Fang Lang felt like there were ten thousand grass and mud horses floating in his heart, and he was also inexplicably angry. He really could meet these racists wherever he went.
Soon, sirens sounded outside and two police officers broke into the bar! Everyone was stunned when they saw the situation inside.
A group of white people fell to the ground and groaned, while another group gathered around them.
One look at the posture of this group of people standing there, and the police knew they were not easy to mess with.
However, they could only bite the bullet and said:
"New York police, everyone, put your hands up."
Fang Lang didn't even look at the two policemen, and walked directly to the two men who blocked his way.
Seeing Fang Lang's actions, the policeman quickly pointed the pistol in his hand at Fang Lang and shouted:
"Hold still, NYPD!"
As soon as the surrounding soldiers saw this situation, four soldiers stepped forward and blocked the police's muzzle with their bodies.
The soldiers behind also took out their weapons and pointed them at the two policemen.
Instantly, cold sweat began to break out on the foreheads of the two police officers. It seemed that they had met someone they couldn't afford to offend today.
Looking at the cold eyes of these soldiers, the police knew that these people were ruthless characters.
He quickly raised a hand to indicate:
"Don't be nervous, everyone. We are the police. We received a report that a fight broke out here. We are here to deal with the situation!"
Fang Lang was squatting next to the wailing man lying on the ground, admiring his wailing.
His foot accidentally stepped on the man's hand, and the man's cry of pain became even louder.
He even cursed and said:
"Yellow-skinned monkey, you are finished! I will definitely kill you! You are dead! Ah! Ah!"
Fang Lang smiled, looked back at the two policemen indifferently and said:
"Mr. Police Officer, I heard that this person just threatened to kill me!"
After speaking, he turned to Wan Chongxin and said:
"Chongxin, call a lawyer to handle it! Tell them that I will sue them both until they lose everything."
When the police heard what Fang Lang said, they were relieved.
Just call a lawyer to handle it, so that it doesn't have to be difficult for everyone.
After all, in this situation, if one of them is not good, both of them may be shot to death randomly.
Today's police, unlike later generations, can call for a lot of support with just a walkie-talkie.
The two police officers were able to arrive here in time probably because this is a wealthy area of Manhattan and they happened to be patrolling nearby.
If you offend the group of people in front of you, you will suddenly stand up, turn around and leave, and you won't know where to look for them.
"Okay, boss!"
After hearing Fang Lang's instructions, Wan Chongxin got up and went to the bar of the bar, picked up the phone and dialed.
Fang Lang looked at the pale faces of the two policemen, waved his hands and said:
"Okay, everyone, put your weapons away! Don't make it difficult for the police officer."
The soldiers all put away their weapons at the same time.
The two policemen also let out a sigh of relief and silently put away their weapons.
"Officer, I'm staying at the Marriott Hotel in Central Park. If you have anything, please come to me at the hotel.
My lawyer will handle the matter here. I'll go back and rest first. "
After saying that, he turned around and left without hesitation.
The Marines also began to retreat in an orderly manner.
Wan Chongxin stepped forward and handed two policemen a business card and said:
"Mr. Police Officer, our lawyer will be here soon to handle the matter here. Here is my business card. If you need our assistance, please give me a call."
Jackson also stepped forward and handed over his business card, which was of course his current business card at NBC, and also said something.
"Call me tomorrow if you need anything!"
The young policeman looked at the people leaving and said to the middle-aged policeman:
"Is this how they leave?"
The middle-aged policeman looked at the crowded crowd in the bar and said helplessly:
"Otherwise? Can you keep them? It's good if others can give you face and ask a lawyer to come forward."
"Just that yellow guy?"
The middle-aged policeman glared at the young policeman and said:
"You want to avoid getting me involved. Didn't you notice the actions of that group of people just now? These are not bodyguards, they are well-trained soldiers, you know?
Looking at the momentum of the leading young people, you should know that these people are not characters we can provoke. Send the people here to the hospital first! "
I don't know if it was because of the fight that Fang Lang, who had not experienced the bar style as he imagined, felt very comfortable.
Fang Lang didn't expect that Jackson and Wan Chongxin would rush up to fight with him. At this moment, they both felt much more cordial.
He patted the two of them on the shoulders, smiled and hugged them, without saying anything else, he said goodbye to them and returned to the hotel.
Fang Lang slept particularly soundly that night.
At noon the next day, Wan Chongxin brought his lawyer to report the situation. Because Fang Lang was the first to do the whole thing, all the blame fell on Fang Lang.
After all, there are no anti-racial discrimination laws at this time.
It was true that the other party provoked first, but it was Fang Lang who took action, so the responsibility fell on Fang Lang.
However, the United States is a capitalist society!
If you have money, you can have everything. In the end, after communication with the lawyer, the other party was compensated US$10,000, and the matter was settled.
The one who suffered the most was the white man with a ruptured egg.
"Have you figured out the other party's identity?"
