Money is the panacea.
After the twelve-year-old Yin Jue was sold by his parents to the slave owners of the Tsarist Empire for one gold coin, Yin Jue engraved these words in his heart forever.
Later, relying on his clear mind, Yin Jue gained the slave owner's trust and began to manage money and collect accounts for him. Later, relying on various means, Yinjue used a contract and a clever language trap to take all the slave owner's wealth as his own. Then he bribed the judge in the tsarist empire at the time and sentenced the slave owner to death. Death penalty for unlawful theft.
After getting the money, Yin Jue accepted a considerable donation to the commercial church, and then naturally became a local minor bishop. No one knows how this young man in his twenties climbed to the top step by step among the millions of people in the Commercial Church, and became the famous Pope of the Commercial Church - Yin Jue.
As the richest man in the entire continent, Yin Jue naturally gained rights. No one knows how his parents were killed by a car at home, and no one knows what happened that day. But everyone knows that on that day, the president of the Tsarist Court received a donation of fifty thousand gold coins.
Fifty thousand gold coins is a very important value in Yinjue's heart. Throughout his life, Yinjue never spent fifty thousand gold coins at one time, which was enough to show the importance of his parents in his heart.
"Mr. Zhou Li, your joke is not too humorous, I'm serious."
Yin Jue frowned and smiled nonchalantly, as if he didn't take Zhou Li's words to heart, "You came here today just to make a joke with me, right? If you have anything to say, please tell me."
"black market."
Zhou Li knocked on the seemingly unattractive table, raised his eyebrows, and said with interest: "Jin Suzuki? This table is worth a lot of money."
"Five thousand gold coins, not bad."
Nodding humbly, Yinjue kept his indifferent smile and said to Zhou Li: "As for the black market you mentioned, I don't know much about it."
"Is there something unclear? Is it that the bat in the black market street lost his parents and you don't know, or is it that some black market dealer drifted his car and killed his parents and you forgot about it?"
Zhou Li chuckled, folded his arms, and said with ridicule, "Sir Yin Jue, you are such a noble person who forgets things."
"I don't know about the black market, because our church is a regular business and has never been involved in these underground business activities."
Facing Zhou Li's almost jumping-faced ridicule, Yinjue objected calmly: "As for what you said, I personally know nothing about it. In fact, there is no need for you to be so sarcastic. After all, you There is no actual grudge against me.”
"Oh? Really?"
Hearing this, Zhou Lipi looked at Yin Jue with a smile, and tapped his fingers on the table, "A few days ago, you secretly blocked my chamber of commerce, and all seven suppliers that I originally cooperated with were cut off. , the products of six chambers of commerce have quality problems, and twelve essential material manufacturers have declared bankruptcy, you say that we have no actual grudges?"
"You have already met my subordinate Mr. Yin, and he personally returned the goods of the same value to you, and he also came with a lot of gifts. I think this can equalize the situation."
Looking at Yin Jue, who kept a businessman's unique smile and spoke calmly, Zhou Li's face suddenly turned cold. His fingers touched the golden Suzuki table, which could withstand a full-strength strike at the platinum level, and split into two. He looked at Yin Jue and asked in a cold voice: "In one month, three hundred and twelve workers died in a building collapse. The raw material used in the construction is called Fayol Chamber of Commerce."
"I'm pleased that the Fayol Chamber of Commerce has not entered into any partnership with us."
Yinjue shrugged and said to Zhou Li with an expression of joy and pity: "It's a pity that this happened. Please believe me, I will definitely regulate the quality of the Fayol Chamber of Commerce's products and punish them."
Finally, as if he really sympathized with the dead workers, Yinjue said to Zhou Li compassionately: "I will pay a pension of fifty gold coins to each worker's family in a private name. This money is enough to let them survive the most difficult times." time."
"That's no need."
Zhou Li suddenly smiled and waved his hand to reject Yin Jue.
"You mean you don't have to pay pensions?"
Yin Jue frowned. According to his understanding, Zhou Li was a pure businessman, the kind who never plucked a dime, but he would refuse such an obvious bribe. If these 150,000 gold coins were circulated for a while, 100,000 gold coins would be put into Zhou Li's own pocket.
"No, the pension is your wish and I have to support it."
