Chapter 49: Far More Than This

After Lan Si left, Jobav's assistant immediately gathered around, and the former handed the wine glass in his hand to the latter.

His assistant looked at the wine glass in his hand and felt Jobav's emotional changes, and asked softly, "Didn't talk it over?"

He shook his head, "He thinks fifteen percent is too little."

The assistant couldn't help but exclaim, "Fifteen percent is still little?"

"If he knew that all the debts added up to about nearly two hundred thousand, would he still think this money is little?"

Two hundred thousand in debt, fifteen percent is thirty thousand. Many people don't even have three hundred dollars in cash, let alone thirty thousand.

This is a wealth that is hard to resist. At least the assistant felt that if he had the ability, he couldn't refuse this temptation.

Jobav glanced at the assistant, his tone carrying some anger, "He wants ninety percent, and that's still looking at the fact that I'm an Empire person."

The assistant didn't know what to say anymore. This is too arrogant!

Jobav's mood was not very good. The bank's problems are many now, and the conflict between the natives and immigrants manipulated by politicians is causing the bank to move in a bad direction.

Depositors now have some problems with their income. Many of those illegal immigrants have lost their jobs, and they all need to take out the money they usually save.

Although it hasn't formed a run on the bank, this practice of constantly taking money out of the bank makes Jobav very uncomfortable.

What's more uncomfortable is that someone is still asking him for money.

Yes, asking for money, not borrowing money. Although these people will also sign various contracts, the money they take away will never be paid back.

For example, Mr. Williams's youngest son has already taken away seventeen thousand five hundred dollars from him.

Mr. Williams is a veteran congressman in Jincheng, who has worked here for more than twenty years, and his prestige is very great, especially in the eyes of old federal people.

Even the mayor, in some cases, is not as influential as him in this city.

Jobav met him at a capitalist exchange meeting. The two chatted a few words, just like ordinary social interaction, exchanged business cards, said a few interesting words, and then separated.

Very ordinary social interaction, but the next day, Mr. Williams's youngest son ran over and borrowed two thousand five hundred dollars.

Jobav was eager to expand his upper-class social network in Jincheng, and two thousand five hundred dollars was really not much, and the other party was willing to sign, so he lent it to the other party.

Then it was five thousand dollars, then ten thousand dollars.

When that little bastard came to him to borrow ten thousand dollars, he tried to refuse, but Mr. Williams's youngest son told him that someone rumored that Jobav's bank was suspected of money laundering business, and it was he who stopped the rumors.

If Jobav didn't hope that his bank and all accounts would be investigated, then he'd better be clear about what he was doing.

He certainly knew what he was doing. He took out ten stacks of ten-dollar banknotes from the safe, put them into a paper bag, and handed them over.

And he had to face this young man who was more than thirty years younger than him and show a flattering smile, and express sincere gratitude to the other party, just after that little bastard had just blackmailed him!

There are quite a few such people here.

If it was just a few people from the privileged class who came here to ask for money, he could still endure it. What made him unable to endure was that some businessmen borrowed money in the name of these people, and one loan was thousands or tens of thousands.

They would sign any contract, but they just wouldn't pay back the money. Besides going to court, there was no way at all. But even if they went to court and won the lawsuit, it was still very difficult to get this money back.

He threw the money lent to those privileged class people into the water, into the fire, and didn't intend to ask for it back.

But the money of those businessmen or ordinary people who relied on these people's names, he still wanted to get it back, about two hundred and twenty thousand.

If Lan Si could get this money back, he was willing to give the other party thirty-three thousand dollars, but now Lan Si only wanted to give him ten percent, which is twenty-two thousand dollars, even more stingy than him!

For a time, he didn't know what to do.

Left in his own hands, he definitely wouldn't be able to get a cent back and would have to pay a large litigation fee, or it would just sink directly.

If he found the Camille gang or other gangs, they wouldn't guarantee they could get the money back, and he would have to spend more than one hundred thousand in debt collection expenses.

In fact, even if he got this money back, at most it would be a few tens of thousands. There might be some that couldn't be taken back, and it might even directly lose more than one hundred thousand and not get a cent back.

It seems only Lan Si's proposal is the most suitable. After all... he can still get back twenty-two thousand dollars.

Looking at Jobav looking at the sky somewhat irritably, the assistant's mouth couldn't close.

"You... won't really agree to his such harsh conditions, will you?"

Jobav shook his head slightly, "You don't understand."

"In fact, I had a premonition from the beginning that this money couldn't be taken back. The current effort is just the last attempt."

"What I actually want is to let them realize that my money is not so easy to take."

"It's just that the price he offered was beyond my expectations, and I find it hard to accept."

If he doesn't let these people see his means, these people will only endlessly borrow money from him, and he can't not lend it.

