With Paul’s diation, Francisco stayed in the CIA’s interrogation room for less than three hours before being released on bail.
But Francisco was almost furious, "Bail... What did I do that requires bail?"
"I’m just a cancer patient, and I don’t even know if I’m cured yet. I don’t know what I’ve done to harm Mai Nation... Why was I taken away as soon as I got off the plane."
Fernandez comforted him, "Uncle, regardless, we’re out now. That’s what’s important. I’ll have Paul keep an eye on that CIA... We should thank Paul for his help; otherwise, we would have had a lot more trouble."
"Maybe... I should thank him," Francisco was now very angry. He’s an old relic, but his understanding of various entangled interests is far superior to Fernandez’s.
So he really didn’t bother to explain, "After the check-up, let’s just leave. By the way... Is Mr. F particularly interested in the Temple?"
"They don’t call that place a Temple; they call it a Daoist Temple," Francisco thought his uncle was a bit outdated.
"Daoist Temple? Daoist Temple, alright," Francisco bluntly responded, "Could we also build a Daoist Temple?"
Honestly, he had no such plans before. He was just thinking of getting his cancer cured and then going back to buy up the family business stocks.
He felt grateful towards Luohua’s Cancer Care Center, but that was about it. The two hundred million Mai Yuan in treatnt costs weren’t a small amount, so they were even.
However, as soon as he arrived in Mai Nation and was treated like this by the CIA, Francisco was really pissed. For many years, no one had dared to treat him this way.
He first contacted the hospital for a check-up. After the examination, the doctors were truly amazed. A patient who was critically ill two months ago had recovered like this?
Whether the cancer cells were completely eradicated and whether it would recur couldn’t be determined yet; it would take a few months of observation. But that didn’t stop the doctors from asking, "Mr. Francisco, where did you receive treatnt?"
Francisco was a very straightforward person, and he wasn’t shy about showing off his wealth. He said he went to Zhengyang in Huaxia and spent two hundred million Mai Yuan to invite them—I had two treatnt courses, while others only had one.
"Luohua in Huaxia? No wonder," To these doctors from top hospitals, the existence of Luohua was no secret. And after treatnt at Luohua, others had co to this hospital for check-ups; Francisco was not the first.
But the doctors were still curious, wanting to know how Luohua treated patients.
Francisco was about to boast when he rembered the detestable CIA, so he said he didn’t want to discuss it because their CIA disgusted him.
He wasn’t the first to refuse, and while the doctors were a bit helpless, they couldn’t do anything about it. They just subtly suggested that if the technology could be promoted, it could save many cancer patients’ lives.
But Francisco rather rebelliously retorted, "People with no money for treatnt are still without money even if cured. What’s the point of living?"
The doctors didn’t say anything more. This hospital had dealt with plenty of billionaires, knowing well many of the rich had rather strange personalities and the mindset of "poor people deserve to die" wasn’t surprising.
After leaving the hospital, Francisco felt the big stone in his heart had been lifted and finally had ti to consider other things. So he spoke to his nephew, "Contact Huaxia and ask if we can build a Daoist Temple in Visigoth."
Fernandez knew well that his uncle did things purely out of interest, often acting on whims, so he advised, "This is not sothing to joke about; if they agree, you’ll have to see it through."
"Of course I can do it," Francisco confidently replied, "Just to spite the CIA, I must do it; otherwise... won’t just anyone be able to lord over ?"
Fernandez was amused, "You’re at this age, still fighting over such trifles?"
"This is no trifle," Francisco gave him a aningful look and said, "I didn’t just inherit to build such a large enterprise. Comrce... do you understand comrce? It’s all about constant probing."
Fernandez pondered for a mont, suddenly understanding and nodding, "You an to say, this is just the CIA’s first probe?"
"Of course," Francisco very affirmatively replied, "There will be a second and third ti."
"No way, right?" Fernandez felt his worldview was being twisted, "Do they really have the guts... to go against a billionaire?"
"I’m just a billionaire of the Visigoth, not sure about Mai Nation," Francisco answered expressionlessly, "And that estate really is a bit magical, so I believe if I don’t do sothing, a second ti will soon arrive."
But even if it cos a second ti, we’re not afraid, are we! Fernandez wanted to say that with all the money we’ve spent on lawyers, isn’t it just to fight lawsuits?
