Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Really? Then you'd better hold on tight."

The driver smiled faintly, then stepped on the gas pedal three times in quick succession while simultaneously jerking the steering wheel wildly.

The sports car's exhaust pipe spewed orange-red flames, and the enormous reaction force propelled the car body to spin like a top, sweeping towards Rose Street like a tornado.

Chapter 532 Defeat breeds resentment, victory breeds retaliation.

The Koenigsegg One-1 stormed into Rose Street with an aggressive stance, then came to a stop with a slammed brake.

Liu Zheng reacted quickly, grabbing the back of the chair tightly to avoid being thrown off by the powerful inertia.

He calmly opened the car door, landing with a steady, unwavering stance.

"Yue!!!"

Then he vomited all over the floor.

It's a little embarrassing to admit, but despite Liu being on the go all year round, he actually gets very carsick.

This wasn't really apparent after entering the Metropolis because he was no longer human.

But even the most extraordinary physical abilities couldn't withstand the driver's lightning-fast driving skills; he made driving on the main road feel like racing across the Gobi Desert.

The driver gave a faint, mocking smile and disappeared from his seat.

"Um, Mr. Liu, are you alright?"

The deputy director asked a question out of politeness.

"It's okay, it's a custom from my hometown. We have to throw up after a car ride for good luck."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacle.

"Uh, that's quite a ritual."

"It's wrapped. You can try it too, it's very effective."

He patted the other person on the shoulder and wiped the dirt off the tentacles.

"it is good."

The deputy director glanced at his five-figure suit and his lips twitched.

Where are your company's people?

Liu Zheng asked.

"It's nearby and can participate in our conversation the whole time, so you don't need to worry."

"That's what the deputy director said."

"Okay, let's get started."

He nodded and said.

"Ok."

"Has the amount of insecticide been determined?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It's roughly settled. As promised beforehand, our company will pay you a reward of seven million."

"That's what the deputy director said."

"Row."

He nodded.

Big Head's main task was to take down the five million stag beetles; he couldn't be bothered with the remaining smaller ones.

When will you get paid?

"We can do it now. Do you want cash or bank transfer? Or our company can offer a third, more valuable option."

"That's what the deputy director said."

"Oh? What plan?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"We can offer you shares worth seven million, and sign a contract guaranteeing that the value of the shares will not be less than seven million within three years. Otherwise, our company will compensate you with the corresponding price."

"I personally recommend that you choose this option, because Hongsen Culture is about to enter a period of chaos. Our company is confident that we can capture at least 70% of their market share, and at that time the value of your shares will also skyrocket."

"That's what the deputy director said."

Hongsen Culture is the company founded by Lujiaochong after leaving Luyin Culture.

"That's great? What are the conditions?"

he asked.

"On the condition that you do not engage in any further actions that harm our company."

"That's what the deputy director said."

In fact, the offer was even more favorable than it appeared, and even the deputy director himself was envious.

Green Shade Culture is a privately held company. The company's management had been hesitant about going public until recently, when they finally put the matter on the agenda.

The reason for entrusting Liu Zheng to blow up Hongsen Culture was twofold: firstly, to save face, and secondly, to take the opportunity to go public.

Don't be fooled by the current share value of seven million. Once it goes public, the stock price could surge, and the value could easily increase tenfold or twentyfold.

"When will your stock price skyrocket?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"About two years."

The deputy director gave a vague answer.

It cannot directly tell Liu Zheng that the company is going public, otherwise it may cause unnecessary trouble.

"Then forget it."

Liu Zheng refused without even thinking.

The metropolis is not a resort destination, but rather a cesspool within a cesspool.

He's not a scarab beetle; nobody would want to stay in this lousy place for two years.

Even if he really defied the rules and stayed in the metropolis for two years, those eight million shares wouldn't amount to much then.

"Does Mr. Liu have any concerns?"

"I asked the deputy director."

"I don't have any concerns, but I'm really short of money right now. Two years is too long, and I can't wait that long."

Liu Zheng said, half-jokingly.

"Please wait a moment."

After the deputy director finished speaking, he stood still, as if his computer had crashed.

"If that's the case, our company can lend you a two-year interest-free loan of seven million. If you are unable to repay it upon maturity, we will use those seven million shares to settle the debt. How about that?"

Soon, it spoke again.

"Isn't your company being too nice to me? Could it be that I'm actually the Supreme Speaker's illegitimate son, and your company has discovered this secret?"

Liu Zheng asked suspiciously.

"Our company is very optimistic about your future development and wants to increase our investment. Moreover, your performance is enough to silence those dissenting management."

The deputy director said tactfully.

Putting aside the network of connections behind Liu Zheng, Green Shade Culture was actually intimidated by his action and execution capabilities.

The commission was just issued, and the next thing you know it's been completed beyond the target. Who wouldn't be scared?

Moreover, the other party was an employee of the bloody restaurant, so many conventional methods of handling the situation could not be used.

The best way to deal with such a hot potato is to tie the other party to your own interests.

"forget it."

Liu Zheng thought about it for a moment and then refused.

He instinctively hated taking out loans, and even when buying a car, he preferred to buy a heavily repaired car with a spirit ring so that he could pay in full at a lower price.

"Alright, since you insist."

The deputy director didn't try to persuade him further, and simply opened the briefcase at his feet, inside which were stacks of neatly bundled banknotes.

"Would you like to check it?"

It asked politely.

"of course."

Liu Zheng replied without any politeness.

"please."

The deputy director was slightly embarrassed, but quickly recovered.

It was merely a medium for the company to communicate with Liu Zheng; Liu Zheng's words and actions were directed at the company, not at it.

Liu Zheng wasn't really targeting it; he just had some paranoia.

After all, movies are full of tricks that deceive people, such as using consecutive numbered banknotes, practice notes, or banknotes on top and blank paper on the bottom. After seeing so many of these, one will naturally be instinctively wary.

Fortunately, after some investigation, the company did not try to play such a trick on him.

"Okay. That's settled then. Let's talk about the second thing."

He put away the banknotes and said.

"Are you referring to Shui Sisan's family?"

"I asked the deputy director."

"Yes."

"Your request puts the company in a difficult position, but given your long-standing friendly cooperation with the company..."

When they said this, both he and Liu Zheng couldn't help but smile.

"In short, the company can choose not to deal with them."

The deputy director paused for a moment before speaking.

"but?"

There's usually a "but" after this kind of statement.

"However, they will be closely monitored until it is determined that they will not have a negative impact on the company."

"That's what the deputy director said."

"What is the specific timeframe?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Three to ten years."

The deputy director replied.

"Um"

He was lost in thought.

Three to ten years is definitely unacceptable in reality.

But in the metropolis, just surviving is a luxury; freedom is a luxury that only a very few people can possess.

Or perhaps, there isn't one at all.

If he is an indigenous person, then he can accept this condition.

As long as Liu Zheng is alive, the company will not dare to do anything to Shui Sishisan's family.

Others may forget, but after a year or two, or even ten days or half a month, who will remember a verbal promise, especially when the other party is not even a familiar person?