Zhou Li smiled brightly and said to Yin Jue: "I mean, you don't have to punish the Fayol Chamber of Commerce."
"While you were talking to me, the current leader of the Knights Templar should have already taken control of the Fayol Chamber of Commerce. If my guess is correct, the Fayol Chamber of Commerce evaded taxes, manufactured ordnance illegally, and secretly learned from the Knights Templar. Ordnance technology, these crimes are enough for their leader to grow potatoes in the bitter cold zone for a lifetime."
"Oh, right."
Zhou Li seemed to have remembered something and quickly added: "The Fayol Chamber of Commerce seems to have found out that 15% of the shares are affiliated with a fertilizer factory in Jordan. Although this fertilizer factory has nothing to do with the Commercial Church, , but 72% of the income must be deposited in the Merchant Church Bank every year. They found a liability exemption letter in Fayol’s office, and it seemed that Mr. Yin’s name was written on it.”
"I don't understand what you mean, and it has nothing to do with me. I don't know when I did these things."
Yinjue shook his head, looking a little confused. He wasn't pretending, he was really confused.
"You certainly didn't do it."
Zhou Liyangguang smiled and said humorously: "Because everything I said is false."
"You have quite a sense of humor."
Yinjue was speechless for a moment. He didn't even bother to do such rough business methods. But just when he wanted to ridicule Zhou Li, Zhou Li spoke again.
"But it became real right away."
Zhou Li looked at Yin Jue with a smile, and looked at the increasingly horrified face, "The Templars have indeed controlled the Fayol Chamber of Commerce, and the fertilizer factory has indeed controlled Fayol, and at the same time, it has been deposited in the Commercial Church every year. Seventy-two percent of the proceeds. These are all supported by physical evidence.
"The witness is the leader of the Knights Templar and the City Defense Force. The physical evidence is provided by the Church of Literature. They were the Minister of Finance of Jordan during this period. The evidence is complete. Now, what was false is also true."
At first, Yinjue was a little confused. But soon, he understood what Zhou Li meant.
The whole of Jordan is controlled by my brothers. From the judge to the station manager of the prison van, they are all my people. How can you fight with me?
"Your evidence is all fabricated."
Yin Jue slapped the table that was split into two, and reprimanded slightly angrily: "You are violating the law and business spirit, and you cannot be the reason for any accusation against me."
"The endorsement of the brave man, the official guarantee of Jordan, and a series of interlocking physical evidence without any errors. Does it mean anything if it is forged?"
Zhou Li spread his hands and said with a smile: "Besides, the result is right, isn't that enough?"
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Yinjue was shocked. Only then did he understand Zhou Li's true intention.
No matter how full of holes the fabricated evidence is, and how unconvincing the so-called witnesses are. But as long as he can find an excuse for Zhou Li and his gang, he can investigate the Fayol Chamber of Commerce in a simple and crude way. No matter the process, only the result.
The result is obvious, the Fayol Chamber of Commerce must be related to the Commercial Church. But now, no matter how clever Yinjue's business methods are or how sophisticated his disguise technology is, they are completely useless. Because at this time, Zhou Li, as the "savior of Jordan", "the partner of the Templars" and "the titular pope of the Church of Literature", used pure violence to crack down on all business techniques.
He won't play with you at all about the equity system, affiliation, or various alliance methods between the two chambers of commerce. You were boasting at the negotiation table, and Zhou Li pointed the pistol directly at your head.
Only then did Yin Jue realize that this seemingly philistine Zhou Li was not a businessman at all. He made perfect use of his identity as a hero, using the various resources he had accumulated before, and then hitting himself on another level.
He is a brave man, a brave man who does whatever it takes and has no limits.
"I was careless."
After a long time, Yin Jue, whose face was gloomy and uncertain, sighed and said to Zhou Li with a wry smile: "I have never seen your methods before, and I admire them."
"It's okay. I forgive you for your short-sightedness."
Zhou Li comforted Yinjue, and then said to him: "Fifty gold coins are fine, but you must deliver the money to each deceased's family completely, without omissions or embezzlement. Moreover, I ask you to pay me extra One hundred thousand gold coins as compensation for my personal mental damages."
"You can just ask me for 250,000 or even 300,000 gold coins. I don't understand why you want to give the money to the poor."
