Chapter 3303 Bloody New City (Twenty-Six)

Chapter 3277 Bloodshed in New City (Twenty-six)

The current leader of the Charabon family is not very talented, but he can barely be considered a qualified ruler. Under his management, the income of various industries is relatively stable. Over the years, a sum of money has been accumulated. For the upper class, it is a large sum of money, but for ordinary people, it is an astronomical figure.

Industrial groups also have another advantage, that is, as long as they want to raise working capital, they have something to sell, and they do not need to use financial means with a long repayment period, and they can raise funds quickly. Although urgent sales may affect the price, they can't care so much now.

At first, they still had a fluke mentality, thinking that Gordon didn't understand the chemical industry, and the price might not be very high, and Schiller patted his chest and guaranteed that he would definitely help them cut the price.

Little did they know that this was a return to Schiller's familiar territory. Catch the toad and squeeze the urine out. Don't say that the goose is plucking feathers. Today is the day of destruction. You have to pluck all the scales before you leave.

After Schiller's investigation, he estimated the limit of the cash that Charabon could currently take out, and reported this price to Gordon and the Charaban family at the same time.

Gordon almost fainted when he saw the string of zeros after this number.

Let's put it this way, the highest bid in the first round of offers that have been made is just a fraction of this number.

The people of the Charaban family lost their temper, thinking that there was a master behind the old police chief. This price just stepped on their death line, and they would be shaken if it was one dollar higher.

But they really needed this knife too much. This price would hurt them a lot, and they might not even be able to recover in the next ten years, but if they didn't pay this money, there would be no future.

In this way, the Charaban family offered Gordon a price that he couldn't refuse at all. It's not that the Wayne Group couldn't afford so much money, but Fox was crazy and couldn't spend so much money on this matter.

Although Gordon really wanted Batman to take charge of GTO, I'm sorry, brother, they gave too much.

"Don't be nervous, ma'am. I said I will help you get the leadership of GTO, so that no one can compete with you for your property." Schiller said, "But before that, I still want to talk about my compensation."

Ms. Charabon on the opposite side paused, then she smiled and said, "You did a good job and you really deserve to be compensated. How much do you want?"

Schiller shook his head slightly, then took out a document and said, "I can't take your money privately. After all, I have to consider my personal safety. This is a management contract. After signing this contract, you can pay me a salary."

Ms. Charabon took the contract. There were no complicated terms in the contract. It basically said that Ms. Charabon entrusted Schiller to help her manage her property, so she had to pay him a sum of money as a commission.

The amount of money was actually not much, just a few million, and it was a three-year employment contract.

Ms. Charabon raised her eyebrows and looked at Schiller. Schiller said, "This is the reward for what I did before. If you want me to do something for you later, you have to pay me separately."

"Even so, it's not much." Ms. Charabon said, "What else do you want to do?"

"You found out, smart lady." Schiller put his hands together and smiled, "It's a small problem of mine, and I need to use the power of the Charabon family to solve it."

"Tell me, as long as it's not difficult, I will find a way." Ms. Charabon has put herself in the position of the future leader of the Charabon family.

She knew that the people of the Charabon family would not sincerely follow her, a homeless man, so Schiller was the only person she could rely on at this stage, and it was okay to give him some sweet treats.

"First, we have to control the pollution of natural forests."

When Schiller said this, Ms. Charabon frowned. Although she had only been free from homelessness for a few days, she had no sympathy for the poor. She said, "Why control pollution? Anyway, it won't pollute us. If those people die, they die. At most, we will pay more money."

"I'm not saying that we really need to control it, but the natural forest protection fund established by Mr. Charabon needs to continue to operate."

"Why?" Ms. Charabon showed instinctive disgust. She wanted to overthrow everything about her brother.

"So I said it was my personal problem. I hope to become the manager of this fund after the situation stabilizes, of course, on behalf of the Charabon family."

Ms. Charabon understood immediately. She was also a rich lady when she was a child. Although she didn't learn well, she knew something from what she saw and heard. Those fund managers are all rich because there is too much room for operation.

Although it is good to get one or two golden eggs, it would be even better if you can get a hen that lays golden eggs.

"To be honest, ma'am." Schiller smiled and said, "I don't have any lofty ambitions. I just want to find a place to retire early. The manager of an environmental protection fund is a pretty good position. This is the most leisurely position I can find."

Ms. Charabon also laughed. She understood Schiller's joke. In Gotham, the biggest noise an environmental protection fund can make is the day it is established. At other times, corpses are more active than it.

"Okay, I promise you that I will not dissolve this fund and hire you as the manager of the fund."

Schiller took out another contract. Ms. Charabon took a look at it. It was still very simple, just an ordinary employment relationship. There was nothing to do about it, so she signed it together with the previous contract.

"Thank you so much." Schiller turned around and took out a small wooden box from his briefcase, put it on the table and said, "The best way to celebrate our short-term victory is to have a drink, what do you think?"

