Chapter 489

While speaking, the President looked towards the restroom, but he didn't see the Vice President.

If he was just peeing, he should have come back.

He wouldn't be taking a dump, would he?

Thinking of this, a trace of unhappiness, or one could say an uncomfortable expression, appeared in his eyes.

He doesn't like others taking a dump in his house; the stench will permeate the bathroom, and he will also sit on his toilet and take a dump in his toilet.

He doesn't like this, but it's not convenient to say. Every time a guest comes to the house and uses his toilet, he will give the cleaner a few more dollars to let the cleaner spray more disinfectant and wash it more times.

He actually doesn't have mysophobia; he just purely doesn't like anyone else interfering with his life.

The apartment is very small, but it forms an environment full of security for him. He doesn't want this place to be tainted by other people's breath.

His gaze returned from afar and rested on Lans, waiting for his answer.

This is the point he is most curious about. He also understood the operations of these people. Honestly, it's a very standardized financial means.

Once any company loses all its liquid cash, then this company is like a lamb lying on the chopping block, at the mercy of others.

Just find a creditor to sue for debt repayment, and the company has no money, then the court will let it go bankrupt, or let it auction its industry to pay off the debt.

What to auction is not necessarily up to the company; it could also be up to the court.

Who participates in the auction and how much money can be sold is up to the gentlemen standing in front of the chopping block and sitting at the dining table.

For something worth ten million, they say it's worth fifty thousand, then it's worth fifty thousand!

The bloody and cruel plunder of capital has always been naked. In the plunder of capital, there is no such word as "decency."

Whether it's the predator's or the prey's.

However, the current situation is not too bad for the President. As long as the company's stock price keeps rising, they cannot possibly lose this "competition"!

So, he was very curious. Their final "sniper" should have already failed. Why does the young man in front of him look so... not panicked?

He doesn't understand.

Once January 15th passes, with some subsequent efforts of the company, the stock price continues to rise and warm up, their conspiracy cannot succeed at all, and it is possible that they will lose a large sum!

You know, up to now, they are still shorting the company's stock!

So he looked at Lans with a trace of inquiry and expectation, hoping he could give himself an answer.

Lans's hand turned the wine glass slowly, "This is indeed a good question. Solving it is actually not difficult; just don't let the stock price rise."

"For example..."

The President repeated this sentence of his, "For example?"

Lans picked up the wine glass and touched the President's wine glass, "The President of the Liji Group commits suicide?"

In an instant, the President was like being electrocuted, and his whole body went numb!

Then a chill appeared from the tip of his toes, and then quickly swam through his whole body!

He stood up abruptly, and the chair legs made a nasty scraping sound on the floor, leaving marks.

He hates others doing this the most, and he doesn't like these sounds, but now, he can't take care of it!

He looked at Lans's eyes filled with fear and unease. Lans swallowed the wine in his mouth, and he put the wine glass back on the table.

At this time, the sound of opening the door came from the room. The Vice President stood outside the bathroom, and he unscrewed the door of the room.

Several people wearing "decoration company" uniforms and baseball caps walked in from outside the door.

"Who are you!", his voice had changed. The Vice President took one last look at his partner of many years, sighed, left the apartment, and closed the door.

Lans picked up the dinner spoon and tongs and got some more pan-fried beef cubes on his plate, then poured some sauce on the beef cubes from the sauce pot on the side.

He added a small amount of cream to the sauce, which made the beef cubes wrapped in sauce taste better, and the milky fragrance was also stronger!

It must be said that the President's pan-fried beef cubes are indeed delicious, definitely not flattery.

In addition to the selected materials being very good, it is the kind of high-quality beef that costs tens of dollars a pound, the seasonings he used are also very good, and the heat of frying is just right.

It tastes delicious, and the side dishes are matched, making people's lips and teeth full of the fragrance of beef and beef fat.

Only the President's panicked breathing and the sound of Lans accidentally scraping the dinner plate with a knife and fork remained in the room.

He had tried his best to avoid this, but sometimes... you know, not every time can you accurately avoid this awkward situation!

Four young people passed Lans and walked towards the panicked President. He shouted for help loudly, wanting to attract the attention of the surrounding neighbors.

But he forgot that this is a high-end apartment, and soundproof materials were used during construction and decoration.

Even if the speakers next door were playing music that could annoy people to death, you couldn't hear anything through a wall!

For the first time, the President hated that his room's soundproofing effect was so good. He seemed to have forgotten that he had once praised the soundproofing measures here as strongly as he does now.

He was stunned for a moment, then rushed to the window. If he stuck his head out and shouted, maybe someone could hear!

In the city, a homeless man looked up at the outer wall of the apartment building. He seemed to have heard some sound, but it was fleeting.

