Shadow Empire

Chapter 301 We are all good people [Title bonus: Galadilla +2]
The federation actually has counterfeit money, and quite a lot of it.

Because people have discovered that making money is never as fast as printing money, and apart from the huge risks involved in printing money, there seems to be no other disadvantages.

In life, you have to choose between risk and enjoyment!
Lance originally planned to use counterfeit money to fool people, but what he didn't expect was that counterfeit money was not easy to buy, and now the counterfeit money was basically in denominations of one dollar and two dollars.

Because as the denominations get higher, such as five yuan, ten yuan, or twenty yuan, people will be more careful, after all, large-denomination banknotes are often a person's income for one or two weeks.

They will certainly treat it with caution, and this caution will eventually make it easy to detect the counterfeit money.

After all, the reason why counterfeit money is called "counterfeit money" is because it is not "real" enough. As long as it is not real enough, people will always be able to find some flaws in it.

Bringing small-denomination counterfeit cash to talk to them... This behavior is so stupid no matter how you look at it, you may not even be able to get through the door.

So Lance decided to use real money, but only some of it, not all of it.

Only the top two layers, with about 30,000 to 40,000 yuan, are real money, and the ones below are all "real on both sides".

The address that the president of Balzti Bank gave to Lance through Wally was a golf course to the north of Jingang City. Many wealthy people from the Bay Area frequented the place, but ordinary people could not see how good its business was.

Most of the time, there isn't even a place at the door as people imagine, filled with luxury cars and with celebrities and politicians frequently coming in and out.

Almost everyone who passes by the golf course will find it deserted.

But what is strange is that even though it is so deserted, it has persisted for so many years.

This is the cognitive gap.

For ordinary people, they think that a business place must be bustling, crowded with people, and filled with high-end cars that can represent status.

But what they don’t know is that special social occasions like golf courses are not places for “immediate consumption”.

All fees will be paid when you renew your membership at the end of the membership period.

Regardless of whether the guests come or not, they have to pay a one-time annual fee, ranging from two thousand yuan to tens of thousands of yuan.

Moreover, it cannot accommodate a large number of guests at once, so reservations need to be made in advance.

So even though it is always deserted, there is never a risk of bankruptcy.

A simple iron door completely separates the world of ordinary people from the upper class.

There are thresholds and classes everywhere in this society, but they are miraculously closely integrated together.

Lance came with Madore. In fact, there were several other cars, but they were just following from a distance.

Everyone was dressed very stylishly today. Lance wore the latest jersey and sunglasses, which made him look very professional, but he was actually not very good at it.

Under the guidance of the staff, Lance met the current president of Balz Investment Bank, Payman.

He was swinging his club under the awning, and each golf ball was hit far away with a crisp sound.

The caddie will then place the next ball, waiting for him to hit it, and will show a surprised expression at the appropriate time to provide emotional value.

After Lance came, he did not talk to Lance immediately, but continued to swing the club seriously. His secretary stood between them, "Mr. President will need a while, you can sit for a while."

If Lance didn't know that these people were scammers, it would have been easy for him to be fooled by them.

But now was not the time to expose him, so he smiled, nodded slightly, and sat down next to him.

The staff brought us excellent coffee, the kind that cost at least a few dollars a cup, and a variety of exquisite snacks.

After waiting for about ten minutes, President Payman finally handed the club to the caddy, took the towel from the secretary, and wiped the sweat from his face.

He smiled and walked towards Lance, who stood up in time.

"You are Mr. White?"

"Wally told me about you. I heard that you were planning to invest some more funds?"

The two men held hands, and Lance tilted his head slightly. Madore immediately opened a large travel bag he carried with him, revealing neatly stacked banknotes.

Lance let go of his hand, walked over, picked up two stacks and put them into President Peiman's hands, "I love making friends the most, this is a meeting gift."

President Payman's fingers gently slid along the edge of the banknotes. The sound and feel of the rustling bills made him realize that these were real money.

He now wanted to play the role of a proud investment bank president, not a greedy liar. He threw the money back into the travel bag and said, "I invited you here, how can I ask you to give me a gift?"

He became more enthusiastic and then asked Lance to sit down.

