Shadow Empire

Chapter 331 Deals and Resentments
Alberto, who was sitting at the table calculating accounts, had a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke was so severe that he could hardly open his eyes.

In fact, the profits that Lezhu Company earned through usury were far less than the profits it earned through selling smuggled liquor in bars, but this business was stable.

No one knows how the future will develop, and retaining such an industry is actually a means of increasing risk resistance.

Even if one day I can’t sell wine anymore, at least I can still lend money at high interest rates, right?
There were two other employees at the table, both of whom were serious accountants.

Working as a loan shark for a financial company might sound a bit unpleasant if it gets out, but at least the salary is definitely not low and the work is also very leisurely.

No one forces them to cook the books, and no one will send them to jail for a crime.

The only day I need to work every week is to figure out how much money I have earned that week.

It was indeed comfortable to look at the stacks of money piled together. Alberto picked up a few stacks of money and threw them back.

This week’s income is probably less than 10,000 yuan.

It sounds like a lot, about 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month. If it was a year ago, he would be very satisfied with his current income. After all, not everyone can make so much money every month.

But his bar could bring in so much profit in just one night, which made him a little melancholy.

Recently, his focus has been on the bar. There are not many people at Lezhu Financial Company, and they all went to the bar.

His old friends also like the bar business, and the lively atmosphere of the bar allows them to enjoy it very much.

People are creatures who love to enjoy, wine, beautiful women, money, and a lively environment. Who can resist this?
"Lance is here." The office door was pushed open and Fordis poked his head in.

Alberto glanced at him and said, "Let him in."

Not long after, Lance pushed the door open. He glanced at the money piled on the table and showed no emotional fluctuations.

This amount of money is not enough for him to spend in one night.

He sat on the sofa, picked up a piece of fruit and took a bite, "Business is good."

Alberto walked over with a smile and sat next to Lance, "Please!"

"If I didn't want to know if anyone was touching my money, I wouldn't even want to know how much money I made this week!"

“This is hard-earned money!”

He said something very solemnly which made Lance cough violently!
He choked on the fruit juice, which he shouldn't have been able to do, but this sentence was so damn funny!
Alberto looked at him with some confusion as he coughed for a long time and rolled his eyes at him. He was a little confused about what he had done.

When Lance had almost finished coughing, he took a deep breath, allowing his entire lung to expand with the inhaled air. That feeling made him feel a little more comfortable.

"Have you ever thought carefully about what flowers you are talking about?"

"You sit in an office doing nothing every day, and you earn a table of money every week. You call this hard-earned money?"

"If those dock workers knew you said that, they'd beat you to death with hammers!"

Lance gave a look of disdain, but then both of them laughed.

Alberto and Lance hugged each other, "So, my brother, is there anything you can do for me when you come to my place?"

It was just a casual remark, like when two good friends meet and one of them says, "Hong Gao will treat you today." It was just a way of expressing emotion.

But what he didn't expect was that Lance said a word, "Medicine."

Alberto didn't quite understand. He looked at Lance and asked, "Are you hurt?"

Lance shook his head and said, "Paul has a good relationship with the medical group. I want to get some medicine. You know, the war is about to break out."

"So I plan to buy a batch of medicine and sell it when the war is at its most intense. I will definitely make a lot of money!"

Alberto looked at Lance's serious expression and felt a little...he didn't know what to say.

Jingang City was about to be in complete chaos, and Lance was still thinking about doing the pharmaceutical business. He was a little amused, "Lance, no matter how much money pharmaceuticals make, it's impossible to make more money than alcohol!"

"And the city will soon become a mess. Although you can make money by hoarding a large number of potions now, you will have less funds in your hands. Do you understand what I mean?"

“Something that’s going to cost money is going to happen soon!”

Once the melee begins, there is money to be spent on recruiting soldiers, pensions, medical expenses, incentive bounties, etc.!
However, Lance seemed to have made a decision long ago that could not be changed by others. "I have other funds, but I want a batch of medicine. If you have extra money, you can actually get some."

"At the height of the war, the value of various special medicines was more expensive than equal weight of gold and gems, and it brought more than just money!"

The Greg family might be just a small gang in Jingang City, but they are definitely very influential in some remote feudal small countries.

Because they have medicines in their hands, these medicines can help rulers rule longer. It is no longer a manifestation of the crystallization of medical science, nor is it just wealth. It is an extension of power and political power!

Alberto thought about it for a while. He didn't understand this and waved his hand. "Since you think this is okay, then do it as you wish."

"I'll help you contact Paul..."

