blackstone code

Chapter 900 Rat Road
thirsty……

hungry!
Pain to numbness.

Lyme's two arms, which were tied to the chair, had begun to swell slightly. After such a long period of inactivity, he could hardly feel his arms.

Maybe it was his good luck, maybe there was some will to give him a chance to live, he began to clenched his fists and loosened them.

The pressure changes in the palms began to cause the blood to surge, and after the blood flowed, the two arms suddenly felt a terrible pain like being splashed with boiling water!
He didn't know if it was normal, but he knew he had to.

Just a little thirsty and want to drink some water.

He licked his peeling lips, raised his head and looked at the dark room, wondering if he would die here?

He never thought that he would die in this dark room because of a legitimate job.

"Has my life path reached the last stage?"

There is no induction and recollection of the important events in a lifetime in the movie, only the sinking of consciousness, as if about to fall asleep.

The speed of thinking began to change, the pain in both arms was also lessening, and the discomfort in the body seemed to disappear slowly at this moment, in order to match his desire to "fall asleep".

As long as you sleep, everything will be fine.

At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly turned on, and Lime was a little surprised. Did he enter the kingdom of heaven?
When he raised his head again, he saw the person he least wanted to see.

"I don't care how much money or what you want, just save this person!"

The president at every moment made several calls to Lynch, and even found some people who wanted to meet Lynch, but unfortunately they couldn't do so.

When he was rich, if he farted, someone would come and say that his fart was very powerful, and he must be in good health.

Now facing the challenge of the capital crocodile, before he could say anything, some people covered their mouths and noses and carried him away quickly.

cold?
warm?
Only helpless.

The problem now is more serious than some time ago. His brother told him that if he lost every moment, he would be prepared to be hunted down by killers for the rest of his life.

The core foundation of the warlords is wealth and weapons. Except for the profits distributed to shareholders, all other profits are invested in it.

Anyone who has done a survey will know that every moment is the largest customer other than the military, not one of them.

Every year, they buy millions or even tens of millions of supplies and armaments and transport them to Mariro. These arms will become the core force to support the stable rule of one of the warlords.

Without every moment, Mr. President's brother, the big warlord of Mariro, must end the current situation.

Because without wealth and income, he couldn't continue to compete tacitly with other big warlords in the current way.

He has no potential and sustainable development ability, so he must take the lead in launching a war whose outcome is unpredictable, instead of continuing to wait and see the changes of the situation steadily as he is doing now, until Mariro has a unified foundation before launching a war.

Mr. President has been cornered, and he can't even afford to fight those hostile takeovers.

Whether it is a "poison plan" or a repurchase with terms, the core content is to burn each other's money. If the company can't afford the money to buy back the shares in the shareholders' hands first, then these shares will fall into the hands of those acquirers.

This is also inevitable, no one can make a fortune in front of others, and according to the Federal Financial Regulatory Commission and financial-related laws and regulations, once a vicious acquisition starts, it cannot be easily stopped.

This is destined to be a tragic war, but they really have no money in their hands.

What's even more exasperating is that the bank not only didn't give him any help at this time, but also gave him a stab in the waist, which made him unable to straighten up until now.

Banks turn former loans into investments and shareholdings—one of their favorite things to do.

When they lend money to a large company, there will be some relevant terms. They have the right to choose whether the borrowing company will return the bank's loan and interest after the debt matures, or exchange it with shares of the same price.

Of course, such clauses often only appear in the clauses when the bank is relatively strong.

Every moment was very weak when they first came to the federation. At that time, the bank lent them a large amount of money, and they really needed some local big-name financial power to become part of them. That's why they had such a choice.

The banks have been eating dividends for so many years, and the money they lent out has already earned more than several times the principal with interest.

The supervisor in charge of this case was even soft with a bonus, and has been allowed to buy shares in the bank and become a shareholder of the bank.

I thought everyone would be able to live happily ever after, but at this time, the bank activated the terms.

They demanded at every moment the quick return of the money they had previously borrowed, with interest, and a time limit was given, and if they did not get this part of the money, they would transfer their shares to whoever they thought fit.

