Chapter 472 Let’s go and plant cotton!
After the black men succeeded, they rode their motorcycles all the way to the agreed transaction location.
Of course, before leaving, they did not forget to rob all the valuables in the Cadillac. This is a glorious old tradition.
Twenty minutes later, several people came to a long-abandoned warehouse, where a white man was already waiting. He was dressed like a cowboy, wearing a gambler's hat on his head, riding boots on his feet, two Colt revolvers hanging around his waist, and his thick beard was impressive.
When Arthur saw Lee Jae-yong in the sack, his eyes lit up, he threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stomped it out, "Well done, this is your reward."
A thick stack of US dollars was thrown on the ground, and Franklin's fat face looked a little cute at this moment.
The leading black man picked up the US dollars on the ground, counted them and shook his head repeatedly, "No, these are not enough."
Arthur frowned and said, "We agreed on 10,000 US dollars. I paid you 2,000 in advance and gave you 8,000. The total is exactly 10,000. How can it be wrong?"
The black man snorted coldly and said, "You damn white guys, do you really think we are all fools?"
"This man is definitely a second-generation rich man! And he's not just an ordinary second-generation rich man! The watch on his wrist alone is worth fifty thousand dollars!"
"Although I don't know why you arrested him, you must have big plans. Thinking of sending us away with 10,000 US dollars is probably wishful thinking!"
Seeing the white man's unhappy expression, the black man chuckled and said, "We have helped you so much, so it's not too much to ask you for some US dollars, right?"
Arthur threw the cigarette on the ground and glanced at the Colt revolver on his waist. The blacks noticed his little action and immediately raised their Uzi submachine guns and warned him sternly, "Thief, thief, don't do anything stupid. Do you really think that you can defeat the submachine guns in our hands with two old antique revolvers?"
Arthur raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm, and said in a relaxed tone: "Hey, man, don't be impulsive. Why make such a fuss about something that can be solved with money?"
"This matter is actually very simple. You want US dollars, and I want people. We have a natural basis for cooperation."
"Tell me, how much money do you want?"
Hearing the word Daole, the blacks' eyes lit up. Several of them looked at each other, and the leading black man licked his thick lips and said, "One hundred thousand US dollars!"
"Pay another $100,000 and this person will be yours!"
Nowadays, having $100,000 is enough to live lavishly in any country and any city in the world for a long time. Franklin's purchasing power has always been so strong.
If you manage your finances well, it's no exaggeration to say you'll never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life.
Of course, the word "financial management" has never been associated with black people, but it is enough for them to live a carefree life for several years.
Leaves, white powder, big-butt girls, gold chains, etc., etc., all available!
"One hundred thousand dollars, wow, this is not a small amount of money, and no one would go out with one hundred thousand dollars on them."
"However, I can go to the bank and withdraw money for you, how about that?"
Arthur's proposal was unanimously agreed upon by the black people. Their brains, which were not very big to begin with, were only thinking about one thing at this moment, which was to get the US dollars and start a carefree life!
"OK, let's go now."
Arthur walked towards the car, and the moment he turned around, he used his peripheral vision to determine the positions of the three black men. As he took a deep breath, the flow of time seemed to slow down, and he took the Colt revolver in his right hand with a hand speed that ordinary people could not understand.
He did not make any aiming movements, but just placed the revolver parallel to his waist, holding down the trigger without releasing it, while his left hand pulled the hammer at a dazzling speed.
boom! ! !
Almost as soon as the sound of a gunshot was heard, the three black men all fell to the ground. Each of them had his head and heart pierced by a Magnum bullet!
This shows that Arthur fired too fast, and all six bullets were fired in an instant, so it seemed like one gunshot.
The scattered bullet shells were steaming and falling to the ground with a pungent smell of gunpowder, making a pleasant tinkling sound.
"Neiger, if you still want a hundred thousand dollars, you should go down and grow cotton with your ancestors."
Arthur spun the revolver a few times and put it back into the holster with an extremely handsome move. He walked slowly to the few people, searched all the valuables on them, destroyed all the things that could prove their identity information, and put Lee Jae-yong in the trunk of his Mustang.
As the cigarette and gasoline came into close contact, the long-abandoned warehouse suddenly engulfed in flames.
Arthur drove away in his beloved Mustang.
"Brother Hao, it has been done. The person is in our hands."
The car drove away and the sound dissipated in the wind.
……
Lee family mansion in Hannam-dong, Seoul.
The originally lively and peaceful atmosphere dropped to freezing point at this moment.
