Chapter 747: Gratitude

Wealth that doesn't belong to one's own class and can't be obtained normally is always the biggest test and challenge to a person's humanity.

It's a pity that Tim failed in this test.

He touched those gold bricks, looked at the unsigned transfer agreement, turned to the bookcase, opened the cabinet door, reached out and slid on the pages of the books on the second row of shelves, and finally muttered the name of a book.

"It's right here!", his hand suddenly stopped, pointing to the book, and the book title he kept muttering was the same.

He took this book out, then reached out and inserted it through the gap left by this book. In the hidden corner of the cabinet board, there was a metal dial.

He pulled the metal dial hard, heard the sound of the lock spring opening, and then inserted the book back.

Then closed the cabinet door, and came to the other side of the bookshelf, grabbed the cabinet door and pulled it towards his direction hard.

A secret door appeared.

Federation people, or people with power and influence all over the world, like to engage in secret doors and like to engage in basements.

In the world, there are designers who specifically serve the powerful and use visual differences to hide some secret rooms. Among them, there are some outstanding people, and their design manuscripts are sky-high prices.

Like the design drawing of the castle specifically built for "Queen Mary", it is worth millions of federal Sol in the auction.

And these design drawings are often accompanied by some special rumors, such as "undiscovered treasures" or "hidden wealth of a certain noble".

Ancient castle adventure once became a popular activity in the world for a period of time. Of course, this has nothing to do with the Federation, because the Federation does not have such a long history.

And no one is stupid enough to build an ancient castle on this land.

Especially after "Queen Aslia's Secret Treasure" was discovered by a group of secret treasure hunters, the treasures worth hundreds of millions seventy or eighty years ago appeared in the world, triggering a frenzy of treasure hunting all over the world!

Of course, this also has nothing to do with Federation people.

Although some Federation people will also go to other continents to hunt for treasure, but...

In short, this line also has a complete ecological chain, but Tim definitely can't afford to hire such well-known designers. He used some templates that have already been made public, and then personalized.

The secret room is not too big, only about eight square meters, but it is empty, only a box has some cash, it looks like it should be on the scale of 300,000 to 400,000.

This is part of the money he has made since he took office three years ago, and the other part has been used for socializing and maintaining relationships.

He walked outside, lifted the suitcase hard, entered the secret room, and then took out the gold bricks, specifically finding a table to put these gold bricks.

He likes these golden little things. He puts them like this for a while, and like that for a while.

However, he can't put them into a shape that is particularly good-looking or particularly spectacular.

Still too few.

He muttered, and then stacked them up, two by two staggered, and finally five layers high, actually not very high.

At this moment, he had an idea in his heart. One day, he would let the gold bricks fill this table!

Subsequently, he hesitated slightly, and brought the transfer agreement out. He would let his son sign this agreement.

What made him feel gratified and interesting was that when he fully unfolded this transfer agreement, some things fell out of it.

A receipt for purchasing goods, a promotional poster that looked a bit old, and a winning certificate.

Someone bought a pack of cigarettes worth ninety-nine cents from Lanse's store, and then participated in their lottery activity, winning a big villa in Manton!

He even saw a clipping report, which reported that a certain "mysterious person" won this big prize.

In the eyes of many people, isn't this the representative of the federal dream?

No need to work hard, no need to practice, just a little luck, and luck will descend on oneself.

He sighed at Lanse's steadiness in doing things. After all, houses and gold are different.

Gold always has a way to deal with it. In the case of international war, the price and industry of gold will only get better and better, and it will be easier to deal with.

But houses are different. They can't be hidden, and they need someone to take care of them and live in them, which requires a suitable and reasonable condition.

Now Lanse has supplemented this condition, and he doesn't need to worry about anything at all, just let his son sign.

After he came out of the secret room and closed the secret room door again, he sat in the chair and thought for a while, and dialed the number of Lanse's villa.

"This is Mr. Lanse's villa..."

"I am Tim, Tim Perry, not long ago I just had dinner with Mr. Lanse in the courtyard."

The person who answered the phone reacted immediately, "I remember you, Mr. Perry, is there anything I can do for you?"

"I want to talk to Mr. Lanse."

"Please wait a moment."

After about two minutes, Lanse picked up the phone, "Hope you didn't leave anything behind."

He made a small joke, and Tim laughed a few times when he heard it, "I looked at the gift you sent me, it was very attentive, I like it very much!"

Who can not like it?