In fact, his heart was already shaken, but only a little.

If he accepted Lan Si's offer, it would let other people see his weakness. This is a very difficult choice.

Lan Si didn't know that Jobav was already shaken. He soon found Mr. Bolton in the crowd. He was on the periphery of a small circle, with an ugly look of wanting to participate but not being able to join.

"Mr. Bolton.", he called out, and Mr. Bolton greeted him after seeing him.

"Good morning, see you again, Mr. Lan Si. I heard you've been doing well recently?", he was very enthusiastic. For wealthy fellow villagers, he would be very enthusiastic.

"Not bad!", Lan Si shook hands with him, "I just chatted with Gerald and wanted him to come and help me work, but he seemed to say he has to listen to you now?"

Mr. Bolton nodded immediately, "He doesn't have a federal permanent residence permit, currently lives in our house, and relies on our relationship to get a temporary residence permit."

"If he left us, there might be some trouble, so..."

"What do you plan to let him do? Although he can't leave now, but Luo Bu, you should know him, that's my son, he can also help you work. He is a smart young man, everyone who knows him says he is very smart."

Lan Si found a reason, "I just started a business, and I can only take out thirty-five dollars a month, and there is a lot of heavy manual labor."

The expectation in Mr. Bolton's eyes soon faded, "That's a pity, Luo Bu's body is not very good. His tibia was fractured, and the doctor said he couldn't do heavy manual labor..."

"But this price can be found in those illegal immigrants who are willing to do anything."

"I just saw you chatting with Mr. Jobav. Your relationship with Mr. Jobav is really good, which makes people envious, Lan Si."

"Maybe next time you chat, you can bring me along. I also have some personal insights into finance..."

Saying goodbye to the annoying and self-unaware Mr. Bolton, the morning gathering was almost over. The young people were very interested in the new work Lan Si gave them. After all, such opportunities are not many.

Most Empire people are just honestly finding a job, then taking a meager salary, and also handing over a part to the family.

What can be left for their own use is maybe a few dollars a month.

If they can do well the things Lan Si gave them, then they might have a few more dollars, or even ten, twenty dollars in their hands every month. This is full of temptation for young people in their late teens, early twenties. After all, this is the age when their hormones are restless, they need money.

In Sunday's "Today's Jincheng," it continued to mention the disadvantages of alcoholism. It seems the state government is determined to join the Prohibition Alliance, and there have been some trends in the city.

In some bars, the price of alcohol started to rise, and people were also discussing these things.

If Jincheng really starts to implement Prohibition, this is a very bad thing for many people, but there are still many people who think Jincheng cannot implement Prohibition.

Because this is one of the world's largest ports, the consumption of sailors from all over the world here is also an important part of the city's income.

Even in Jonny's bakery, there are people discussing these things.

The bakery reopened, Jonny has been discharged from the hospital, his medical insurance has reached the reimbursement limit, and he needs to pay for further hospitalization himself, and he has no money now.

The Jincheng Police Department has arrested the people who committed the home invasion robbery based on the apprentice's confession, but unfortunately, of the more than one thousand dollars robbed, only a few tens of dollars are left.

The officer in charge of this case said that when this group of people was caught, they were looking for a room full of striptease dancers, as well as countless alcoholic beverages and high-quality cigars.

But Jonny felt something was wrong, and there was no good way.

After returning to the bakery, because his arms were shattered and fractured, he couldn't make bread himself, and his daughter couldn't persist in long-term heavy manual labor. In the end, this work fell on her daughter's boyfriend.

Although Jonny was not very happy, he still passed the recipe and craft to his daughter's boyfriend.

The bakery reopened on Sunday, and many people came immediately.

People were very sympathetic to Jonny's encounter, but also very enthusiastic. They all liked the bread Jonny made.

After the busy noon ended, Jonny looked at his daughter with longing eyes. His daughter took out the painkiller from the bag on his waist somewhat impatiently, "You should use less of this, the doctor told you."

Jonny's temper suddenly became a bit irritable, "What you should do is put it in my mouth, not lecture me!"

His daughter sighed, stuffed the painkiller into his mouth. The originally irritable Jonny soon calmed down, and even apologized to her for the irritability just now.

"Jonny, there are devils living in these pills. You who have eaten it and you who haven't are two different people!", his daughter complained.

It was also at this time that the door of the bakery was pushed open, and the bell hanging on the door frame rang dinglingling. Jonny's daughter immediately said subconsciously, "We are temporarily closed, we will reopen after five o'clock."

But the person who came didn't leave, but stood at the door, looking at them, "I'm not here to buy bread."

An officer.

Jonny suddenly had a bad premonition, because today is the first week of September... ===== CHAPTER 50 =====