Those luxurious decorations also seemed to become dull.
"West Eighth Road Horse! Are you all idiots? Aren't those bodyguards the retired elites of the American Special Forces?"
"And now? Those elites have all turned into ashes and gone straight to meet God!"
"Where's Jae-yong? Where on earth did he go?!"
Upon learning of his son's disappearance, Lee Kun-hee was furious. He smashed countless valuable antiques and the huge living room was in a mess. His subordinates stood aside with their heads bowed, not daring to breathe. Lee Byung-chul sat in a wheelchair, frowning and silent.
After all, Lee Jae-yong is also his grandson and the third-generation head of the Samsung Group.
As the only male of the third generation of the Li family, his importance is self-evident.
At this moment, the subordinate came forward with his boss' phone and whispered, "President, it's Quan Kaka."
Lee Kun-hee took a few deep breaths before answering the call.
"President Li, I heard that something happened to Jae-yong in America. What a pity."
Quan Douhuan's words seemed to be comforting, but his tone was completely sarcastic and gloating.
Of course, everyone in Goryeo knew his attitude towards the chaebols, and it would be wrong if he was sincere about it.
"President Quan, if you called me just to mock me, then I advise you not to waste your energy."
"If there's nothing else, I'm going to hang up."
Lee Kun-hee had already been bullied by Chun Doo-hwan several times, and now his son happened to be missing. It would be strange if he could be in a good mood.
Anyway, Quan Douhuan couldn't kill him, and he couldn't deal with Quan Douhuan either. The latter could only draw some blood from the chaebols. When their lives were not in danger, the two sides would have already torn their faces apart.
"As the president of Goryeo, I am of course concerned about the safety of the people. I have called the White House in the official name of the Blue House and asked them to investigate the disappearance of Goryeo citizens in the United States. I believe there will be clues soon."
Matters like handling cases have been the same throughout all dynasties and in all countries. The more pressure there is on the case and the bigger the incident becomes, the faster the case will be investigated.
If it doesn't become a hot topic, it will remain an unsolved case for the rest of its life.
Li Jianxi understood this and his expression softened. He said, "Thank you, Quan Kaka. I owe you a favor this time."
As we all know, chaebols are the ones that suck blood from the country and the people, and the size of their blood bag determines how much money they make.
So, from a certain perspective, the chaebols hope that their country will become stronger and stronger so that they can suck more blood and reap more profits.
Quan Douhuan hung up the phone, his expression changed immediately, he snorted coldly, and said to his subordinate beside him: "Immediately start an investigation into Samsung Group based on the "Serious Accident Punishment Act" and the "Occupational Safety and Health Act."
"Also, we are investigating Samsung Group Chairman Lee Byung-chul and Vice Chairman Lee Kun-hee for bribery. We must make a big fuss about it. Do you understand?"
The subordinates saluted in unison and shouted, "For the Republic of Korea!"
"loyalty!"
Quan Douhuan has already made up his mind to completely destroy Samsung, so how could he be kind enough to help?
In addition to being a simple mockery, making this call is also a way to relax the other party's vigilance.
Lin Zehao had already made the plan, he just needed to cooperate.
No matter what, the government must demonstrate an impartial stance in this incident, at least on the surface.
If Zheng Fu were to take action personally, the nature of the matter would change, and there would be no point in asking Lin Zehao for help.
No matter how the government actually dresses up, it still has to pretend to be something it should be, at least to prevent the majority of the people from seeing through it.
"Lee Byung-chul, let me see how you are going to deal with this!"
Due to Quan Douhuan's highly centralized power, once he gave an order, each department would start running in an orderly manner like a huge machine.
There is no way to conceal the government's investigation into the Samsung Group, not to mention that they never intended to conceal it from the beginning.
Therefore, the media discovered this incident almost immediately, and swarmed over it like flies seeing feces, reporting it extensively.
Just two days later, a chain reaction occurred. Samsung Group's stock price plummeted and hit the bottom.
In just two days, Samsung Group’s market value shrank by one third!
The entire stock market was wailing, and I don’t know how many retail investors were dumbfounded and went to the rooftop in despair.
That day, the wind on the rooftop was very strong and it made people feel very cold.
But there are still many people who jumped down and left this sad world.
According to eyewitnesses, at the peak of the day, up to thirteen people jumped from a building. They all died on the spot from a height of more than ten floors. There was no need for rescue. This led to an extremely hot funeral industry, and some well-known funeral homes even had to wait in line for cremation.
(End of this chapter)
