Chapter 967: 90 million and the old good man

Round and round, finally this "decisive role" returned to Lanse.

At this time, Diego also understood this point.

Lanse is the one who controls everything behind the scenes.

A Federation gang leader he once looked down upon a little.

The sales representative looked at President Diego's constipated expression, and he didn't know if President Diego thought of something, or felt that this matter was difficult to do.

After all, adding up to 70 or 80 million Federation Sol is not a small amount.

At the same time, the sales representative himself was a little curious, is private liquor really that profitable?

For him, the concept of "making money" is that Lanse can take out tens of millions to lend to the Lapa government, but this is not considered huge wealth.

As a sales representative of a military-industrial group, he knows very well that every arms purchase plan of the federal government is in the unit of 100 million, and orders of 100 or 200 million, 200 or 300 million are not small amounts!

Compared with the arms sales projects of tens of billions every year, Lanse's private liquor business is still a bit insufficient.

However, compared with other businesses, this is already very profitable.

"I'll leave this price list, and the quotation I calculated," he left the table where he calculated 200,000 sets of equipment and the equipped ammunition, "You can actually see if other people can give you a more favorable quotation."

"We are a free market. Before you decide and pay all the final payments, you have the right to regret."

"Then...", when the sales representative spoke, he had already put away other things. He looked at President Diego, "Then I'll go back and prepare?"

President Diego nodded, stood up, and shook hands with him. "Sorry to trouble you for a trip."

The sales representative bent over slightly to show his respect for the president. "Not trouble, it is my honor to serve you."

This sentence made a smile appear on Diego's face. He likes to be flattered by Federation people.

He suddenly had a decision.

After the civil war ends, if he wins this civil war, then he will hire a few Federation people to flatter himself every day.

This feeling of foreigners flattering himself is much more comfortable than the flattery of those people under him!

After sending away the sales representative, Diego returned to his office. He picked up the phone and thought for a few seconds, then dialed Lanse's number.

The call was quickly connected, and Lanse had also been waiting for this call.

"Lanse?"

"Yes, Mr. President."

Diego frowned, and Lanse's calling out his identity made him feel a little uncomfortable.

This discomfort is like those children who once wanted to prove "they are free," but eventually returned to the track indicated or even arranged by their parents, living a life they thought was desperate when they were young.

Now he has such a feeling. No matter how he breaks through, in which direction he tries, he will eventually return to the original place and continue to move forward.

Rebellious, but unable to rebel, this feeling, besides making him feel desperate, also has a little embarrassment and even shame.

After a few seconds, he adjusted his emotions. "I saw that your investment in Lapa has increased a lot recently."

He didn't say this right away, but adopted some roundabout methods.

Lanse didn't deny it, because those constantly starting construction sites confirmed this.

Anyone who goes to the place he circled to take a look can see a large number of buildings being demolished while some new buildings are rising from the ground.

Factories, residential areas, he is building these buildings.

Of course, the construction cost of these buildings is not high. The Federation's steel structure prefabricated building method is still too advanced for this era.

200-story buildings can be built, let alone 3-5 story, 6-7 story buildings.

When the civil war broke out, many companies and investors' buildings stopped. They were worried that if Diego lost, those anti-government armed forces would enter Zhuolan and not recognize the various agreements they signed with the Diego regime, so their investment would be in vain.

At the same time, they were also afraid that the war would eventually reach Zhuolan, and the newly built buildings might be destroyed in the war, so they basically stopped, except for Lanse's.

Lanse's steel structures are worth the price of steel even if they are destroyed.

Diego also knew that Lanse was still building various buildings and investing in factories. He took a deep breath. "It can be seen, Lanse, you are very optimistic about the future of Lapa."

Lanse said "um." "Yes, Mr. President."

"Lapa has a population of 12 million, of course, this is the past. After this civil war and this lasting famine, it is hard to say how many people will be left."

"But even if there are fewer people, there will always be 7 or 8 million people."

"A cheap labor market with a huge population, this place is more suitable for building various labor-intensive enterprises than the Federation, if you know what I am talking about."

Diego felt that he was looked down upon by Lanse again. Although he didn't quite understand what this "labor-intensive" refers to, he still stuck his neck and said he understood everything!

Listening to his insincere words, Lanse smiled and didn't expose him.

"Mr. President, then what is the purpose of your call to me now?" Lanse asked.

President Diego lit a cigarette. He took a deep breath, letting the whole person seem to be submerged in smoke.

