"So miserable..."
Because Little Angel was preparing to increase investnt in Xia Country, he received a special pardon from Li Wenkang and was rely hung by Lin Qi at the ship's bow like a weather doll.
But the other landlords, including everyone from Europe, suffered greatly.
United Royal Mutual Benefit and the Lin Group are competitors constantly undermining each other, especially in the acquisition of various resources, where they consistently bid against each other to cause harm.
The financial losses are just losses; as long as the ultimate goal is achieved, Lin Qi doesn't care, including the redici family's sabotage. He chose to openly and flamboyantly retaliate, not because he was scamd into an investnt.
It involved the Longevity Club and the confrontation with the local royal forces of Europe.
But when it cos to the Royal Mutual Benefit Group, Lin Qi genuinely felt displeasure from the bottom of his heart.
Their most commonly used business tactic is to send comrcial spies or to buy off senior personnel in competing groups, always managing to get a peek at the base price Lin Qi planned to offer ahead of ti.
So acquisitions he could have secured at a lower price, but due to early price leaks, he bought fewer mines.
In cases where Royal Mutual Benefit was present, Lin Group's bid often had to exceed the market price, so much so that the return matched or even inverted the cost, just to secure resources.
This was an old grievance.
Corrupting the Xia Country Lin Group is a new grudge.
With both old and new grudges combined, Lin Qi wasn't in a hurry to call their moms to co pay the ransom and compensate for his losses.
Lin Qi wore a smile as he watched the crew repeatedly subrge and then pull up the landlords from the sea.
"Don't just focus on chumming the waters; throw in so bait to attract sharks from the sea to greet them."
"Make sure they're well entertained, so they don't go ho and bad-mouth us for poor hospitality!" Lin Qi said with a broad grin, admonishing the crew to up their ga.
......
The stage is set for villains to et their match, as Master Fuli munches on a fried chicken burger breakfast, and Li Wenkang rummages through the ship's cabin looking for his teorite. anwhile, social dia platforms overseas are in an uproar.
The phone lines of the social dia platform company are being bombarded from every direction, from chairn to CEOs, managers, and the R&D departnt. The sound of a ringing phone brings terror, reminiscent of an alarm clock, prompting them to toss their phones in fear.
They don't even need to answer the phone to know what the big shots want to say on the other end.
But...
It's not that they don't want to help delete the posts, but rather that the account's owner is too formidable.
Last ti they suspended the Fox's account, and within two days, the entire company, including the operations managent departnt, almost faced physical elimination.
A flaming oil tanker crashed in, and the renovation of the burned-down lobby downstairs isn't even complete.
Want to delete posts and suspend accounts? Fine, you do it!
But the mont soone suggests, "You think you can, you do it," the executives on the other side start to stamr, unwilling to click the mouse. Major shareholders of the social dia platform have had enough and just want to offload this hot potato imdiately.
"...Lorin, what bold content did the Fox post on its account this ti? My phone's vibrating like a massage gun, from calls to emails."
The boss, having just finished a noonti nap, lay limp on the office sofa, and with silence on his face, tossed the wildly vibrating phone onto the table, then asked his assistant.
"The United Royal Mutual Benefit Group, that colossal entity spanning healthcare, finance, and food, do you know it?"
"Of course I know! Our company's health insurance is from them. Just for one head, they charge six hundred bucks a month; you guys have to pitch in three hundred yourselves. They make money faster than a mint," the boss complained.
"Their board mbers have all been kidnapped. The Fox has just posted pictures on social dia. Among them are images supposedly of Vimal and Tina directors with the Fox at a castle, suggesting one fox with two eagles..."
"Overall, it seems the Royal Mutual Benefit Group has suffered complete annihilation from the Fox. Even their headquarters got blown up, and now all their directors on the move are missing," Lorin said with a strange expression:
"After an hour of ferntation, with instigation from the Bharat address, conspiracy theorists, and mbers of the Mayflower organization, users are celebrating, chanting the [Great Wise Fox King] event."
The Royal Mutual Benefit Group's reach goes beyond just healthcare, also tying to finance and insurance institutions as a trust.
Their dical insurance options, whether self-funded or employer-provided, are extrely expensive, almost unaffordable; a sowhat comprehensive package costs over a thousand bucks a month. If you smoke or have other bad habits, the total monthly expense could even reach two thousand bucks, with the employer covering sixty percent, and the insured bearing the remaining forty percent.
Arican netizens are unaware of the events that transpired one night on Peace Island.
But what they do know is that the directors of the Royal Mutual Benefit Group seem to have had their accounts hacked, posting AI-generated images that are extrely humiliating to themselves. The hacker openly revealed their identity, mocking Royal Mutual Benefit.
The hefty premiums they charge, when sothing happens, they just deny this claim and that claim.
The cursed insurance adjusters even have KPI assessnts on user refusals, the more they refuse, the bigger the bonus.
But... unfortunately, health insurance is a necessity, or else even a simple C-section can cost two hundred thousand bucks.
Want to cry? Crying costs money too, as it is billed as a negative emotional impact on the doctor, incurring additional psychological comfort fees.
Now.
People oppressed by big companies see soone daring to parody the chairman of the Royal Mutual Benefit Group in s without fearing a battalion of lawyers continually sending legal notices. Netizens are sharing the news online, celebrating.
An account of a fox?
No, no, we saw in the picture that the AI-rendered fox was so majestic it resembled a king, sternly disciplining the lawless wolves beneath it.
The atmosphere on social dia platforms is joyful.
The accustod authority and power deconstructed, mocked, and criticized, making it the perfect popcorn-worthy spectacle.
Influencers are also gearing up to cash in on the trend, planning to release a wave of new videos to mock the situation.
But countless influencers attempting to upload videos faced an absurd circumstance shortly after their videos went live...
Any tags or videos ntioning Royal Mutual Benefit related terms... the account was imdiately gone.
The platform's owner, afraid for his life, couldn't touch the Fox account, but dealing with so commoners was as easy as a walk in the park. Every platform seed to share a mutual understanding—aside from Master Fuli's own account, any ntion of the issue resulted in imdiate post deletions and account bans, with IDs being blacklisted.
Those aware of Vimal's whereabouts and who were involved with Master Fuli stood stunned on the spot.
Vimal is different from Miyel; she is a bona fide core mber, sothing only ranked below the Life Miracle Group Research Institute, first-tier mber in the Longevity Club.
The resources and authority in the Longevity Club represent biotechnology and flesh-tech...
However... the Royal Mutual Benefit board was annihilated.
This was getting out of hand.
"Hurry! Tell the president of the Asia division to hand out the world record award we're holding back. According to scholars returning from the Spiritual Particles Summit, the Fox holds a grudge. No need for him to co to Europe; we will go to him!"
"Send him a gold fishing rod; we don't ddle in life-threatening matters. How can you make money if you're dead?"
...…
anwhile, on Peace Island...
Ansheng had just finished breakfast and was lying comfortably on a beach chair, sipping a cold cola to aid digestion and relieve greasiness.
"Ring, ring, ring, ring..."
At this mont, the Security Bureau phone managed by the Triangular Hamr rang, and the caller ID displayed "Unos" in bold letters.
"Huh? Unos... is calling ?" Ansheng looked at the ringing phone with a puzzled expression.
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