It's a nasty blackmail, and they've even been compounding interest on that money, which is an astonishing sum to this day.

When it's good, everyone agrees.

When it's bad, everyone turns their faces. This change makes Mr. President have to restrain his violent side.

The only one who can save him now is Mr. Lynch, at least those who can advise him think so.

Compared with other consortiums or banks, Lynch has just received a sum of tens of millions of funds, plus his own liquidity, he can scrape together hundreds of millions of cash anytime and anywhere.

This money can completely save the current moment, and at the same time, reaching a cooperative relationship with Lynch can also recover the points they lost on the pirate issue.

He needs someone who can help him contact Lynch, and Lime in front of him is obviously a good choice.

"He must be cured!" Mr. President couldn't help but grabbed a doctor by the collar and said.

The doctor didn't mind this at all, as long as the money was in place, he wouldn't have any opinion on pulling his hair.

Next, the treatment team used professionalism to let everyone know why quality medical care must be expensive.

The treatment of more than two hours cost the president more than [-] yuan, including two injections of special medicine worth several thousand yuan, and the cost of using some equipment.

More than two hours later, Rhyme woke up.

His memory still stays in the moment when the room lit up for an instant, and he has already forgotten the scene when he saw Mr. President's face later.

In fact, he had already lost consciousness at that time, and these things would not stay in his memory.

"What's wrong with me?"

Lime was a little dazed, "Am I injured?"

how to answer?

Mr. President immediately thought of saying, "You fainted, I sent you to the hospital, they said you were just a little thirsty."

Lime licked his lips, there was indeed a lot of dead skin, he bit a small piece with his teeth and tore it off, feeling an inexplicable refreshing feeling.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "So am I free now?"

Mr. President nodded and said, "Of course, I apologize for the misunderstanding between us before."

"I have made a clear investigation. This matter has nothing to do with you or Mr. Lynch. It is our fault."

I thought I would be angry, but after hearing Mr. President's words, Lime was unexpectedly not as unbearable as he imagined.

He even showed some smiles, "Just figure it out."

It's not good at all, Mr. President took the initiative to walk over, "I must apologize for my recklessness, I will give you one thousandth of the shares to compensate you..."

One-thousandth of the shares, this large amount of money made Lime a little surprised.

While many people's eyes are still on the concept of "percentage", in fact, the large consortium has already refined the shares to [-] or even [-] percent.

For example, the Duncan family, their shares are ten thousandths, because they are too rich and there are too many family members, and the average share is one point, and each person is a few thousandths or a few ten thousandths.

The same is true for large companies. For example, the six major airlines of the Federation have tens of thousands of shareholders in each bank, and they have been refined to the extent of one hundred thousandth!
In terms of the market value at any moment, one thousandth is also 100 million.

More importantly, he can rely on this one-thousandth of the shares every year to continuously receive dividends, and he can sell them to pay back the money when necessary.

As long as he doesn't fall down every moment, it is equivalent to supporting him.

If beatings could do so much good, Rhyme suddenly felt that it wasn't such a bad thing.

"Then I thank you for your generosity, Mr. President."

Mr. President smiled, "I want to apologize to Mr. Lynch personally, I wonder if you can introduce me?"

...A little later, Rhyme called.

He reported his family name. He also called Lynch before, and the maid knew this person.

Lynch entered the study with a slightly playful face, and answered the call.

"I thought you had been kidnapped, and when I was thinking why they didn't ask me for a ransom, you called me."

Lynch made a little joke. He knew where Rhyme had gone and how. It was just a little joke.

After all, no one wants to live under the "surveillance" of others, even if it is not actually surveillance.

Rhyme laughed a few times, and it sounded like he wasn't in too bad a mood, "There's something going on here that I don't know about myself, the only thing I'm sure of right now is that I broke a leg, but I also got More than 100 million."

"Sounds good. If one leg can be exchanged for 100 million, we won't need to import those food cattle from abroad from tomorrow."

This sentence actually has two meanings, and Rhyme only deciphered one of them, and he didn't even decipher one of them.

In the end, he was silent for a moment before he said, "Boss, the president wants to meet with you every moment."

(End of this chapter)