He stood up and signaled the two accountants to leave. Although the accounts had not been settled, he really didn't care about this little money.

What he needs to do is to make a gesture, a gesture of "I will check the accounts", so that those who want to reach out will learn to hesitate, and that's enough!
The call was connected quickly, and Alberto and Paul had a brief talk. Not only did Paul not object, but he was willing to facilitate it.

His relationship with the medical group is like that of a gunman and his employer.

The gunmen in Sumuli are well-known all over the world, and the medical group faces a large number of disputes and lawsuits every year.

They can handle some disputes and lawsuits themselves, but there are some disputes and lawsuits that they cannot handle within the rules!

For example, a company once did not obtain enough clinical data in order to bring their special medicine to market faster, which led to serious complications in hundreds of users!

The vast majority of them reached a settlement and signed a letter of understanding with a sum of money.

But there are also some people who, whether because they want to get more compensation or want to use what happened to them to warn the medical group, simply refuse to compromise and refuse to sign.

This kind of lawsuit cannot be filed, because the longer it takes and the longer it is delayed, the greater the harm will be!
After simple communication failed, they found Paul, and after paying a sum of money, these people disappeared.

Of course, when it was reported to the public, they finally accepted the company's conditions and received follow-up treatment.

In this age when there is no television and people can only rely on radio and newspapers to get news, if you have money, you can really do whatever you want!

The Pasreto family is respected by many people because of their good reputation, strong execution ability and the willingness to not leave any traces easily.

This is actually a very absurd thing. Because of his good killing skills, he has some connections with those big companies in the upper class.

For these medical groups, as long as Paul is willing to pay, it doesn't matter who they sell to.

In fact, the more Paul bought, the happier they were, because in this way, the money they gave to Paul could be earned back from him in the end, which was equivalent to Paul working for them for free!
Although this calculation is a bit incorrect, most people think so.

Now Paul is busy preparing for the next things and has no time to take care of the medical group. Now Lance suddenly said that he wanted to purchase a large amount of drugs, which is equivalent to helping him continue to maintain the relationship with the medical group.

How could he say no to this?
So I agreed immediately.

After the two of them exchanged a few words, Alberto turned to look at Lance and said, "The price of medicines has increased a little bit now, about 7 to 8 percent. If you can accept this increase, then there is no problem at all."

"Also, Paul wants to know how much you need for the goods so he can go and get them."

Lance took a bite of the crisp apple and said, "Three million dollars worth of goods."

His teeth crushed the apple, and juice splashed out from his mouth which was not completely closed. Alberto was stunned for a moment, then said "You are crazy", but still told Paul the number.

"He asked us to come over and talk in detail."

Taking three million worth of goods at one time was enough for Paul to spare some time. Lance didn't have any other emotions about this. Sometimes the relationship between father and son would be different according to different interests, not to mention that they were not blood relatives, but just ordinary friends.

After Alberto hung up the phone, he sat back down next to Lance, "Why are these drugs so valuable?"

Lance nodded. "Maybe in half a year or a year, he will become six million, or even more."

Alberto was silent for a while, "But I don't need to invest so much capital, and I will have the same amount in a year."

The meaning of his words is obvious, if it is just for making money, this is not a suitable investment.

Opening a bar, or even selling alcohol, is the top business in this period!
Lance shook his head. Since Luigi had provided him with information about him, he said softly, "When the world is running out of medicine, whoever has the medicine will have absolute control."

"You can get not only money, but also the friendship of the ruling groups of these countries!"

Alberto was a little dissatisfied and retorted, "But the medical group can sell more drugs to them. We are not as important as you think!"

"Have you considered this factor?"

"Those blood-drinking guys in the medical group will not let go of such an opportunity!"

It can’t be said that this is completely wrong. Lance smiled and said, “But the federal government may not allow them to do this, or even not allow them to sell to a certain country…”

That’s enough to say here. There’s no point in saying any more. Alberto fell into deep thought.

At this time, Paul, who was arranging work in the manor, hung up the phone and frowned.

Mueller, who was sitting nearby, asked, "What's wrong, Paul?"

Paul came back to his senses, "Abe called just now and said Lance wanted that batch of medicine."

"That's an impressive young man!" Mueller nodded. "I'll have someone send over as much as he wants. He's helped us a lot, and he seems to be very important to Congressman Williams' plan."

"It's worth tens of thousands, just give it to him."

The reason why the five major families are the five major families is not only because they have more people and guns, but also because they have more money.

Tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars may only be one or two days' gross profit income for the five major families.

It’s just a gift, it won’t have any impact on the entire family.

"He wants three million."

