PFC Chapter 3277 Bloody New City (26)
Chapter 3277 Bloody New City (26)
Chapter 3277 Bloodshed in New City (Twenty-Six)
The current leader of the Charaban family was not very talented, but he could barely be considered a qualified ruler. Under his management, the income from various industries was relatively stable, and a sum of money had been saved over the years. For the upper class, it was a large sum of money, but for ordinary people, it was an astronomical figure.
Industrial groups also have another advantage, that is, as long as they want to raise working capital, they have something to sell and do not need to use financial means with a long repayment period. They can also raise funds quickly. Although urgent sales may affect the price, they cannot care so much now.
At first they still had a lucky mentality, thinking that Gordon knew nothing about the chemical industry and the price he offered might not be very high. Schiller patted his chest and guaranteed that he would definitely help them lower the price.
Little did he know that this was a return to Schiller's familiar territory. Catch a toad and squeeze out the urine. Don't talk about plucking its feathers. Today is the day of doom. Even its scales must be plucked before you leave.
After Schiller's investigation, he estimated the limit of cash that Charaban could currently come up with, and reported this price to Gordon and the Charaban family at the same time.
Gordon almost fainted when he saw the string of zeros after the number.
Let’s put it this way, the highest bid in the first round of bids that have already been made is just a fraction of this number.
The people of the Charabang family lost their temper, thinking that there must be a master behind the old police chief. This price was just at their limit, and they would be shaken if it was one dollar higher.
But they really need this knife, and the price will hurt them a lot, and they may not be able to recover for the next ten years. But if they don't pay this money, they will have no future.
Just like that, the Charaban family offered Gordon a price that he simply couldn't refuse. It's not that the Wayne Group couldn't afford so much money, but even if Fox was crazy, he wouldn't spend so much money on this matter.
As much as Gordon wanted Batman to take charge of GTO, sorry, brother, they offered too much.
"Don't be nervous, ma'am. I told you I would help you get the leadership of GTO, so that no one can compete with you for your property." Schiller said, "But before that, I still want to talk about my compensation."
Ms. Charabon on the other side paused, then she smiled and said, "You did a good job and you really deserve to be paid. How much do you want?"
Schiller shook his head slightly, then took out a document and said, "I can't take your money privately. After all, I have to consider my personal safety. This is a management contract. After signing this contract, you can pay me the salary."
Ms. Charaban took the contract. The contract did not have any complicated terms. It basically said that Ms. Charaban entrusted Schiller to help her manage her property, so she had to pay him a sum of money as a commission.
The amount of money was actually not much, just a few million, and it was a three-year employment contract.
Ms. Charabon raised her eyebrows and looked at Schiller, who said, "This is the payment for what I did before. If you want me to do something for you in the future, you will have to pay me separately."
“Even so, it’s not much,” Ms. Charabon said. “What else do you want to do?”
"You figured this out, smart lady." Schiller put his hands together and said with a smile, "It's just a small personal problem of mine. I need to use the power of the Charaban family to solve it."
"Tell me, as long as it's not too difficult, I'll find a way." Ms. Chalabang has put herself in the position of the future leader of the Chalabang family.
She knew that the people in the Chara family would not sincerely follow a homeless person like her, so Schiller was the only person she could rely on at this stage, so it would not be a big deal to give him some benefits.
“First we have to control the pollution in natural forest land.”
When Schiller said this, Ms. Charabon frowned. Although she had only been free from homelessness for a few days, she had no sympathy for the poor. She said, "Why control the pollution? It doesn't pollute us anyway. Those people died, so what? The worst that can happen is that we have to pay more money."
"I'm not saying that we really need to govern, but the natural forest protection fund established by Mr. Charabon needs to continue to operate."
"Why?" Ms. Charaban showed an instinctive disgust. She wanted to overthrow everything about her brother.
"So I said it was just a small personal problem. I hope to become the manager of this fund after the situation stabilizes, of course, on behalf of the Charabon family."
Ms. Charaban understood immediately. She was also a rich girl when she was young. Although she was not a good student, she knew something from what she had seen and heard. Those fund managers were so rich because there was so much room for manipulation in this thing.
While it's nice to get one or two golden eggs, it would be even better if you could get a hen that lays golden eggs.
"To be honest, ma'am," Schiller said with a smile, "I don't have any lofty ambitions. I just want to find a place to retire early. Being a manager of an environmental protection fund is a pretty good position. It's the most leisurely position I can find."
Ms. Charabon also laughed. She understood Schiller's joke. In Gotham, the day an environmental protection fund can make the biggest noise is the day it is established. At other times, corpses are more active than it.
"Okay, I promise you that I will not dissolve this fund and will hire you as the fund manager."
Schiller took out another contract. Ms. Charabon took a look at it and it was still very simple, just an ordinary employment relationship with nothing to change. So she signed it together with the previous contract.
"Thank you so much." Schiller turned around and took out a small wooden box from his briefcase, put it on the table and said, "The best way to celebrate our short-lived victory is to have a drink, what do you think?"
