If I make you a prosecutor, are you going to be the president of South Korea?

Faster than robbing a bank?

Wu Yanxiu and Zhang Biyu exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Could it be that thing?"

Upon reaching this conclusion, Wu Yanxiu's face showed some disappointment; he had thought Li Chenghuan had some brilliant plan.

That stuff does make money quickly, to be honest, but he doesn't want to get involved. The South Korean authorities are very strict about it, and even though he's a chaebol, he doesn't want to get involved.

Seeing their strange expressions, Lee Seung-hwan knew it was a misunderstanding and quickly waved his hand, denying it, "You two have misunderstood. As a prosecutor of the Republic of Korea, how could I knowingly break the law?"

"The road I'm talking about has never been traveled before, and it's something Chen Xianbi is very good at. He's very skilled at it and there's no risk involved!"

Wu Yanxiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Biyu urged hurriedly, "Stop keeping us in suspense and tell us already."

Li Chenghuan said unhurriedly, "As you both know, Chen Xianbi is a fraudster who is best at swindling other people's money into his own pocket. He can make a huge fortune in a short period of time. I have to say, he is quite a talent."

"But this is called harming others without benefiting oneself. It's all about cheating the people of South Korea, cheating the money of ordinary people at the bottom of society."

"I don't think we should make money off those poor people."

Wu Yanxiu became interested: "If we don't make money off the poor, who will we make money off?"

Lee Seung-hwan: "Whoever makes money, we'll take it!"

Zhang Biyu glanced at Wu Yanxiu, then looked at Li Chenghuan: "So who has money?"

Li Chenghuan pointed to the west: "The people of Amelika have money, the Western Alliance has money, we need to make money off them, make money off them, understand?"

Wu Yanxiu's eyes flickered: "What do you mean?"

Lee Seung-hwan flicked his cigarette ash and said with a smile, "You and I both know that South Korea, including our own country, the Western Alliance, and even the whole world, are all bloodsuckers for the Americans. We serve the Americans like slaves, bowing and scraping to them like grandsons, flattering and fawning over them in every way!"

"Their citizens, a family only needs the husband to work to support the wife and four or five children, and enjoy cheap products from all over the world, the best welfare and medical care in the world, and a high social status!"

"While most South Koreans have to work themselves to the bone every day, they can't even afford strawberries and watermelons!"

"I think this is very unfair!"

"Therefore, after learning about Chen Xianbi, I had a strong idea."

"Since these Americans and Westerners are so rich, why can't we transfer money from their pockets to ours?"

Lee Seung-hwan's words made Oh Yeon-soo and Jang Pil-woo somewhat interested.

As a small group at the top of South Korea's pyramid, no one understands better than them how thuggish the Americans are. South Korea's economy is ostensibly controlled by chaebols, but in reality, it is Wall Street in the United States that truly controls these chaebols!

Even for powerful conglomerates like Shunyang Group and Future Group, the founding families actually hold a pitifully small percentage of the shares; the majority are controlled by Wall Street financial groups in the United States.

At least 7% of the huge profits earned each year must be handed over!

Even so, we still have to be mindful of other people's feelings!

He's called the chairman of a conglomerate, but he's really just a beggar.

Now that Li Chenghuan is saying he can actually make money off these vampires, Wu Yanxiu is still skeptical, but she has to admit that if what this kid says is true, then it's definitely worth it.

"So how exactly should we do it?" he pressed.

Lee Seung-hwan snapped his fingers: "It's simple. Just have Chen Hyun-pil slightly modify the methods he used on the South Korean people and apply them to those Americans."

"For example, if you two are ordinary middle-class Americans, I could impersonate the IRS and call you, telling you that because of your good tax records, you've been eligible for tax breaks, but the prerequisite is that you first deposit some money into our special tax credit card to activate the credit limit..."

"I won't go into the detailed operating procedures, but rest assured, this project will definitely make money, and a lot of money!"

"Even if it fails, you two won't bear any risk. You just need to sit back and wait for your dividends. As for how much you'll get, I can give you a little hint: once this project is on track, it will be around this amount each year..."

Lee Seung-hwan made a hand gesture.

Looking at the one finger he extended,

Wu Yanxiu subconsciously asked, "One hundred million?"

Lee Seung-hwan shook his head. "Guess again."

Zhang Biyu interjected, "Could it be 3 million?"

