Chapter 307: Food for the Old Men

As the new Vice President of Hundred-Fold Bank in New Jincheng, Jonathan, who was previously responsible for loan business, had seen big money.

But no matter how much or how big that money was, it was the bank's, and had nothing to do with him at all.

Sometimes when he chatted with others, someone would joke that he had seen countless money, so was he long since devoid of any desire for money?

Actually, how could anyone be devoid of desire for money?

Money and power are things that humans will never be satisfied with in their bones!

From childhood to adulthood, it has always been like this!

From the beginning of instinctively fighting for more breast milk, they have surrounded humans in different forms until humans enter society, when they will show themselves to people in the most primitive way.

Currency, and power!

So money will still make Jonathan's heart beat faster. The more money, the faster the heart beats!

Eight digits, just thinking about it makes him a bit crazy!

At the same time, he is also sighing at Lanse's courage. He dares to move this money, knowing that this is the... of several thousand people.

Jonathan suddenly froze. "This money, they didn't use it for investment?"

Lanse just looked at him without speaking. Jonathan's number of gasps today might be the total for the past half year!

If they didn't use this large amount of money for investment to make the funds roll, why would they pay such high rebates to investors?

Actually, he and the President, as well as the bank's internal discussions, are the reason why they haven't completely believed they are scammers, because there are indeed such profitable businesses now: smuggling alcohol.

The huge profit of private alcohol makes banks drool, but the federal government is grabbing it too tightly, so they don't dare to do it.

But I heard that there are directors who are also engaged in private alcohol business privately. As long as they turn around, it is one or two times the profit, which can fully support a fifteen percent rebate.

Some of them think that Balz Investment Bank uses this money to buy private alcohol, and then finds a way to smuggle it into the Federation to exchange for the greatest profit!

Three million worth of alcohol, as long as one million can get in, it can break even, and two million can get in, it can earn three million. Under such huge profits, fifteen percent is not even much.

But when he heard that this money was still in the bank, Jonathan knew that these people were scammers!

Is there a chance to take a bite out of this matter?

He thought for a while, picked up the phone. "I need to talk to a friend of mine, wait for me a while."

"Please." Lanse wasn't anxious at all, he lit a cigarette.

Jonathan picked up the phone and talked about the general situation. He didn't mention Lanse, just mentioned that he heard about this matter.

The Vice President's social range is very large. It's not strange for the President to hear about such things, but what Jonathan didn't expect was that his friend told him not to make a sound, and not to do more things.

"This matter is more complicated than you think. Don't interfere, understand?"

"I'm telling you this because our relationship is good, so I remind you of this..."

The sound of closing the door came from the receiver. After the footsteps from far to near ended, the receiver was picked up again. "They know this is a scam, do you understand what I mean?"

"People in this city, even people in the State Assembly are involved, and now they are waiting."

"If you interfere rashly, you might destroy their plan."

Jonathan was silent for a while. "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I would have caused big trouble!"

Laughter came from the receiver. "It's nothing, we are friends, we should help each other, and this matter has nothing to do with you or me, even if I tell you, there won't be any problems."

"Compared to these, have you read the document recently sent down by the bank?"

Jonathan glanced at Lanse. "I have friends here, let's talk about this problem later."

"Okay, see you later."

Jonathan hung up the phone, looked at Lanse, and rubbed his face. "The friend I just called told me that actually they know this is a scam..."

Even at this moment, when saying this sentence, Jonathan felt it was incredible!

Since they know this is a scam, why didn't anyone stand up to stop these people?

Let them cheat so much money in New Jincheng?

But when his gaze inadvertently fell on the document sent down by the bank's high-level, suddenly there was a bit of enlightenment.

The economy is actually not good. These two years, plus the shadow of war, imports and exports seem to have been increasing, but domestic consumption capacity has been downgraded.

The financial market seems to be having its final carnival. Some people are preparing for the future!

Millions of funds may not be able to make them full, but at least it can make them not hungry when they encounter danger.

"Lanse, I don't know how to say it, this matter... it's best we don't care!"

Lanse actually heard some of the things said in the receiver. He nodded and crushed the cigarette in the ashtray. "Yes, I understand."

Jonathan knew that Lanse intended to say goodbye. He stood up, walked to Lanse, and shook his hand tightly. "I am very grateful that you can trust me, so I hope you can trust me once more. Don't touch this matter. It relates to some big figures..."

Lanse nodded and interrupted his words. "I understand, don't worry, Jonathan, I won't be blinded by this money."

Jonathan had thousands of words, but didn't know where to start, and finally could only turn into a sigh.

When Lanse came out of his office, he also understood that some big figures are raising pigs, and they must be raising pigs to eat pork.

