Chapter 1672 Start-Up Capital
"No need, Mr. Barbarossa." Lin Nian raised the flashlight slightly, illuminating the face of the man in front of him, and after confirming the iconic features of the red beard and red hair, he said, "Did you bring what I want?"
"You may not have brought what I want." Barbarossa narrowed his eyes and said.
Lin Nian looked at him, and within two seconds, Barbarossa immediately lowered his eyebrows and smiled amiably, "Some of the lines are classic, and some are involuntary. I've been watching Chinese movies recently and want to learn more about Chinese culture, don't be surprised. Oh! Grilled ribs, tasteful, can I have one? I've been eating all the sea fish all the way from the sea, and there's a fishy smell in my teeth."
Lin Nian looked at the other party drooling and was silent. After hesitating for a while, he handed a rib to Barbarossa, watching him busy biting the juicy smoked beef on it and asked, "Are all the things on the ship?"
"Nine hundred and ninety-nine, not a single piece less." Barbarossa patted his chest and said, "I'll do the job, don't worry, for such a big deal, I personally select trustworthy people to escort it."
"I'm actually still thinking about what to do if you cheat and stand me up." Lin Nian looked up at the cargo ship parked at the dock.
"I wouldn't dare to do this even if I had ten thousand guts. Besides, you have done me a favor. Thanks to your care in the Indian Ocean, I was able to escape unscathed, instead of becoming a fool like others." Barbarossa hissed and waved his hand, smiling at Lin Nian with a deep fear in his eyes.
"Inspect the goods, and make a quick decision. I am in a hurry." Lin Nian walked towards the cargo ship at the dock. Barbarossa also threw the clean ribs to the fainted guard beside him, wiped his hands on his trouser legs, wiped his mouth, lowered his head and quickly followed, "I'll put the ladder!"
As a result, when he approached, he found that Lin Nian was already standing on the deck of the cargo ship, which made him stunned for a moment. A touch of envy and fear surged in his eyes, and he jumped on the ladder and climbed up.
On the deck, Lin Nian saw several people wearing black raincoats and cloaks standing on the side of the ship. When they saw Lin Nian board the ship, they all bowed their heads slightly to greet him. In front of them, there was a square iron cargo box covered by a black waterproof awning on the deck. The awning and other items were tied to the deck with iron chains as thick as wrists, and the joints were welded to prevent any loosening or falling off.
"After it is welded and sealed, no one can open it before arriving at the destination, in order to avoid any explanation if there is a shortage of weight at that time." Barbarossa climbed onto the deck and walked to Lin Nian's side. Looking at the iron cargo box sealed with iron chains, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Everyone on the ship was nervous all the way, fearing that something would go wrong, but it seems that God is on our side. Maybe all my bad luck in this life has ended on that damn island. It has been calm all the way here, and there have been few strong winds and waves."
"Open the box." Lin Nian said.
Barbarossa gestured to the crew standing by the side of the ship, and two burly men holding cutters stood out, ready to cut the chains under the cover of the tide and the wind.
"It's too noisy." Lin Nian glanced at the rotating cutters in their hands and said.
"Then what should we do?" Barbarossa stopped talking halfway, because he saw Lin Nian grab one of the iron chains with one hand and lift it slightly, and the buckle welded to the deck was deformed and broken directly. This incredible violence made the two men holding the cutters swallow their saliva and subconsciously take a few steps back.
The chains broke one by one, and after the last one broke, the tarpaulin was blown up by the strong wind. When it was about to fly into the sea and become marine garbage, Lin Nian raised his hand and grabbed the tarpaulin and threw it to Barbarossa.
The heavy black cargo box stood quietly in front of him. The blackened surface was painted with a blood-red skull in red, trying to intimidate anyone who saw it, telling them that if they dared to covet the things inside, they would suffer a cruel death.
"Open the box." Barbarossa took a deep breath and said. Although he was full of fear and awe for the big boy on his ship, he could not suppress the desire in his eyes, the desire for wealth. This business might be greater than the sum of all the businesses he had done in the first half of his life!
All this came from his courage. If someone else had experienced the nightmare story in the Indian Ocean, he would have been scared and begged others to delete this memory, right? But he was different. He had his own value, coupled with his amazing greed and courage, and he squeezed his head to show his role in front of the people who really stood at the top and held power and power, and got the opportunity to cooperate.
Those who survive a great disaster will have good fortune in the future. This is a proverb that Barbarossa has recently learned from Chinese culture. He has recorded countless such wise quotations in his life mottos, and firmly believes that the mysterious power of the East must be hidden in them.
