Chapter 737: Investment and casting a net

Lanse took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and Erwen had already taken out the matches.

Accompanied by a hiss, the flame rose instantly, lighting the cigarette.

The bright cigarette butt became brighter and brighter with the suction, Lanse patted Erwen's hand, signaling him that he could take the matches away.

"Where was he caught?", he asked.

Erwen shook the matches in his hand, and in the shaking, the matches were extinguished and thrown on the ground by him.

"Near the company, someone discovered that this guy was always turning around near the company, and often carefully observed the company's gate, not looking like a good person."

"I had him caught directly. You said, if there is an incorrect situation, ensure our safety first."

"Dai Wen used some means, and he confessed everything."

Lanse had told Erwen and others that if they discovered a situation that might be wrong, they must act first and catch the person.

Caught wrong, apologize, give some money, the vast majority of people will forgive them. After all, these people themselves didn't suffer any actual harm and also got a sum of money.

Looking at the money and the unwillingness to be an enemy of the gang, they basically would compromise.

If caught right, then a danger that might make some brother leave everyone was solved before the crisis broke out.

Not much was paid, but a lot was gained, so it could be done without limit.

Even if some trouble was really caused, Lanse would come forward to solve it himself. He didn't believe it; with a congressman supporting behind him, who else could not compromise?

He thought and thought and laughed a few times inexplicably, for no specific reason, he just wanted to laugh. "Just that simple?"

"Just that simple!"

Lanse sighed; his management level of the gang clearly surpassed this era.

But shouldn't some things not be wrong even without the vision that surpasses the era?

Like this... killer, let's call him a killer for now, Lanse knew that to kill someone, he should send professional soldiers like Ma Duoer to do it.

They might not be the best killers, but they must be the most professional gunmen, and the most professional scouts, and wouldn't be caught rashly.

No matter who wants to kill him, at least they have to send a few reliable people over, instead of randomly choosing a few people who write "I am a killer" on their faces. What is the difference between this and letting them die?

Lanse shook his head. "Continue."

"They came with six people in total, he himself was responsible for watching, they weren't sure if you were in the company, so they had to figure this out."

"The remaining five people were all hiding in the hotel, waiting for him to bring the news back."

"Once your specific location is determined, they will act, but he didn't know how to act, what means to use, only knew a rough, sketchy plan."

When talking about this, Erwen also felt they were very funny, clearly a very serious matter, yet treated so casually.

Lanse nodded slightly. "Control the people first, let Burton check again, see if there are any other backhands."

"I always feel that they might be a target to attract our attention, rather than a real backhand."

"Just leave it at that."

Erwen nodded. "I have this feeling too, they are too casual.", he paused. "No other things, I'll go back first."

After confirming there were no other things, he soon turned and left.

At this time, the people who came to the cocktail party had almost arrived, and the executive CEO of the Jincheng News Group began to lead this cocktail party.

Lanse stood in the corner holding a wine glass, looking at him.

He stood in the most prominent position in the crowd, talking about some ideas about establishing a television station, and also mentioned that he would move some operas and movies to television for playback.

There were also news programs that people cared about most. In his words, as long as news happened, it wouldn't exceed five minutes, and all people watching the program would know this news.

It wouldn't exceed thirty minutes, as long as it happened within the city, it would be passed to those viewers through images.

It wouldn't exceed six hours, more detailed details would be presented in front of the viewers, and when necessary, they could even invite some critics to comment on these programs directly!

This is a great invention and a great moment that will change the world. Even illiterates will become loyal "readers" of the television station.

Because they don't need to know characters, they only need to understand what people are saying.

He described everything about television stations and television very perfectly, as if this thing would cause a completely subversive change the moment it appeared.

But not many people believed him, or believed that television stations and television businesses could create huge profits.

Capital will never teach others how to make money; they will only make other people's money, or reduce their own losses through others, and flatten their own risks.

There are many capitalists here. If they have a business that can make money, they will definitely bite a piece of the fattest meat themselves first, and then after they are almost full, they will consider letting others come to eat.

Instead of inviting everyone to sit at the dining table before the dishes are served.

It's not that there are no such "hospitable" people among capitalists, it's just that most of these people who were "hospitable" were torn to pieces and swallowed into their stomachs by the guests along with the food they prepared.

This is the most classic counter-question—

"If anyone can make money from this project, why don't you do it yourself?"

Actually, many similar situations, investment promotion, or fraud, can be broken by this one simple counter-question.