Balz Investment Bank is the pig they raised, so this money already has an owner.

Although the eight-digit funds can't be moved, he can still move the two or three million in the villa's cellar.

When he returned to the small wooden house in the suburbs, his expression had already changed somewhat.

He looked at Peiman, this President, and the secretary beside him, and a faint mockery flowed out unconsciously on his face.

The wounds on both of their feet had stopped bleeding naturally. Although Lanse couldn't see it, he knew they were already swollen.

Both of them were still having a fever.

Seeing Lanse return, the secretary licked his somewhat pale lips. "I need some anti-inflammatory medicine, I can pay for it."

Peiman also said so. They both knew that they were having a fever and were being infected by bacteria and viruses.

Fever is very terrible for humans, which means their bodies are fighting a battle that determines life and death.

If they win, it won't get worse.

But if they lose, they will die!

The secretary could at least maintain shock, while President Peiman was almost about to cry.

Their feet were already swollen beyond recognition, and even if the soles of their feet touched the ground, they would feel intense pain.

President Peiman, who had never suffered in his life, could no longer endure this, and he had already pleaded bitterly.

Looking at him, Lanse didn't feel how pitiful he was. They cheated thousands of people, some of whom might have bet their family's entire fortune on this!

Once they run away, it means these thousands of people will become nothing, and some people might even owe debts to invest in them. These people will collapse, and some will jump off the building!

So even if these two people become pitiful again, Lanse couldn't produce a trace of pity.

"Who can take me to the villa?", he asked.

President Peiman shouted hurriedly, "I can, I can, I have no problem!"

But Lanse looked at the secretary, thinking the secretary should be more suitable.

The secretary just looked at Lanse coldly. "I have the key, I know the guard, I will cooperate..."

Before he finished speaking, gunshots rang in his ears. He looked at Lanse expressionlessly, keeping the look he had just before he could continue speaking, turned slowly, and then saw a hole in President Peiman's head.

He slumped on the chair, and a lot of blood sprayed out from behind his head, as well as other things. The blood flowed very fast, and soon the blood dripped down the seat cushion of the chair.

The secretary began to tremble all over, and his teeth were chattering. He couldn't control himself in the face of huge fear!

"You... killed him!", he looked at Lanse, unable to believe, fear, fear, fluke, all of them, the eyes were particularly complicated.

If this were a movie, then just by his ability to speak with expressions now, he would definitely win some award!

Lanse put away his weapon. "Compared to those you are about to kill, I have been much more merciful."

Forty minutes later, Enio brought a few injections of special medicine, some anti-inflammatory, some painkillers.

The doctor told Enio that these could be used together, and it seemed he injected them directly for him.

It must be said that in terms of special medicine, the Federation's medical group is very capable, especially in terms of special pain-relieving injections. In less than twenty seconds, the secretary's swollen feet that couldn't touch the ground couldn't feel pain when stepping on the ground.

It seemed that the whole person was numb, and all those discomforts were escaping from his body. He had never been so comfortable!

"I hope you can cooperate with us, don't make me use some means."

The secretary looked at President Peiman and nodded slowly. He had already figured out the status quo. "I will cooperate with you."

Two second-hand cars from elsewhere soon arrived at the villa area mentioned by the secretary. The guard didn't stop them. The secretary said he needed some workers to do something for him, and the guard let them in directly.

The villa area was very quiet. Two cars stopped slowly in the villa's garage. Under the leadership of the secretary, they found the entrance to the cellar outside the house.

When the cellar was opened, a moldy smell came out.

This period didn't have those particularly high-end polymer materials, and most of them used very ordinary materials, even in the villa area.

A group of people entered the cellar and soon saw the banknotes piled up in the cellar, some of which had already grown mold.

"Fuck!", Yisen cursed. "Don't they care about this money at all?"

Lanse walked to the corner where the money was piled and checked it simply. "They don't care about this money at all, because this money isn't their own."

"Although there are mold spots, it can still be used after processing. Move it all away."

The banknotes themselves have various bacteria, plus the cellar's temperature is suitable, and water vapor penetrates from the surrounding walls. With such a comfortable environment, it's hard for mold not to start growing.

There were also some scattered money on the ground, all of which were picked up.

When leaving, Lanse also took the secretary. If they left by themselves and the secretary died here, their suspicion would be very great.

Even if Lanse and the others have a good relationship with the police, this case can't be suppressed.

Jonathan said it very clearly, there are many big figures paying attention to this matter, if they find someone jumping out to take the blame, they will definitely not let go of this opportunity.

By then, it might be the state police to solve the case, not the local police.

To make everything look more real, they didn't leave immediately, but went to the villa.

Lanse let them make some... work movements, while he sat on the sofa with the secretary.