In the end, he treated this sound as his own auditory hallucination. Who the fuck would shout in the middle of the night?

His attention was quickly attracted by the cigarette butts thrown by pedestrians on the roadside. He picked them up without caring if they were dirty or not, and smoked them directly.

Hiram grabbed the President's hair, dragged his head back from the outside, and closed the window.

"Fuck, let me go!", the President struggled hard, but he was met with fists!

"Pain education" is the most direct and effective way for humans to learn the rules, whether it is children, adults, the elderly, or even a dog!

In the face of pain, they can quickly master what those who control the situation need them to learn.

He was brought to the dining table, and with a bang, his head was pressed hard on the dining table.

The vibration of the dining table made a beef cube escape Lans's knife and fork and roll onto the table.

Lans glanced at Hiram sideways, somewhat dissatisfied, "I haven't finished eating yet, brother!"

Hiram was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "I'll treat you later when we go out."

Lans sighed, "There is a lot of food outside, but the beef cubes made by the President himself, this is the last meal."

He picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, then wrapped up the escaped beef cube and put it by his hand.

He looked at the President, whose head was pressed on the dining table and could only tilt his head to look at him, and smiled, "Now do you know why the stock price will continue to plummet?"

Lans lit a cigarette. Although he had drunk a little alcohol just now, he was still a bit intoxicated.

The smoke puffed out from his mouth made his vision a bit erratic. The President, who struggled a few times but couldn't break free, looked at him, his face full of panic, not the playfulness just now.

"I... can quit!"

"I can transfer my stocks to you for free!"

"I can disappear immediately. I'll go abroad, go anywhere. I guarantee I won't appear in the Federation again!"

Lans shook his head, "This is not what we want."

Others have started to clean up the traces in the room. After Lans and the others came, they sat in the living room for a while, and then came to the dining room. They hadn't been anywhere else.

Including the Vice President, he actually stood in the bathroom the whole time, not sitting on the toilet.

They cleaned up all the traces left behind very seriously, including the bowls and dishes they used.

Lans pointed to the dishes on the dining table, "There is too much here. It doesn't look like one person's portion. Take some away."

A young man took the President's dinner fork and dinner knife and adjusted the plating of the four dishes on the table, making them look suitable for only one person to eat.

They picked up the bags and took away a considerable portion of the dishes, and wiped all places that might leave fingerprints with small deer skin.

The President kept begging and promised Lans countless money, but none of it could make Lans let him go.

"You must be very curious about my name."

He looked at the panting President and smiled, "I am a small person, from New Jincheng, called 'Lans White'."

"Just that 'Lans White' whom you found a killer for, but the killer wasn't that professional and couldn't kill me."

He curled his lips, "So... good night, Mr. President!"

Lans shook his fingers twice, then walked outside. Inside were the President's cries for help!

Accompanied by the window being opened, he shouted crazily, and the shouting soon went further and further away.

The Vice President sitting in the car was a bit uneasy. His eyes were scattered, constantly looking at everything around him. He knew what happened upstairs and also knew what he would see next.

He felt he was mentally prepared, but at this moment, he still felt a burst of heart-pounding!

The sudden "bang-bang" sound made him shiver. He turned his head abruptly and saw a homeless man with a flattering look standing on the sidewalk by the car.

"Be kind, sir, just five cents. I haven't eaten for two days."

The Vice President was very dissatisfied. He was startled. He looked at the homeless man's expression, which was not very friendly, "Get out of my face!"

The strange smell on the homeless man drifted in, but he didn't leave. He still held his old, holey fisherman's hat, hunched over, "Be kind, kind sir, God will bless you..."

I don't know what kind of psychology it was, but the Vice President remained silent for a while, took out a five-dollar bill from his pocket, and handed it over.

Just when the homeless man's eyes widened and he wanted to say something, suddenly with a "bang," both of them felt the vibration of the ground.

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Not far from them, a person was lying on the ground!

It was as if... he had been there from the beginning. No one knew how he appeared.

Blood splashed everywhere. The homeless man was stunned for a while, and then he ran towards that "person," and the surrounding homeless people also rushed over.

When they turned the corpse over, the Vice President saw that broken and twisted face.

Those homeless people found a wallet from the corpse's pocket and quickly fought over the ownership of the wallet.

The Vice President, who was sitting blankly in the car, was stunned for a while, and soon saw Lans coming out of the building, as well as those people beside him.

They left in different vehicles, and Lans sat into the Vice President's car.

"You can let your friends come over. They will definitely like this news."

The Vice President knows many media reporters. As the Vice President handling the company's media public relations content, it is also one of his jobs.

He drove the car to a further place, then wrapped the receiver with a handkerchief and started dialing the phone number.