After a few seconds, he spat out the smoke that had no floating particles and looked much lighter. "I want to borrow a sum of money from you," Diego said straightforwardly, without hiding anything, directly stating his purpose.

He knew that talking around in circles was not his strength, at least not with Lanse, so it was better to be straightforward and confess directly.

Lanse continued to ask, "How much money do you intend to borrow from me?"

Diego was a little embarrassed to speak, "90 million."

Lanse chuckled twice, "A funny joke, you have a sense of humor, Mr. President."

Diego frowned, and his voice increased a bit, "I'm not joking with you, Lanse!"

Lanse's tone carried some things he didn't like, "I thought you were joking with me!"

"90 million?"

"How did you think I could lend you this money?"

Diego's speaking speed became faster now. Since he didn't intend to go around in circles with Lanse, he said it in one breath, "Isn't this your trick?"

"Don't go around in circles with me, Lanse, let's be straightforward, what do you want to lend me this money?"

Lanse smiled again, "It's not impossible to borrow money, but I don't know if you want to borrow so much, 90 million, Para?"

Diego increased his tone, "Don't try to tease me, I want Federation Sol."

"90 million Federation Sol, what do you have to mortgage to me?"

"So much money, you don't have any collateral, I can't lend you the money."

At this time, the first thing Diego thought of was not where he should get some things that could be mortgaged to Lanse, but said with some shock, "You really have it?!"

In his eyes, 90 million Federation Sol is already a staggering wealth. Let alone an ordinary person, even he, the president, doesn't have so much money in cash now.

But Lanse can take it out, which gives him an unrealistic feeling.

Lanse didn't answer him, keeping silent. At this time, silence is the best way and content to answer.

Diego's eyebrows stretched out in the face of huge wealth, "What do you want?"

Lanse didn't talk to him on the phone, "It's getting late now, let's talk about this problem face-to-face tomorrow morning, what do you think?" "Such a problem definitely can't be talked about clearly on the phone."

Diego considered it and agreed, "Then see you tomorrow morning."

After hanging up the phone, Lanse immediately called Senator Cleveland, but it was a pity that the senator was out socializing now and had to wait until after ten o'clock to connect, so Lanse had to wait.

At 10:15, Lanse called the senator's manor again. This time the senator was already at home.

From the sound and tone of his speech, it can be felt that he should have drunk a lot of wine in the evening.

There is no such thing as drinking it all in one gulp in the Federation's social interaction. Everyone is taking a small sip.

But it's just a small sip. If you drink too much, ordinary people can't hold it.

His tone carried some drunken smoke and some nasal sound, "There are some things in the evening, they said you called before."

He explained briefly. He never explained this to Lanse before. Does a member of Congress need to explain to an ordinary person what he is doing?

But recently he started to explain, which shows that Lanse's status is constantly rising, and he has reached the point where Senator Cleveland needs to "take the initiative to perfunctory."

This is a good phenomenon, because he was confirmed, and was taken as a matter.

Lanse didn't dwell on Senator Cleveland's explanation. This kind of explanation is like a girlfriend saying to you "he is just my good girlfriend," which has no practical significance.

Because no matter what you do, you have changed these things, and you can't in the future.

"Senator, Diego called me in the evening, and he wants to borrow money from me."

Senator Cleveland was leaning on the sofa with his face up at this time.

The butler got a very hot towel and was covering his face.

The heat made him feel more comfortable, and the person seemed to be a little more energetic.

In fact, some people are not used to cold things after drinking too much, whether it is cold wind or cold water. Some people use cold water to splash their faces after drinking too much and vomit directly.

On the contrary, the hot towel, although it can't make people completely sober, can get some relief from the discomfort of excessive drinking.

He took off the towel and sat up straight. "How much money does he want to borrow from you?"

"90 million."

"Federation Sol."

He added a unit again, which is more important than the number.

Hearing this, Senator Cleveland's spirit became better. "Have you talked to him?"

"Not yet, we agreed to talk tomorrow morning, so I called you first."

"If there is nothing else that needs to be corrected, then I will talk to him tomorrow, and it is very likely that I can sign these loan agreements."

Lanse's words all entered Senator Cleveland's ears without missing a word. He thought for a long while, "I have nothing that doesn't need to be supplemented, you can sign with confidence."

"So much money, no matter what, will definitely give you an explanation in the end."

"If they don't give you an explanation, then I will give you an explanation!"

Lanse laughed a few times after listening, "Can I still not trust you?"

"Senator!"

"Then I will sign with him according to the agreement we discussed before."