But some people are obsessed with the huge profits they fabricated, deliberately ignoring these risks.

During the period, the executive CEO of the News Group looked at Lanse's direction many times. Lanse could understand his meaning, wanting him to also stand out and say a few words that the future development of the television station is indeed good, but Lanse never did so.

He said it, then it would only set up some opponents for himself in investment, and might even make two that could be bought for one dollar become one that can only be bought for one dollar.

This is not impossible.

So his best way now is to keep silent, let these "audiences" keep questioning at all times.

The harder they question, the faster Lanse's knife will be sharpened, and the more favorable it will be for him.

The few people in the hotel don't know that Lanse is sharpening his knife not far from them. The knife has been sharpened brightly, just waiting for when to stab in.

They also don't know that they have been exposed, and are still waiting for a suitable opportunity to let the people of Jincheng see the iron fist of the Holy Bell Party!

Hotels in Jincheng are basically concentrated in the city center and the Starlight District. Other places are not very suitable for building better hotels, and those places can only be called inns.

They chose the hotel, also considering the reason that the Lanse family's control over Jincheng would be relatively strong.

Because of the particularity of the hotel, they don't think Lanse can make all hotels cooperate with them, checking the information and data of every guest staying in the hotel at any time.

Even if checked, it is impossible to know that they must be people from the Holy Bell Party.

On the contrary, those small inns on the roadside might be more dangerous, because they can completely abandon their position and be controlled most severely by gangs.

They don't need any evidence; as long as they feel you are, they will call people.

So hotels controlled by big capitalists and financial groups are the best choice at this time. This is definitely not them being greedy for enjoyment.

They chose a hotel in the city center that looked very luxurious. The more luxurious, the harder the background of the hotel, and the smaller the possibility of them being exposed.

It's just that they don't know their companions have been discovered and caught, and they don't know that this guy who always shouts to sacrifice for the Lord hasn't been able to hold on for a while.

Actually, they would be the same themselves.

The guy who stood up first and said he wanted to kill Lanse sat on the sofa shirtless, gnawing on a fruit. "We have to wait, wait until we figure out Lanse's tracks, and then act immediately."

They had driven to see it once before, and roughly understood the situation of the entire building. For these relatively "rough" people, the simplest way is to wait for Lanse to come out, then a group of people rush over and open fire at Lanse, beat him to death, and then take advantage of the chaos to leave.

He chewed the fruit pulp in his mouth and swallowed it, waving his arms and saying, "The driver go prepare the car, keep it in a running state, after we beat Lanse to death, we will directly get into your car, and then you directly drive the car away."

"Wait until the afternoon, you go and familiarize yourself with the route, the fastest route out of the city, and also have a backup plan."

"It's too damn congested here, if we are blocked on the road, it will be terrible, we have to prevent it."

The driver nodded. "I know."

Then he looked at the other few people. "We are responsible for acting directly. Before opening fire, we can shout Lanse's name to let him react."

"Remember, everyone don't be greedy to fire too many shots, as long as we hit Lanse, we leave!"

"This is their base camp, if we leave a little later, half a minute, it is possible we won't be able to leave."

"So everyone, please remember, don't be greedy for battle, three or four shots, four or five shots, leave after firing, regardless of whether you beat him to death or not."

"They will definitely arrange for people to chase us, so this road will definitely be relatively difficult, everyone must be mentally prepared."

"Once the vehicle is intercepted, we must have the determination to fight to the death..."

He explained many items, and time passed bit by bit. Seeing that it was almost lunch time, and there was still no phone call back, he frowned and already felt that something was not quite right.

Just at this moment, the hotel room door was knocked. "Sir, room service."

A person who was clearly lower in status here walked to the door, opened the door, and looked outside.

The hotel waiter stood there pushing a dining cart. "Sir, you didn't go to the restaurant to dine, so the hotel asked me to send your lunch up."

He said this and picked up a dining table cover, and used a very skilled wrist movement to make the dining table cover roll with the rising heat, forming a small cyclone.

Doing this actually doesn't make the food taste better, but it can make people feel high-end.

The fragrance of the food reached the nose of the person behind the door, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Wait."

Then he returned to the inner room. "The hotel sent lunch up, saying they didn't see us go down to dine, do you need it?"

They had been here all morning, even if they didn't do anything, they were hungry now.

Not to mention these people were when they could eat, the guy who led the team thought simply and agreed. "Just right, I'm hungry too."

Apparently they might not be truly pious in some respects, because the Lord said to restrain one's desires, which included runaway appetite.

