Blackstone Code Chapter 900: Rat Road

thirsty...

Hungry!

The pain is numb.

Ryme, who was tied to the chair, had begun to swell slightly, and he could barely feel his arms without moving for so long.

Maybe it was his luck, maybe there was some will giving him a chance to live, and he started to clench and let go.

The change of pressure in the palm of the hand began to cause the blood to surging. After the blood flowed, the two arms suddenly felt a kind of... just like the terrible pain of being drenched in boiling water!

He doesn't know if this is normal, but he knows he has to.

I'm a little thirsty and want to drink some water.

Licking his leathery lips, he struggled to look up at the dark room, wondering if he would die here?

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

"Is my life's path at the end?"

There is no summary or recollection of important life events in the movie, only the sinking of consciousness, as if about to fall asleep.

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

As long as you fall asleep, everything will be fine.

At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly came on, and Lim was a little surprised. Did he enter the kingdom of heaven?

When he looked up again, he saw the person he least wanted to see.

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

The president made several calls to Lynch at every moment, and even asked some people to meet Lynch, but unfortunately they were not able to do so.

When he is rich, he just farts, and people will come and say that his farts are very powerful, and his body must be very good.

Now facing the challenge of the capital crocodile, before he said anything, some people covered their mouths and noses and left him quickly.

Cold?

Warm?

Only helpless.

The problem is a bit more serious now than it was some time ago, and his brother told him that if he lost every moment, he would be prepared to be hunted by a killer for the rest of his life.

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

If anyone has done the research, they will know that every moment is the largest customer outside the military, no one.

Every year they buy millions or even tens of millions of supplies and armaments to be transported to Mariro, which will become the core force supporting the stable rule of one of the warlords.

Without every moment, Mr. President's elder brother, the great warlord in Marillo, must end the current situation.

Because there is no wealth income, he cannot continue to compete with other major warlords in the way he is now.

He has no potential and sustainable development, so he must take the lead in launching a war with an unpredictable outcome, instead of continuing to wait and watch the situation steadily as he is now, until Mariro has the basis for unity before launching a war.

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

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

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, once a vicious acquisition starts, it cannot be easily stopped.

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

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

Banks convert old loans into investment holdings—one of their favorite things to do.

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

Of course, such clauses tend to appear in clauses when the bank is stronger.

Every moment when they first came to the Federation, they were very weak. At that time, the bank lent them a lot of money, and they really needed some local big-name financial forces to be part of them. s Choice.

Banks have been paying dividends for so many years, and the money they have lent out has already earned them back several times the principal and interest.

The supervisor in charge of the case even took the bonus and was allowed to buy shares in the bank and become a shareholder of the bank.

I thought everyone would be able to live with He Meimei, but at this time, the bank activated the terms.

They demanded that all the money they previously borrowed and interest be paid back as quickly as possible at all times, and they were given a term in which, if they could not get that part of the money, they would transfer their shares to whoever they saw fit people.

This is despicable blackmail, they've even been compounding interest on that money, and it's an amazing sum to this day.

When it's good, everyone says yes.

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 that's what anyone who can advise him thinks.

Compared to other consortiums or banks, Lynch has just received a sum of tens of millions of dollars. With his own liquidity, he can make up hundreds of millions of cash anytime, anywhere.

The money will save every moment, and the partnership with Lynch will also give them back the points they lost on the piracy issue.

He needs someone to help him get in touch with Lynch, and this Lime is obviously a good choice.

"He must be cured!", Mr. President said, grabbing a doctor's collar.

The doctor doesn't mind this, and as long as the money is in place, he won't have any opinion on pulling his hair.

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

The two-hour treatment cost Mr. President more than 100,000 yuan, including two special medicines worth several thousand yuan, and the use of some equipment.

A little over two hours later, Rhyme wakes up.

His memory was still at the moment when the room lit up, and the scene where he saw Mr. President's face later, he had already forgotten.

Actually, he had lost consciousness at that time, and these things won't stay in his memory.

"What's wrong with me?"

Rhyme was a little dazed, "Am I hurt?"

How to answer?

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

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

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

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

"I have already investigated clearly. This matter has nothing to do with you and Mr. Lynch. It is our fault."

I thought he would be angry, but after hearing Mr. President's words, Lim was unexpectedly less intolerable than he thought.

He even smiled a little, "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 big deal made Lime a little surprised.

While many people's eyes are still on the concept of "percentage", in fact, large consortiums have refined their shares to a thousand percent or even ten thousand percent.

For example, the Duncan family, their shares are divided by 10,000 points, because they are too rich and there are too many family members, 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 in the Federation, each bank has tens of thousands of shareholders, and they have been refined to the level of 1/100,000!

In terms of market value every moment, one thousandth is also one million.

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

As long as he doesn't fall down all the time, it's like raising him.

If being beaten can do so much good, Rhyme suddenly thinks it's not such a bad thing.

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

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

...a little later, Rhyme's phone called.

He reported his home, and he had called Lynch before, and the maid knew this person.

Lynch entered the study room with a little playfulness on his face ~IndoMTL.com~ and answered the call.

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

Lynch made a little joke that he knew where and how Rhyme went, just a little joke.

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

Rhyme laughed a few times, it sounded like he wasn't in a bad mood, "There's something going on here that I don't know about myself, the only thing I'm sure about right now is that I've broken a leg, but I Also got over a million."

"Sounds good, if a leg is worth a million, we won't need to import those food cattle from abroad starting tomorrow."

This sentence actually has two meanings, and Rhyme only interprets one of them, and not even one of them.

Finally, he was silent for a moment before saying, "Boss, the president of every moment wants to meet you."