Sending money is actually not impossible, but sending gold is better. These politicians know the value and potential of gold very well.

Lanse also has a choice in selecting gifts. If he sends it to those people with lower levels, he will send money directly.

"You like it, then..."

Tim pursed his lips, "It's like this, there is something I forgot to tell you when we were chatting together at night."

"That nearly four million in alcohol was not all destroyed. We actually only destroyed a very small part, less than five percent."

Lanse took out a cigarette box from his pocket when he heard this. He knew that the return was coming.

"So?", he used his shoulder to hold the receiver, tilted his head, lit his cigarette, took a puff, "Where is this batch of alcohol?"

"The situation of this batch of alcohol is a bit special. Congress has the idea of wanting to transfer them away, but I heard from some channels that they intend to cash them out."

"I think... you know, Lanse, I can call you that, right?"

Lanse smiled, "Of course, we are already friends."

Tim also laughed, "Yes, yes, we are already friends."

"I think this batch of alcohol needs to be dealt with, it's definitely not as good as you digesting it, it's just that my connection with Congress is not that strong, so I can't lead this matter."

Lanse knew what he meant. On the one hand, it was a kind of return. After taking his benefits, he naturally had to think about feeding back some benefits to him. This is the criterion for being friends.

Always taking advantage of friends is not being friends.

On the other hand, it is also to see Lanse's influence on Congress.

Politicians are always like this, testing cautiously. This determines whether Tim can be a very good friend with him, or a normal friend.

Lanse was not unhappy about this. Federation people are like this. You say you are very strong, and your friends also believe you are very strong, but they don't believe it completely.

Until you punch him in the face and break his nasal bone, he will really exclaim—

You are really fucking strong!

"I know, thank you for telling me this."

He paused, "By the way, ask, is this three million plus, its market price, or cost price?"

Tim also reacted after a while, "Sorry, I really don't know this, but I know it's 20,000 bottles of whiskey."

Lanse simply estimated in his heart, even if it's fifty yuan a bottle of inferior quality, this is worth one million.

"I know, anyway, thank you for your reminder."

Tim laughed a few times again, "I have some work that hasn't been finished these days. After I finish my work, I will invite you to dinner, at my home."

Lanse didn't refuse, "It's a deal."

He hung up the phone and took two deep puffs of smoke. He was calculating, calculating how much money is appropriate for three million plus in alcohol.

After a long time, the cigarette was almost finished, and he picked up the phone again.

According to reason, at this time, it is still the weekend, calling to harass a senator is indeed not very appropriate.

But whether it is appropriate or not, it depends specifically on what it is for.

If it is for the benefit of millions, even if you call at three o'clock in the morning, the senator will not be angry.

But if you just talk to him about official business, he will definitely scold you, and then tell you, handle official business officially, don't disturb him when he is resting, when he is embracing his private time, with official business.

A few minutes later, the phone was connected. It could be heard that the senator was drinking, and when he spoke, there was a kind of tipsy feeling.

Not Senator Cleveland, but an executive committee member of the Prohibition Committee, a good friend of Senator Cleveland, and also a partner in interest.

"Anything?"

His tone was not polite. He was chatting happily with friends, chatting about some scandals of the President, while drinking, this is the happiest time, but he had to come to answer the phone, definitely would have some emotions.

Drinking some alcohol, his management of emotions was a bit out of control.

"I heard from Tim that the alcohol captured last time in Likalai State, you intend to deal with it."

The senator was a bit impatient after listening, "You want to intervene?"

"750,000, I'll take it."

"As long as you nod, the money will be transferred to the account you specified tomorrow."

The senator was stunned for a moment. He wiped his face and turned his back to the direction of the living room, "500,000 is not enough, Lanse, you also said, that is alcohol worth more than three million!"

His tone had changed, becoming focused, and not impatient anymore, more like a businessman who is calculating.

"That is the market price, Senator, its cost price is only worth about one million."

"And if you want to transport them to Jinzhou or other places, plus freight and other labor costs, I believe if they are not clearly sending money to you, their price will not exceed my price."

The senator held his forehead and frowned. As a member of the Prohibition Committee, he actually knew some situations here very well.

After considering for a while, he said, "This is not for me to share alone, so little!"

There was a long silence in the receiver, and then Lanse's voice came, "800,000."

"900,000!"

Lanse "considered" for a moment, "The price of making friends, deal!" ===== CHAPTER 748 =====