This is quite a sum of money. They were talking about US dollars, or dollars. At the current exchange rate, 1 dollar is equivalent to more than 8 Chinese yuan, or 1500 South Korean won.

3 million dollars is equivalent to 4500 billion Korean won.

You have to understand that the two of them went to great lengths, risking investigation by prosecutors, exposure, and even criminal prosecution and disgrace, all to only raise 800 billion won.

If Lee Seung-hwan's project can generate 3 million dollars in profit in a year, that would be an absolute windfall, faster than robbing a bank, and without any legal risks.

After all, it was Chen Xianbi, who was in Southeast Asia, who did it. What does it have to do with these powerful figures in the Republic of Korea?

Lee Seung-hwan then stated directly, "It's at least 10 billion per person! Dao Le!"

Both Wu Yanxiu and Zhang Biyu were shocked by these words.

10 billion dollars, that's 1.5 trillion won!

If there were such high dividends every year, would Wu Yanxiu have needed to painstakingly combine official and business interests, exchange benefits, and spend money and build connections just to push Zhang Biyu to the presidency so that he could use Zhang's power to help him make money after he came to power?

Future Group is a conglomerate that does make a lot of money every year, with a profit of hundreds of billions of Chinese yuan in annual revenue and tens of billions of yuan in net profit. However, very little of that actually ends up in their hands.

After all, he only owns 3% of Future Group's shares.

His two brothers hold 4.1% and 3.2% respectively.

He actually had the fewest.

It has to be said that Wu Yanxiu was truly smitten.

If he could get 10 billion dollars in entertainment every year, let alone 10 billion, even if it was discounted to 5 million, he would be overjoyed!

Wu Yanxiu's heart itched with anticipation at the thought of green knives continuously flowing into his pockets, and he said to Li Chenghuan with an impatient expression:

“Chenghuan, we’re all in the same boat now. If you can really make this project a success, I, Wu Yanxiu, will definitely not be stingy. From now on, you’re my brother!”

"If we brothers join forces, I can guarantee that you'll rise through the ranks of South Korea, if not dominate the entire country. You'll rise to the position of senior prosecutor, and even one day become the prosecutor general. That's not impossible, Representative Zhang, don't you think?"

Zhang Biyu was also somewhat blinded by the huge profits. He nodded and said, "That's right, Chenghuan. We have common interests. I can promise that as long as this project is on the right track and we actually make money, I will definitely support you in the political arena after I become president. With your abilities, you should have been promoted long ago. I think it would be more appropriate for you to inherit Choi Byung-sung's ministerial position."

Both men promised Lee Seung-hwan various benefits.

He looked extremely eager.

Li Chenghuan was not complacent, but said seriously, "I will always remember the kindness of the two seniors. I know that words alone are not very credible, and we need to show real benefits to make it real."

"How about this, I'll meet with Chen Xianbi in person tomorrow and persuade him to implement my idea and successfully launch this project. If everything goes smoothly, we should see the money within six months. What do you two think?"

Wu Yanxiu and Zhang Biyu exchanged a glance and slowly nodded.

"This couldn't be better."

"Come on, let's keep drinking!"

"This deserves a proper celebration!"

"Hahaha, yes."

……

The three people at the table continued to toast each other, and the atmosphere became even more warm and harmonious.

Li Chenghuan single-handedly outdrank two old foxes.

Seeing that it was getting late, Lee Seung-hwan made an excuse to decline the traditional activities they were about to begin and left the villa.

And after he left.

Inside the room, Wu Yanxiu and Zhang Biyu, who had been drunk, regained their senses.

Wu Yanxiu's fake smile, which she had been putting on all night, vanished: "What do you think of this kid?"

Zhang Biyu thought for a moment and then slowly said, "Deeply scheming, skillful in methods, and cunning as a fox, we must be wary of them!"

"But the project he mentioned seems really promising, and I'm a little tempted."

Wu Yanxiu nodded slightly: "Putting everything else aside, this kid is indeed a talent. It's just that we don't know if he can be used by us, and we also have to guard against him betraying us."

Zhang Biyu sneered: "He's a smart man, he knows how to choose, and there's no place more suitable for him than our insiders."

"Moreover, once I become president, this kid will only try his best to curry favor with us. After all, prosecutors at the ministerial level and above can only be nominated by the chief prosecutors of the local prosecutor's offices, then approved by the prosecutor general, and finally appointed by the president himself."

“We have a firm grasp on his path to advancement; anyone with half a brain knows which option to choose…”