the coffee without speaking immediately. Jonathan didn't urge him either. He knew that Lanse must be thinking about how to open his mouth, which also made him feel interesting and confused. What exactly does Lanse want to say?

After a few minutes, he said, "I have a friend who wants to transfer a large amount of funds from the original account, and doesn't want people to know where the money is going. Is there any good way?"

Jonathan glanced at the closed door again and lowered his voice. "Are you helping people launder money?"

He could only think of this.

Lanse shook his head. "Not money laundering, just... I don't know how to say it, probably this meaning."

Jonathan thought for a while. "How much?"

"Eight digits."

Jonathan was stunned for a long time. "Does it include the two digits after the decimal point?"

"Jonathan, I'm not joking, eight digits, before the decimal point!"

Jonathan gasped. He also vaguely knew that this money might have a problematic source. "I need to ask first, is this matter safe?"

Lanse told the truth. "Not very safe."

Jonathan began to think seriously. He thought of many ways, but finally shook his head. "Whether funds flow on different accounts inside the bank or flow in different banks, they will leave traces of operation."

"If the trace is broken at a certain step, then find the person responsible for this step, it must be his trick."

"If no one checks this money, I can help you get it out, but such a large amount of money, as long as its owner calls the police and tracks it, it is impossible to hide!"

Lanse proposed another assumption. "What if it passes through the bank account and then transfers to overseas?"

Jonathan handed the document in his hand to him. "The document just sent down by the Federal Savings Bank and the head office, large funds leaving the country need to be applied for in advance. So much money, at this time, what you need is not just time, Lanse."

Lanse also understood his meaning, and suddenly felt a bit regretful. Such a large amount of money was placed in front of him, but he couldn't get it...

"No way at all?"

Jonathan kept shaking his head. "I really want to help you, we are friends, but we really can't do this."

Lanse was silent for a while and said, "I don't know if this news can help you, but I think maybe you can use it."

Jonathan suddenly became interested. Eight-digit intelligence must be useful.

"Have you heard of Balz Investment Bank?", Lanse asked.

Jonathan nodded. "I've heard of it, and more than once."

"They have a great reputation among free investors recently. The super high rate of return is a bit incredible. I have always felt that they might not be very regular, or they used that money in illegal ways."

"What's wrong, is your news related to them?"

At this moment, Jonathan's heart suddenly jumped, so he covered his chest, and his eyes widened. "Don't tell me, the money you want to transfer is their money!" ===== CHAPTER 307 =====