Ms. Charabon took the wooden box and found that it was a bottle of red wine, and it was good wine. She was an alcoholic, which immediately aroused her appetite.

Just when she wanted to ask the waiter to come over to open the wine, Schiller's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hello? Chief Gordon? What's up?...Okay, I'll be there right now, please wait."

After hanging up the phone, Schiller stood up and said, "Something happened at the police station, and it's related to the GTO. I have to deal with it right now. I'm sorry, you have to enjoy this fine wine alone."

Ms. Charabon didn't want to share it with others, because she was used to taking drugs when drinking. Seeing Schiller was about to leave, she didn't stop him, which was exactly what she wanted.

After Schiller left, she took the bottle of red wine and returned to the new house as quickly as possible. She took out the good medicine she had bought at a high price before, ready to enjoy it happily.

She took out the wine glass and poured the wine into it. The red wine exuded an attractive aroma. She lit the medicine and took a sip, then took a big sip of the wine, and sighed comfortably.

Then, with a bang, Ms. Charabon fell to the ground.

At the same time, Schiller, who came to the police station, said to Gordon: "My boss just said at the dinner that he would send me an important document in ten minutes, but I can't contact her now. Can you send someone to go with me to find her?"

No mistake, one song, one content, one look!

Gordon had received the payment from the Charabon family, and was still shocked by the string of zeros. When he heard that Schiller's boss had disappeared, he thought it was the Pale Knight, so he stood up anxiously and said: "What happened to Mr. Mayor? Is he out of contact?"

"No, not Mr. Mayor."

Gordon just breathed a sigh of relief, and heard Schiller say: "It's Ms. Charabon, the heir of the Charabon family."

Now the hanging heart is completely dead, Gordon quickly took people and Schiller to Ms. Charabon's house to find someone.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ms. Charabon lying unconscious in the living room, with some white powder scattered around her hands.

Schiller took a breath and said, "My client has a history of drug abuse. She may have overdosed. Send her to the hospital!"

The police hurriedly carried Ms. Charabon out. Schiller quickly stopped Gordon and said, "Don't make such a fuss. The Charabon family is in trouble now. If the future leader is seen to be overdosing and unconscious, it will be all over."

Thinking of the large amount of money lying in the GTO account, Gordon gritted his teeth and said, "Go through the back door, don't let anyone see, send her to the nearest hospital."

Looking at their backs hurriedly going downstairs, Schiller smiled. He rented this house for Ms. Charabon, and he had already bribed the nearest community hospital.

The 2 million that Ruth gave him before was almost spent by him, but it didn't matter. Even if Ms. Charabon lost consciousness now, the contract he signed before was still effective. Schiller will soon get the management rights of the new multi-million-plus natural forest protection fund.

While Gordon was going downstairs, Schiller went back to the room and took the bottle of red wine, but didn't care about the rest in the glass.

He was not afraid of the police checking the ingredients of the red wine, because he had tried it. Batman and Ruth couldn't find any problems with the red wine produced by Naya, and the physical evidence department of the Gotham Police Department was even less likely to find anything.

Rushed to the nearest hospital, the doctor's initial judgment was exactly the same as Schiller's, that is, the coma caused by drug overdose. Although it has been rescued, it is unknown when she will wake up.

Schiller didn't even look at Ms. Charabon again. He had already got what he wanted, and the Charabon family had no use.

The hospital had been bought by him. Even if the Charabon family and reporters knew that Ms. Charabon was hospitalized, they couldn't get in for a while. Taking advantage of this time difference, Schiller could take the contract and go to the financial department of the Charabon Group to cash in his salary.

At the same time, go to notarize Ms. Charabong's entrustment relationship with him regarding the natural forest protection fund, and then use this to advance another sum of money to enter the natural forest protection fund.

The financial department of Charabong Group felt a little strange, but it was logical to think about it carefully. If Ms. Charabong took over the group, whether she was willing or not, she had to solve the pollution problem of the natural forest. Even if she didn't solve the pollution, she had to solve the public opinion. It was normal to need money.

Because they invested in GTO, they didn't have much cash. The advance payment to Schiller was only 2 million in cash. The head of the financial department might also think that the money was a bit too little, like fooling people, so he could only ask Schiller to explain it to the future boss.

Schiller took the opportunity to suggest that since the money was not enough, he should subsidize some materials, even if he got some equipment to pretend to go to the natural forest, at least it would make the protesters quiet for a while.

With the financial department coordinating in the middle, and the fact that the Charabang Group itself started out in the chemical industry, they actually got a lot of raw materials for purifying groundwater and neutralizing land pollution, and even got a lot of household water purification equipment, ready to show them to reporters, saying that this was compensation for the surrounding residents to improve their reputation.

Because they didn't think their boss would really use these things, they piled up as much as they could, and basically took out all the existing raw materials, which was also considered to be selling well in front of the new master in advance.

But I don't know which wicked person actually reported this matter to the environmental protection organization. On the first day the materials were transported over, the environmental protection organization surrounded the place.