However, in the end, he just nodded slightly, "That’s true, instead of waiting for them to cause trouble, we might as well take the initiative and convert to Daoism. That way, it’ll be their turn to try to win you over."
"Exactly, that’s how it is," Francisco laughed, "Once I have faith, how could they win over?"
Fernandez carefully glanced at his uncle, "Are you sure you won’t be won over?"
He knew his uncle wasn’t soone to ss with, known for being a shrewd businessman and equally adept at turning ruthless.
"Of course," Francisco glared at him with irritation, "You must understand, not just anyone can be exploited... I rember telling you, the guy doing live streaming, he doesn’t seem human, I’m not that bold."
If he’s not human, then what is he? Fernandez was about to ask further when he suddenly thought of "Prism Program," so he cleared his throat, "Building a Daoist Temple seems like it requires quite a bit of money, does our family have enough funds?"
"It shouldn’t cost that much, right?" Hearing this, Francisco hesitated. His cash flow was rather abundant because he thought he was going to die, so he left money for inheritance tax for his children and liquidated so properties.
Fernandez shrugged, "Alright, go see Sofia, and you’ll understand."
Five days later, they arrived in Australia. Francisco even specifically burned nine incense sticks in the Daoist Temple, but seeing the scale of the temple, he couldn’t help but sigh, "The Jansen Family... really can’t be compared to."
Sofia allowed them to walk around the temple this ti and replied with a smile, "I’ve already cut ties with my family, and all that’s left is this small estate... the main issue is it doesn’t make money."
Francisco asked a few more questions and finally sighed, "We can’t afford such a large Daoist Temple, let’s make a smaller one."
"You could partner to build a Daoist Temple," Sofia suggested from experience, "It’s like building a church, you can raise funds, but in that case, the property might not be under your na... you just need to be okay with that."
"That’s not a big deal," Francisco smiled, then glanced at his nephew, "You could ask Luohua if they have plans to build a Daoist Temple in Europa?"
"I only know they previously had plans to build a Daoist Temple at the Red Sea, but then they gave up," Fernandez took out his mobile phone and sighed regretfully, "Unfortunately, I don’t know how to contact Mr. F."
"Even if you did, it’s useless, his mobile phone is always unreachable," Sofia chid in, "Let give you a suggestion, go to the live stream room and find Tagore, he can pass ssages to Luohua quickly."
"Live stream room..." Francisco’s mouth twitched slightly.
During Francisco’s treatnt period, Feng Jun mainly focused on purchasing primary industrial equipnt, with a rather eclectic collection, and as long as the equipnt was outdated enough, he dared to collect it.
Indeed, most of the equipnt he was acquiring were second-hand. In the past two months, Liu nglong’s business had expanded extrely smoothly, now focusing on abandoned equipnt.
They had already completed the purchase of equipnt from two factories in the county, spending a total of 17 million yuan. Feng Jun didn’t even require him to provide transportation, just told him to find a secluded spot locally and watch over it.
After Liu nglong made the full paynt, he moved the equipnt to an abandoned mine the sa day. On the third night, the equipnt disappeared, and by noon on the fourth day, he arrived at Luohua, and by the afternoon, he received 20.4 million in cash from Sister Hong.
After subtracting necessary entertainnts, loading, and unloading fees, Liu nglong made a net profit of 3.2 million. He discussed with President Li about splitting it as 2.1 into 5, with each getting 1.6 million.
However, President Li dared not split it that way, saying the funds circulated for less than five days in total. "I’ll take 9.4% interest from you. If Sister Hong finds out, I will be in big trouble."
Liu nglong was also reluctant to give him that much, but he had to admit, with President Li’s help, things went smoothly. In the end, they agreed President Li would take 500,000 first, and add a 100,000 travel fee to share with the lower ranks.
However, they also agreed that when the business scales up, there will be no travel fees, just a fixed monthly profit of 3%. As long as the funds are effectively used, Liu nglong will definitely make money.
Such an interest rate is, of course, not protected by law, but neither of them worried. President Li wasn’t concerned about not making money, and Liu nglong relied heavily on President Li’s people.
Because when they were handling this transaction, President Li already had his eyes set on a few deals - he was representing Liu nglong, directly negotiating second-hand equipnt recycling with others.
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