Soon, reporters arrived here one step ahead of the police. They surrounded the corpse and took pictures crazily.

More than ten minutes later, police cars came over with sirens, and dispersed the surrounding onlookers.

"Do you want to disperse these reporters?", when the police chief got out of the car, the police officer in charge of the scene order asked.

The police chief shook his head, "Keep their phone numbers. Maybe we still have places where we can use them."

Sometimes reporters will record some clues and pictures that existed before the police arrived but were destroyed after they came.

When he thinks it is necessary, he will contact these reporters.

The apartment manager has already come out, his legs are trembling!

Someone jumped off the building in the apartment. Regardless of the reason, his job might be finished!

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"Do you know who this is?", the police chief gave the manager a cigarette.

The manager didn't think about smoking at first, but after he glanced at that broken face, he couldn't help but start to retch.

Fortunately, the police chief helped him light the cigarette in time, making him feel a little better.

"This... ugh, this seems to be... sir."

The police chief had heard of this name, because not long ago, another gentleman who was as famous as this name died in an ice cave due to an accident.

He frowned. He realized that this case was not simple—

Of course it's not simple. In less than three weeks, two absolute core figures of a listed company died.

One Chairman of the Board, one Executive President. No one believes that there is no connection in this!

He hurriedly called the police chief who was responsible for the Chairman of the Board's case before, and then just asked people to maintain order.

Not long after, another police car arrived at the scene. After he told the story of what happened here, he drove away with a slightly gloating and lucky expression.

Leaving only another police chief who looked like he had eaten shit, hands on his hips, looking at the scene angrily.

"Fuck, why are you all stunned? Work!"

He shouted, headache!

Early the next morning, all the newspapers in Jincheng reported this news—

"Executive President of Liji Group Falls to His Death"

They didn't say whether it was suicide, an accident, or murder.

The scene was cleaned up cleanly. They couldn't find traces of a second person at all!

Because they couldn't find traces, they couldn't determine at all whether this was just an accident or a murder.

If this was an accident... this is clearly the best result at present. No one will have trouble.

Whether it is the police chief responsible for this case, the police commissioner, or those executors hiding in the shadows, or those black hands hiding behind the scenes.

They will not have trouble, everyone will not have conflict, and everything will be as quiet and peaceful as every day in the past.

But if this was a murder case, then the Chairman of the Board who slipped and fell into the water, whose case had already been closed, would also have to be re-investigated.

Along with his two big-shot friends, they would also be included in the investigation list!

This is very headache-inducing.

But no matter how headache-inducing the police chief is, and how headache-inducing the police commissioner is, they cannot change the fact that the Liji Group's stock plummeted again at the opening!

This time, the situation is even worse.

The senior management of the Liji Group having incidents one after another has already made the people who were already supporters of conspiracy theories start to boil.

No one will have the idea that "they are encountering conspiracies and persecution, so we need to buy their stocks to help them tide over the difficulties." Most people's thoughts are to stay away from them as soon as possible!

Including those stock investors, the massive rush to sell at the opening caused the stock to plummet.

At the same time, the Supreme Court gave the verdict in the morning, maintaining the first trial verdict of the Jincheng City Court. The Sky Garden Trading Company won, and the original verdict was maintained.

Given that the Liji Group has repeatedly interfered with judicial justice, the court issued a punitive fine of forty-five million, plus liquidated damages and late fees for liquidated damages, totaling a little over fifty million.

Really just a little bit, only more than one hundred thousand dollars.

But the destructiveness it brought is unimaginable!

The Liji Group held an emergency Board of Directors meeting and a shareholders' meeting. Everyone gathered together to discuss how to tide over this difficulty.

However, from their pessimistic expressions, it can be seen that everyone has no hope of being able to tide over safely this time!

Pop...

Not collapse, but pop, the champagne cork was pushed out by the increasing air pressure, the foamy liquid flowed out from the bottle mouth, and the people in the room all had smiles on their faces!

Lans stood in the corner, holding the goblet in his hand, and Tang Mu stood beside him.

"In a few days, our friends will announce the gambling agreement to the outside world. The entire industry will face a high-standard reshuffle."

Lans glanced at him, "They have already been beaten to death."

Tang Mu nodded and said, "So that money will be exchanged for shares, and it is a considerable amount of shares, and there are some other operations. In short, the Liji Group is finished."

He said this and paused for a while, "Actually, saying it like this is incorrect. It will still exist. After all, it can bring huge profits."

"As long as there are still profits to be squeezed out, they will not allow it to fall."

This is the Federation, this is capital politics. When capital and politics are highly combined together, they will become the most terrible thing in this world.

The golden champagne emitted a sacred brilliance in the colorful light refracted by the crystal chandelier, reflecting on every excited face!

"Cheers!"