The secretary was a bit nervous. "I have done as you said, Mr. White."

He was reminding Lanse that he was very cooperative, don't kill him.

He was very nervous, Lanse shook his head slightly. "I won't kill you now, don't worry."

He said and paused. "Do you think I'm smart?"

The secretary said sincerely, "You are one of the smartest people I have ever seen."

This is saying good things about Lanse. He thought Lanse would be very happy or happy, but Lanse was still shaking his head. "No, no, no, I am not the smartest person."

"I had several friends before, each of them was so smart that they didn't look like humans!"

"I am very proud, rarely will I admit that I am not as good as others, but in front of those few people...", he seemed to suddenly fall into deep thought, recalling the days when he was in the time of losing freedom and getting along with those people.

After thinking for a while, he smiled, "... I am the least smart among them, although I have always felt that I am not stupid."

"But even so, I, those who are much smarter than me, were finally caught."

"This shows that there is actually no lack of smart people in this world, right?"

The secretary didn't know what he meant, and could only nod. "Yes, it is indeed so, no one can always be the smartest, there will always be someone smarter than them."

"I recognize your statement, do you smoke?", Lanse took out a cigarette and handed it over. The secretary took it and put it in his mouth.

Nicotine can directly penetrate the blood-brain barrier, even painkillers cannot eliminate its stimulation to the brain.

This makes happiness double directly!

He narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly enjoying the calmness and sense of security brought by the cigarette.

Lanse continued, "I am not the only one who saw through your scam, there are many others who saw through your scam, but do you know... why they didn't expose you?"

The secretary was already ninety percent calm at this time. He flicked the ash. "Why?"

"Because they are waiting for you to become the most plump and beautiful moment!"

Lanse's words made him lose his mind for a moment. After he came back to his senses, he shook his head with a smile. He didn't believe this point. "Maybe it's possible, but you are too exaggerated."

"If someone really saw through it, they would have called the police long ago."

Lanse pursed his lips, suddenly a bit pitiful, pity is not his fate, but his stupidity, and those who were cheated even more stupidly!

"If they called the police, or poked your lies, the money would only be taken by those who were cheated, do you understand what I mean?"

"They didn't poke you, not to let you return the money to the cheated!"

When saying this, the secretary already understood. He looked at Lanse woodenly, his lips moved, not willing to believe this was true.

"Do you know why I suddenly stopped talking about letting you transfer money?"

Without waiting for the secretary to answer, he took the initiative to say, "Because someone told me that I can't move that money!"

He took the last puff of smoke, picked up the rag on the table to extinguish the cigarette, and then wrapped it in a piece of paper and put it in his pocket.

"Let's go, time is almost up."

Two cars soon left. The guard still didn't check and smiled and bent over to respectfully send the secretary away from his warm little home.

The car returned to the small wooden house in the suburbs. When approaching the small wooden house, the secretary had already noticed something wrong, but now he had no way to resist, he was surrounded by people.

Not to mention whether they have guns, he doesn't think he can defeat these two people in hand-to-hand combat!

When the car stopped steadily, he saw a pit dug next to the small wooden house, and President Peiman was already lying in it.

Lanse didn't even invite him into the house, which also made him realize that there was no chance!

"Can you give me another cigarette?"

"Also, do you have painkillers?"

"I'm afraid that when the bullet hits me, I will be afraid of pain."

Lanse asked someone to inject him with painkiller again. He lit the cigarette tremblingly, his eyes a bit out of focus, "... So, from the beginning, our fate was already doomed."

He seemed to be asking Lanse, but in fact, this is an affirmative sentence. He had already felt that even if Lanse didn't kill him, he wouldn't live long.

Lanse nodded slightly. "So, I'm sorry, Mr. Secretary, you go first, soon your companions, and some people who were cheated by you will come to accompany you."

The secretary suddenly laughed, laughing until tears came out. "We have been terrified for so long, and in the end... haha, it wasn't ours at all!"

Maybe it was the smoke choking him, he coughed violently, coughing until his waist couldn't straighten up.

After he coughed for a while and straightened up again, the half cigarette accidentally fell to the ground.

He looked at the half cigarette and suddenly sighed heavily. "Can you give me another one?"

Two squirrels in the distant tree were curiously looking at the creatures next to the small wooden house. Suddenly, the gunshots echoing in the valley made them jump, and they ran back to the tree hole.

Gunshots were echoing throughout the mountain forest, bang... bang... a little more would be a bit impolite.

The two threw the secretary's corpse into the pit. Lanse lit a cigarette, took a puff, stood beside the secretary, and put it in his mouth.

Not long after, the raised sand began to cover everything... ===== CHAPTER 308 =====