Yin Jue frowned and asked in confusion. As the Pope of the Commercial Church, he naturally understands the importance of charity, and he and the Commercial Church have also done a lot of charity. But Yin Jue knew in his heart that those extremely fancy and cumbersome charitable organizations were actually just shows that also had money laundering functions. One hundred thousand gold coins are thrown into charity, but less than ten thousand actually fall into the hands of the poor. This is commonplace and an unspoken rule throughout the industry.
"It's simple. I'm happy, buddy."
Zhou Li propped up the broken table with one foot, crossed his legs, and said arrogantly: "It's pointless to make money from the poor. Listening to those naked people crying and dying, it's better to listen to you upper class people. It’s fun for the symphony to send me money.”
"Yeah…"
Yinjue glanced at Zhou Li meaningfully, then smiled, handed a piece of paper to Zhou Li, and said to him: "I will hand over Jordan's compensation to you on time, but on the black market, I don't know what it is." What. I have a doctor friend who has admired you for a long time. You can contact him at this address."
"It's boring to beat around the bush."
Zhou Li smacked his lips, took out his voice recorder and turned it off in front of Yin Jue. He put the note into his pocket, stood up, and said in a bored tone: "Let's be honest, are there any people from the West in the black market? I have something to ask."
Yin Jue just looked at Zhou Li and smiled without saying a word.
"Tsk."
Zhou Li clicked his tongue when he saw this, took out the miniature recording array, crushed it, and asked angrily: "Hurry up, I don't have time to ink with you."
"Westerners have always relied on a conveyor belt to purchase black market items. As for Westerners, they rarely appear in Tariq."
After getting a questionable answer, Zhou Li waved his hand, turned around and left the office without looking back. After Zhou Li left, Yin Jue sat motionless on the chair. He just lowered his eyes, like a tiger waiting for an opportunity.
The brave... cannot stay.
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"Set off."
After getting the so-called friend's address, Zhou Li returned to the car. Just when Aiwei had calmed down and was about to remind Zhou Li to drive slower, Zhou Li stepped on the accelerator and almost stepped into the engine. With a roar, the car turned into a meteor and flew away.
never mind.
Feeling the roaring wind, Ivy closed his eyes with a smile and chose to accept a sad life.
"right here."
After a while, the vehicle stopped suddenly in front of a pharmacy. Everyone got out of the car one after another. Zhou Li raised his head and slowly read the content on the sign.
“The house must be returned to three generations”
"It's Bag Sanhuan Pharmacy."
The old man in white robe at the door glanced at Zhou Li speechlessly, "Are you here to buy medicine?"
"Someone introduced me."
Zhou Li didn't bother much and handed the note to the old man. The old man held his reading glasses and read the contents of the note. Then he thought for a moment, turned around, and said to everyone: "Follow me."
Nodding to Lin Zi and his group, Zhou Li took Eluma's hand and followed the old man. They entered the pharmacy, and a huge zigzag medicine cabinet appeared in front of everyone.
The old man pointed to the center area of the medicine cabinet and motioned for everyone to stand on it. Zhou Li and Eluma stood at the front, Lin Ling and Lin Zi stood behind, and Don Quixote and Torrea stood on both sides, observing the surroundings vigilantly.
"Don't leak money in the black market. This is not Mosk. There are lawless gangsters who are looking for the little money in your pockets. Be careful."
The old man reminded him kindly, and then he saw a look of joy on the leading man's face. It's as pure as a child finding a beloved toy.
are you crazy.
Without thinking much, the old man slammed down a box of bruises in the medicine cabinet. In an instant, the center of the back shape was slightly dented, and the board that Zhou Li and his group were stepping on instantly slid down like a slide.
After a burst of darkness and wind, a wide and huge underground building appeared in everyone's eyes. This is an underground area where an air-raid shelter was built. On a wide main road, there are many pipes leading to small air-raid shelters, which is the market here. Not far away from where everyone came down, a small but well-equipped black hospital was built on the old sewage facility.
"Please give way."
A medical convoy serving the underground passed by Zhou Li. Zhou Li looked at the medical supplies in the car and said to everyone with emotion: "Sure enough, for those people in the west, medicine is more valuable than gold."
"If someone robs this convoy, you won't have to worry about it in the next life."