He had just finished a fruit!

Smiles appeared on everyone's faces. The guy with low status smiled and ran to the door, opened the door. "Come in quickly."

The waiter pushed the cart into the door, completely blocking the possibility of the door closing again. He smiled and said, "Alright, sir, but please leave the door first, so my dining cart won't hit you."

The guy with low status let inside, completely giving up the position at the door. He also rubbed his hands, looking like he couldn't wait to enjoy the big meal.

Looking at those exquisite dishes, the saliva in his mouth secreted crazily. He walked quickly to the side of the dining table, facing the people who were already sitting and waiting for the food in the restaurant, and revealed a smile. "Brothers, ta-da, the delicious lunch is right..."

His voice gradually weakened and disappeared, and his expression also became a bit ugly.

Because he saw surprise, fear, and despair on the faces of his brothers.

And the source of the fear was behind him.

He slowly turned sideways, turned his head, fearing that his movement would be a little too big and cause misunderstanding by the people behind him.

When the dining cart behind him, the waiter, and a large group of people holding guns pointed their weapons at them, he revealed an ugly smile.

Who the fuck said that staying in a hotel wouldn't be discovered?

Actually, they really weren't discovered; the reason they were discovered was their good brothers.

He slowly raised his hands and said in the weakest tone of his life, "Don't shoot!"

They always said that even if they died, it was just returning to the Lord's embrace, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that he didn't want to meet the Lord that much.

Soon these people were controlled. They were taken away, and in a relatively remote small factory building of the Lanse family in the Empire District, they met their good brothers.

At this moment, they already knew why they were discovered and caught.

Dai Wen took the hook used by shoemakers to hook lines on the soles of shoes and came to them. "Before I ask questions, let's play a game with you...!"

He only discovered recently that this little thing looks inconspicuous, it is an iron rod with a sharp head, but it has an opening at the top, and has a notch similar to a barb.

This notch is used to card the silk thread in, and then drag it to the other side.

But now, its role is to forcibly break the muscle fibers, fat, and skin of the wound, and the pain it brings to people is definitely more disturbing than giving them a knife directly!

They have a long time to play this, but the executive CEO who is persuading investors doesn't have that long.

There are very few people with investment intentions, because the investment is not small.

The News Group's idea is to build a more scalable studio and shooting base, and they even proposed the idea of "television movies."

Early on, the movies and operas they planned to play were bought with money to play. Although the price is not high, movies cost a few hundred dollars each, and operas are slightly more expensive, possibly costing thousands or even thousands of dollars.

The problem is that they don't have a means of profit now. Instead of buying copyrights, it is better to shoot some content themselves for screening.

But no matter what valuable suggestions they proposed, they couldn't get everyone's favor, because they didn't have a means of profit.

This era is not like the era where the number of users determines everything in the future. Even if television is watched by many people, how to obtain profit will be a very complex problem.

Some people are already doing inserting advertisements, but the effect is not good, and it will definitely not be good.

Now those who can afford television are unusual middle-class people, the number of groups affected is scarce, and they don't have any statistical value.

Some companies are willing to advertise, but are not willing to take out too much money. They are only willing to pay a few thousand dollars a month, and they are not willing to pay more.

This little money is not enough for them to buy an opera.

In short, not many people are optimistic about these.

The board of directors' requirement for him is to promote a 5 million investment as much as possible, but now not even half has been reached.

Seeing that lunch time has arrived, he also knows that everything is over.

He ended this topic somewhat decadently, then invited everyone to have lunch together, and finally sent people away.

When he was thinking somewhat defeatedly about how to explain to the board of directors, he saw Lanse who hadn't left behind him.

"Mr. Lanse, are you waiting for the car?"

"If you don't have any special requirements for this, you can take my car first, I don't need the car for the time being."

Lanse shook his head. "Compared to taking your car, I'd rather talk to you about investment."

Looking at the executive CEO's face that gradually became full of surprise, Lanse smiled and said, "5 million is too little, I need more!"

The executive CEO didn't agree directly because of this. He invited Lanse to another more closed room, and then he made a phone call to the board of directors, in front of Lanse.

Soon both sides reached an agreement on the investment equity distribution of the television station. Lanse occupied 35%, gave 6 million directly, and others and the News Group occupied 65%.

Besides this, without affecting the normal push of programs by the television station, priority will be given to playing content recorded by the Wanli Film Company under Lanse's name... ===== CHAPTER 738 =====