Ms. Charaban took the wooden box and found that it was a bottle of red wine, and good wine at that. She was an alcoholic, and this immediately aroused her appetite.
Just when she was about to call the waiter to open the wine, Schiller's cell phone suddenly rang.
"Hello? Chief Gordon? What's going on?...Okay, I'll be right there. Please wait a moment."
After hanging up the phone, Schiller stood up and said, "Something happened at the police station. It's related to GTO. I have to go and deal with it immediately. I'm sorry, you have to enjoy this fine wine alone."
Ms. Charabon didn't want to share it with others because she was used to taking drugs when she drank. When she saw Schiller was about to leave, she didn't stop him, which was exactly what she wanted.
After Schiller left, she took the bottle of red wine, returned to the new house as quickly as possible, took out the good medicine she had bought at a high price, and prepared to enjoy it.
She took out a wine glass and poured the wine into it. The red wine gave off an enticing aroma. She lit the medicine and took a deep sip, then drank another big gulp of wine and let out a sigh of relief.
Then, with a thud, Ms. Charabon fell to the ground.
At the same time, Schiller came to the police station and said to Gordon: "My boss just said at the dinner that she would send me an important document in ten minutes, but I can't contact her now. Can you send someone to go with me to find her?"
Gordon had already received the money from the Charabon family, and was still in shock from the string of zeros. When he heard that Schiller's boss had disappeared, he thought it was the Pale Knight, so he stood up anxiously and said, "What happened to the mayor? Is he out of touch?"
"No, not Mr. Mayor."
Just as Gordon breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Schiller say, "It's Ms. Charabon, the heir of the Charabon family."
Gordon was now completely worried, and he quickly took people with Schiller to Ms. Charaban's house to look for her.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Ms. Charabon lying unconscious in the living room with some white powder scattered around her hands.
Schiller took a deep breath, then said, "My client has a history of drug abuse. She may have overdosed. Send her to the hospital immediately!"
The police hurriedly carried Ms. Charabon out. Schiller quickly stopped Gordon and said, "Don't make such a fuss. The Charabon family is already in trouble. If someone sees the future leader overdosing and passing out, it will all be over."
Thinking of the huge sum of money lying in the GTO account, Gordon gritted his teeth and said, "Go out through the back door, don't let anyone see you, and take him to the nearest hospital."
Looking at their backs as they hurried down the stairs, Schiller smiled. He rented this house for Ms. Charaban, and he had already bribed the nearest community hospital.
He had almost spent all the 200 million that Ruth had given him, but it didn't matter. Even though Ms. Charabon had lost consciousness now, the contract he had signed before was still effective, and soon Schiller would get the management rights of the new multi-million-dollar natural forest protection fund.
While Gordon was going downstairs, Schiller went back to the room and took away the bottle of red wine, but ignored the remaining wine in the glass.
He was not afraid of the police checking the ingredients of the red wine, because he had tried it. Neither Batman nor Rose could find any problems with the red wine produced by Nia, and it was even less likely that the Physical Evidence Department of the Gotham Police Department would find anything.
After rushing to the nearest hospital, the doctor's initial diagnosis was exactly the same as Schiller's, that the patient had fallen into a coma due to drug overdose. Although he was out of danger after rescue, it was unknown when he would wake up.
Schiller didn't even look at Ms. Charaban again. He had already got what he wanted, and the Charaban family was no longer of any use to him.
The hospital has been bribed by him. Even if the Charaban family and reporters knew that Ms. Charaban was hospitalized, they would not be able to get in for a while. Taking advantage of this time difference, Schiller could take the contract and go to the financial department of the Charaban Group to cash in his salary.
At the same time, he went to notarize the entrustment relationship between Ms. Chalabang and himself regarding the Natural Forest Protection Fund, and then used this to advance another sum of money into the Natural Forest Protection Fund.
The financial department of the Charaban Group feels a bit strange, but it is logical if you think about it carefully. If Ms. Charaban takes over the group, whether she likes it or not, she will have to solve the pollution problem of natural forest land. Even if she doesn't solve the pollution, she will have to solve public opinion. It is normal to need money.
Because of the investment in GTO, they didn't have much cash left, and the advance paid to Schiller was only 200 million in cash. The head of the finance department probably felt that the amount was too little and seemed like a scam, so he could only ask Schiller to explain it to his future boss.
Schiller took the opportunity to suggest that since there was not enough money, then they could provide some supplies, or even just get some equipment to go to the natural forest to pretend, which would at least keep the protesters quiet for a while.
With the financial department coordinating in the middle, and the fact that the Chalabang Group itself started out in the chemical industry, they actually got a lot of raw materials for purifying groundwater and neutralizing land pollution, and even a lot of household water purification equipment, which they prepared to show in front of reporters, saying that this was compensation for the surrounding residents, in order to enhance their reputation.
Because they didn't think their boss would really use these things, they piled up as many as they could, basically taking out all the existing raw materials, as a way of selling them on good terms in front of the new master in advance.
But I don't know which unscrupulous person actually reported this matter to the environmental protection organization. On the first day when the supplies were transported, the environmental protection organization surrounded the place.