Senator Cleveland said "good," and then said, "Remember to contact me in time if there is further news..."

The next morning, Lanse's armored vehicle fleet carried him to the president's office in the Presidential Palace.

Seeing that Lanse seemed to be a little fatter than when he saw him before, Diego found it difficult to joke with him with a slightly better mood. "Has anyone told you that you have gained weight recently?"

Everyone in Lapa knows that President Diego likes people who are fatter.

The fatter, the more he likes.

Some people say this is because when he stands with people fatter than him, people will shift their attention from him to others.

As for whether it is true, maybe only he knows.

The two shook hands. Before the hands were separated, Lanse patted his chest, making a clearly dull hollow sound. "I didn't gain weight, this is a bulletproof vest, I have to ensure my own safety."

"It's too chaotic now, and some vicious cases have occurred in Zhuolan, such as robbery and murder."

Diego's eyes twitched. He let go of his hand and turned to invite this young man who couldn't speak to sit down.

After coffee, cigarettes, wine, and whatever else were served, everyone in the room left, leaving only Ma Duoer and Diego's butler standing not far from the door.

"After our phone call ended last night, I had people clear it up. Now I can take out this money, but it's like a bank."

"I can lend you money, but I won't bear any risk. If you want this money, then take equivalent, or even exceed some collateral, otherwise it's hard for me to give you any wealth."

"You want 90 million, I can also give you 90 million, but do you have any collateral that is worth 90 million and is accepted and recognized by the international community now?"

Diego remained calm. After the phone call ended last night, he also had people count how many things Lapa still had, including how many art pieces were in the Grand Presidential Palace where he lived, and had people pick them out and calculate the price.

After counting, the things he can take out as collateral now are about 17 or 18 million, and this includes his manor and the things inside.

If these things are not counted, there is actually nothing valuable in the Presidential Palace.

He won't use his private property as a bargaining chip on the gambling table because this is his last retreat.

If Diego said he only had a few million things, Lanse would definitely leave, so he thought for a while and said, "Are you interested in mining?"

"There are a large number of mineral resources in Lapa. If you are willing to mine, I can decide to give you more."

The same means and statement, treating other people's assets as his own transaction to Lanse, as for whether Lanse can complete the handover, that is not what he should consider. He fulfilled his promise, which is enough.

But Lanse shook his head. "I'm not interested in this, say something else."

Diego said some things, such as gold bricks, gems, etc.

Lanse refused Diego's offer on the grounds that the valuation of these things was problematic, and Diego couldn't accept Lanse's knife-cutting price, and finally the two sides talked for a long time without reaching an agreement on this problem.

He said a lot of things, what real estate, what franchise, a lot, Lanse refused.

Seeing that there seemed to be nothing valuable to take out, Diego's irritable mood reached its peak—

"Come on!"

"Lanse, the reason and purpose of our sitting here today should be clearer to you than me. If you have anything you want, you can tell me directly now."

"Instead of waiting for me to try every means to scrape together some valuable things, you tell me this is not what you want."

"Make things simpler, don't be so complicated, okay?"

Lanse lit a cigarette. He crossed his legs. Honestly, crossing his legs and smoking in front of a country's president is indeed a bit impolite, but Lanse doesn't care. He believes Diego doesn't care either.

"You still have land," he prompted.

Diego was stunned. "You want to buy land?"

If Lanse really wants to buy land, he was relieved instead, although Lapa's population density is relatively high in the Xiang Yalan region.

But there are still a lot of wasteland.

If Lanse really wants land, then just give him more, so that he won't say that this 90 million is not worth spending.

Thinking that he could exchange some ownerless wasteland for 90 million, for a time, President Diego felt that he had taken a big advantage!

If he knew, he would have reported a little more, report 150 million or 200 million?

He looked at Lanse with a smile. This guy who made him feel annoying also looked beautiful and pleasing to the eye at this moment.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 968 =====

If Lans really wanted to buy land, he felt relieved instead, even though the population density of Lapa is considered relatively high in the Xiang Yalan region.

But there is still a lot of wasteland.

If Lans really wants land, then just give him more, so he doesn't say that this 90 million was not worth spending.

Once he thought about being able to exchange some ownerless wasteland for 90 million, President Diego felt for a moment that he had taken a huge advantage!

If he had known, he should have reported a bit more, maybe 150 million or 200 million?

He looked at Lans with a smile; Lans, this guy he found annoying, also looked bright and clear-eyed at this moment, looking pleasing to the eye.

(End of chapter)