"How much do you plan to invest?"

Lance tilted his mouth and said, "Five hundred thousand." Peyman nodded slightly, "I thought it was a lot."

There was an obvious deliberate provocation in his words. Perhaps he wanted to show Lance that this amount of money was nothing to him, but he could also be trying to see if Lance would impulsively say that he wanted to invest one million.

But unfortunately, Lance did not do as he wished. "Besides not affecting my business, this is extra money. If I increase my business further, I might run into some trouble."

Hearing that there was still a chance of squeezing out money, Peiman smiled even more. "Can your business bring you 15% net profit every month?"

Lance seemed to think seriously for a while, then shook his head, "Maybe, maybe not. It depends on whether there are orders."

"So, Mr. White, I suggest you put your business on hold for now and focus more on our products."

"Fifteen percent pure profit every month, this is definitely a crazy business because there is no upper limit!"

“You might invest $100,000 in your business and it might bring you $20,000 to $30,000 in net profit every month.”

“But just because you invested one million, your net profit will not increase to 200,000 or 300,000 yuan.”

"But here, it is stable and reliable."

Lance seemed a little reluctant, "I need to think about it again. This is not a decision I can make alone."

He paused and began to talk about Count Balz. "I know a little about Count Balz from the company. He is a remarkable man. Can I meet the current Count Balz?"

President Peiman was still thinking about how to squeeze more money out of this "smart guy" in front of him, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to provide him with an opportunity. "Count Balz will certainly meet and talk with our important customers, but you know, a big shot like him can't spend all his time and energy on everyone."

"Mr. White, I hate to say it, but it's true, people are different."

"Some people have lower values, and some have higher values. Count Balz would rather talk to those with higher values. At least you can have a common language and thinking with each other."

"But it's hard for us to tell whether a person is worthy enough to see Count Balz, so we have a simple and crude method."

"If you invest one million, I can arrange for you to meet Count Balz!"

Lance didn't seem to care about the number at all. He just asked, "Is he in the Federation now?"

President Peyman said affirmatively, "Yes, he is in the Federation!"

His secretary stood by and looked at Lance with a smile the whole time. Another fool took the bait!

He was a little confused. Why were there so many fools and why were these fools so rich?
He didn't quite understand. Was it because God favored these people so much that they didn't understand such a simple trick?

Of course he won't show it, he now needs to play the role of secretary well.

They talked for a long time, much longer than President Payman had said, and in the end Lance left the money here.

President Peiman seemed to have made preparations in advance and asked his secretary to take out an investment contract on the spot.

While Lance was checking the contract, he checked the money Lance brought. The fragrance of the fluttering banknotes intoxicated him!
Seeing that Lance still refused to sign, he was afraid that Lance would go back on his word and take the money away, so he quickly explained, "If you need a lawyer, we can provide one..."

Lance waved his hand, took out a pen, and signed his name, Rice White.

"No, I trust you."

President Peiman was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly signed his name and gave a copy to Lance. "Keep this copy. It proves that you are our investment client. I will give you the highest level of treatment."

It was almost time, so Lance said goodbye. But at this moment, Erwin ran over in a driver's uniform, looking apologetic, "Sir, I don't know why, the car won't start!"

Lance immediately became angry when he heard this. "I have an important meeting later and you're telling me now that my car won't start?"

Irving kept apologizing, and President Payman next to him seemed to have thought of something and said generously, "I'll take you there. I'm leaving too."

Lance glared at Erwin, then smiled, "Mr. Payman, is this too much trouble?"

With the other 500,000 dollars from Lance still in his mind, why would he be afraid of any trouble?
"It's okay. I just happen to have nothing to do this afternoon, so I'll just give you a piece!"

He gave his secretary a look, and the latter said quickly, "I'll ask the driver to start the car."

Lance felt a little embarrassed as he watched the driver trot away. "Thank you so much, Mr. Peyman. You're a good man!"

When President Peyman heard Lance's evaluation of him, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, "You are also a good person, Mr. White!"

Lance agreed, "We are all good people!"

President Peiman also kept nodding, "Yes, yes, we are all good people!"

(End of this chapter)