Fang Lang said he would make the other party bankrupt, so he would definitely not break his promise.
Ten thousand dollars is a small thing to Fang Lang, but this money is not that easy to get.
"The boss has figured it out. The person you asked us to check is Ridgefield. He is the owner of Ridgefield Oil Company."
Those in the oil business are all big bosses! Now it was Fang Lang's turn to be a little confused.
If the other party was a big boss, how could he let this matter pass so easily?
"You run an oil company? This is a big boss. You can shut up others with ten thousand dollars!"
After listening to Fang Lang's words, Wan Chongxin and the lawyer both said with strange expressions:
"Boss, this so-called Ridgefield Petroleum Company is actually an oil exploration company, a small exploration company listed on the New York Stock Exchange.
It started with Richfield's father, who made his fortune after digging an oil field in Texas. Originally, there might not be much if he continued to develop in Texas.
As a result, the old Mr. Ridgefield, who didn't know who he listened to, abandoned the land he bought in the Midland Basin, moved his position and went to Alaska to dig up oil.
Exploration had been carried out for more than ten years before the war, but no results had been obtained, and the company's funds had been drained.
As a result, the exploration plan was shelved when war broke out.
After the war, the old Mr. Ridgefield once again raised funds, took the equipment, and continued to Alaska for exploration.
But the place they were exploring was inside the Arctic Circle!
I don’t know what happened, but news came last month that Mr. Ridgefield Sr. died in a place called Prudhoe Bay.
Well now, oil has not been explored, and the company's last bit of funds has been invested. Now Richfield Company is almost bankrupt.
The New York Stock Exchange issued a notice last week that the company was at risk of delisting, reminding investors to pay attention to the risks.
Our Mr. Richfield was very unwilling to give up, so he flew from Alaska to New York to try to make amends.
Unfortunately, I was rejected by the New York Stock Exchange, so I felt very bad. This happened last night. "
After hearing Wan Chongxin's words, Fang Lang fell into deep thought. The two place names Prudhoe Bay and Midland Basin were very familiar!
Soon he remembered a report he saw later, which seemed to have these two place names among the top ten oil fields in the United States!
Could it be that these two oil fields have not been discovered yet?
"Then what this means now is that no oil fields have been discovered in these two places, right?"
“Yes, Richfield is currently relying on its first oil well to make ends meet.
Therefore, there is no potential for development at all. This is also the reason why the New York Stock Exchange issued a delisting risk warning. "
Fang Lang said calmly:
"Oh! Who else is in this guy's family?"
"He's the only one left."
At this time, Fang Lang had some concerns and nodded to show that he understood.
It seems that Mr. Richfield is sitting on a mountain of gold!
So how should we change Jinshan’s surname to Fang?
Fang Lang's first thought was to take advantage of this conflict between him and him to swallow up the company in the name of revenge.
Then invest in oil extraction yourself.
It seems that Brazil is a country seriously short of oil! Although there are oil fields, it seems that oil is mainly imported.
Thinking of this, Fang Lang didn't hesitate and dialed Mr. Morgan's number directly.
"Good afternoon Mr. Morgan, I'm Fang Lang!"
"Haha. Fang, why are you calling me when you have time! Are you asking about the stock exchange? This matter may have to wait, because the board of directors has not yet unified its opinions!"
In fact, the Morgan board of directors has already agreed on the issue of stock exchange between Global Shipbuilding and Bell Labs.
It’s just a negotiation! Whoever takes the initiative will get more, so the Morgan family wants to show off to Fang Lang.
See if Fang Lang will take the initiative to contact them.
Unexpectedly, Fang Lang lost his composure so soon and took the initiative to contact Morgan. This made Morgan decide to dry out the other party so that he could bargain later.
"Ah! I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan. It doesn't matter about the stock exchange. If it succeeds or fails, forget it. I don't care.
I'm here to ask you something this time, but I don't know if it's inconvenient for you. "
Whatever you achieve succeeds, forget it if you don't succeed. Shouldn't you be proactive?
Why do you seem so indifferent now?
Only then did Morgan remember that Fang Lang indeed seemed to have said that he did not lack funds to develop the shipyard!
It seems that if it continues to be delayed, not only will Global Shipbuilding fail to be listed on the market, but the subsequent stock exchange will also come to nothing.
"Oh! Tell me if you have anything to say."
Fang Lang didn't hide anything, and recounted the ins and outs of his conflict with Richfield at the bar last night.
He also stated that he paid US$10,000 in compensation for this.
Compensation is a small matter, but face is a big deal. The cruel words I let into that bastard's ears last night must be honored.
“I did some research today and found out that the company on the other side is called Ridgefield, and it seems there is a Ridgefield Petroleum Company that was notified by the New York Stock Exchange last week that it is at risk of delisting.
I want to operate through your investment bank! Squeeze his company dry and swallow it, and let him get out of the company his father left behind.
I wonder if you can help me with this? "
(End of chapter)