Mueller took a breath and said, "I see. I'll contact them right away."

About a few minutes later, Muller came back with an unnatural expression and it seemed that he was in trouble.

“They raised the price?”

Mueller shook his head. "It's not a question of whether to raise the price or not. They don't have much goods now. They can only give us two million at most."

This made Paul a little curious. These people in the medical group could not be considered human beings at all.

When they walk by the roadside and see a stone, they will pick it up, squeeze it until it bleeds, lick it a few times before throwing it back. How could they not make money?

Just like Paul took a job from them some time ago, there was a reporter who was exaggerating the addiction to special painkillers, which caused some waves in public opinion.

This guy is unwilling to be paid to shut up, nor will he accept any threats. He always says that "the people have the right to know" and refuses to compromise.

Eventually, he disappeared completely.

So he found it unbelievable that the medical group didn't make money!

"The situation may be a little tense now. The federal government has placed a large order, and they are squeezing out this batch of goods for our sake."

Paul also realized that the situation might be somewhat unusual, but even if Tanfit sank the continent, it would have no direct impact on him.

On the contrary, if they cannot overcome this difficulty, the Pasreto family will disappear forever.

"I remember there are still some stocks in the family, give them all to him."

Mueller nodded in agreement, "This is the only way."

In the evening, Lance and Alberto came to the manor. Paul received them personally and asked the chef to prepare authentic Sumurian cuisine.

"Try it, the most authentic Sumurai Island cuisine." Paul seemed very polite and enthusiastic at the table.

Through his explanation, Lance learned that Sumurian cuisine is actually divided into several factions. Paul and his people admire Reef Island the most. This is a tradition and a heritage.

I have to say, the taste is much better than the so-called "federal cuisine". At least they don't serve fried chicken or roast chicken as one of the main dishes!

Both sides avoided the content of Congressman Williams' final private conversation with Lance. Smart people know not to ask what they shouldn't ask, and know not to brag about what they shouldn't brag about.

Paul trusted Lance very much, so he asked Mueller to send all the medicines stored in the family over. As for the medicines from the medical group, it would take a few days to mobilize them.

After finishing the evening social events, Paul lay down on the bed, feeling the aches all over his body and the satisfaction of being able to rest, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Dover had been locked up for some time, and gradually no one discussed the attack on Lance anymore. At the request of some people, Dover was finally released.

Dover, who had just been released from confinement, finally felt the long-lost joy of freedom again!

He actually has a group of friends around him, and there are some elders in the family who support him, otherwise he would not be so unscrupulous.

If his father had not died, there would be no Paul today. At the same time, his father was not a small fry at that time. Those relatives and friends of his father have now become his resources.

Paul did not arrange a job for him this time. On the one hand, Paul thought Dover was not suitable for work now, and he would not be able to guarantee Dover's safety once chaos broke out.

On the other hand, not letting him go to work is actually to prevent him from getting into trouble.

He's annoying enough at home, and if you let him out, who knows if it will cause some unexpected changes.

Dover is not a mature person.

If he was truly a mature person, he would understand that he should respect Paul's teachings instead of going against him.

Perhaps it was because Paul felt that he owed a great debt to the Dover family that he indulged Dover to the point that even though he was an adult, he still seemed childish in some ways.

Two days after he was released, Dover went to the warehouse, where he planned to take a batch of drugs to sell.

The price of medicines has been rising recently, so it is a good time to sell them. However, when he went to the warehouse, he found that the medicines that were everywhere were gone!
After further questioning, he learned from the younger generation of the family that these medicines were sent to Lance.

This made Dover even angrier, he felt that Lance was targeting him!
Even Paul didn't help him!
In the evening, he took a few people to the bar to drink and relieve his sorrow.

He has no savings like most young people. The only difference is that most young people cannot make money, so they have no savings.

But he was so good at making money that he didn't have much savings.

He has always spent money when he had it and bought things when he had more money. He loves motorcycles and cars and has bought several villas and even a dock warehouse to display his "collections".

Recently, he has taken a fancy to a new racing car, which costs more than 70,000 yuan. He originally wanted to get a batch of medicine to sell and raise the money, but he didn't expect that he couldn't do it!
The more advanced the racing car, the worse its sales will be, so the production will naturally not be high. One less car sold means one less.

Seeing his favorite racing car being bought, he took his friends to the bar to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Whenever he thought of Paul's favoritism, he felt a little unwilling!
After drinking a little bit, he stepped on the coffee table with a red face and said to the people around him:

"If my father hadn't taken a bullet for him, it would be hard to say who would be the boss of the Pasletto family now!"

(End of this chapter)