He even made a decision that after making this money, before receiving Lin Nian's summons again, he would take the generous funds to go to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in southwest China to try to find an old lama to teach him Chinese magic skills. It is said that Xier, who was once so powerful, did the same thing!
But the premise of all this is that this deal must be successfully completed.
Barbarossa stood behind Lin Nian, staring at his terrible employer and boss, swallowing his saliva uncontrollably. Although he had followed the other party's instructions, crossed the ocean and took countless long routes for more than half a year to establish connections from the Gulf of Mexico and successfully smuggled the goods into the Chicago Harbor, he did everything flawlessly and perfectly, but in the end, whether this business could be successful, tragically speaking, it all depends on whether the other party will keep their promise.
This is also the link that best reflects Barbarossa's audacity. If other pirate leaders told him that there was a huge fortune, but he needed someone to point a gun at his head to cooperate with him, the probability of the other party's black-eating black was unknown, but if the other party had this intention, you would be 100% dead, so about eleven out of ten would not dare to take this job.
But Barbarossa dared. After coming down from Atlantis, his courage was several times greater for no reason. He would definitely not play like this before, but now. What's the point of a gun pointing at your head? Is it scary to have a dinosaur running after you and drooling?
"Crack."
The padlock on the cargo box was pulled off by Lin Nian, and then the iron door opened with a creak, revealing the dark interior.
Lin Nian raised his hand to the back, and Barbarossa tactfully trotted over and handed over a flashlight to shine inside. The beautiful and attractive golden light instantly illuminated the cheeks of the two people standing at the entrance of the cargo box.
Barbarossa looked at the gorgeous scene in the cargo box, and his heart was about to melt. The business he did before was just a small one, and the business he did with this gentleman next to him was really "turbulent"!
Lin Nian calmly looked at the golden treasures in the cargo box. Anyone standing here would be stunned by this shocking scene. Nine hundred and ninety-nine gold bricks, genuine "gold bricks", 12.5 kilograms, rectangular trapezoidal gold bricks neatly stacked in the cargo box. The color of the pure gold under the flashlight is simply a fairyland on earth, a scene that can only be seen in dreams.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine gold bricks, according to the current gold market price of $1409.51 per ounce, the total value of this cargo box has reached a terrifying $560 million. There is no bubble, nor is it the so-called "wealth" from the valuation of fixed assets that can be touched. This is pure tradable net value, which can be replaced with any material of the same value at any time and anywhere.
"Well done." Lin Nian glanced at the gold bricks roughly, without checking whether the quantity was enough, "Go and get your share."
According to the promise, Barbarossa helped Lin Nian smuggle the gold bricks from the Indian Ocean to the Chicago Harbor. If there were no mistakes, he would get 10% of the profit, that is, 100 gold bricks as compensation, which is a full 56 million US dollars in net profit. This kind of profit can make everyone crazy, including Barbarossa himself.
But after Lin Nian said this, he found that Barbarossa did not move. Looking back, he saw that the red-bearded pirate looked at him with some fear. Of course, he guessed what the other party was thinking. He was probably afraid that if he walked in front of Lin Nian, his head would be taken off in the next second.
Lin Nian didn't say anything, but just raised his hand slightly. The next moment, a part of the gold in the cargo box was missing. A suppressed low cry sounded from the side of the ship outside, and a pile of scattered gold bricks appeared on the deck out of thin air, and the number was exactly 100 as agreed.
"This is a long-term deal. If I have a large amount of smuggling needs, I will notify you through the contact information I left." Lin Nian looked at Barbarossa, who was shocked and ecstatic, and said lightly, "I am a trustworthy person, and I hope you are too. I am very satisfied with the first cooperation, and I also look forward to you living safely in this world when I want to find you next time."
Choosing to preserve Barbarossa's memory of Atlantis through personal relationships to prevent him from being hypnotized and washing his memory, and to reach a cooperation with himself, this is a leisurely move made by Lin Nian, and it is also the first time he started to play chess.
Wealth, huge wealth is the first step Lin Nian prepared. Although he once desired wealth, he was not obsessed with wealth, but now he has a reason to accumulate original capital through various means. He does not want to appear in the game with the emperor later. Any scene of being controlled by others and forced to retreat because of funds.
Naturally, the golden library on the sunken island of Atlantis became his biggest reliance. This first batch of gold bricks was the start-up capital he smelted through some "means". The perfect alchemical metal was even more valuable than gold itself. After successfully smuggling it to Chicago, the next step was how to sell it.
In this regard, Lin Nian had already prepared a countermeasure.