United States.
Las Vegas.
"Argh!"
"How am I going to explain this data to the BOSS."
"God."
"If this continues, we’ll all be turned into a charity industry." On the top floor of a certain Entertainnt City, the manager looked at the half-year report, on the verge of tears.
Main page.
All inco, a sea of pluses, looking quite promising.
But.
Turn the page.
Whoa!
All minuses.
Those huge numbers are deducted from the inco, making one’s heart race until thankfully it didn’t flatten the inco to zero.
But.
This data is just damn annoying.
Two hundred twenty thousand.
Dollars.
Yes.
For a general company, this is quite a lot of money, enough to make soone laugh in their dreams but for them, this number is tagged with two words.
---Mockery.
Moreover.
This is still the half-year report.
Xie Te!
Making two hundred twenty thousand dollars in half a year, the boss probably wants to throttle him but he can’t help it, the first half data was too bleak.
February.
Earned over five million.
March.
Lost over seven million.
April.
Earned over three million.
May.
Lost over five million.
June.
Finally earned eight million, but by July, lost another two million. Hence, the scary half-year profit of over two hundred thousand.
It’s terrifying.
This money.
Boss buys a few sports cars, it’s gone.
"Whew!"
Deep breath.
The manager tries to be calm. This data ultimately has to be reported, probably costing him this half-year position, truly unlucky.
The predecessor was fired because of a net loss of twelve million dollars last year, he made over two hundred thousand but can’t guarantee the next half year.
Last year.
The predecessor.
Just because of a twelve million loss in the last two months, was fired, thinking resignedly, he dialed the boss’s number.
"BOSS."
"How is it?" asked the other side.
"Profit."
"How much?"
"Two hundred thousand dollars."
"..."
After a long while.
After calming down.
"Understood, work hard for the next half year."
"Yes."
The manager is delighted.
Great.
No firing, little did he know across the phone, his boss was holding back warmth with a bunch of ’brothers in hardship’, venting woes together.
"Did you lose?"
"No."
"Then you’re lucky, poor , Entertainnt City lost four million in the first half, went to Europe in May and lost over five million gambling."
"Sa here, bad luck."
"Argh!"
"..."
The crowd is helpless.
Feeling like a mysterious hand is snatching their luck, once thought soone was targeting them, but many investigations ca up empty.
Normal.
Normal.
Everything is normal.
They tracked so funds, no problems, no signs of human ddling, hence, they had to think of feng shui.
Could it be.
This business is really heartless, heaven can’t tolerate?
...
At this ti.
Indonesia.
East Kalimantan.
North.
Thirty kiloters from Malay.
Hidden amongst forests, a large compound, seemingly rundown on the outside, but inside a whole new world, underground, bustling with activity.
Nearly a hundred people busy before computers.
Focusing floor.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, a man is pleased looking at the scene, his little team has grown big, achieving the present scale.
Happy.
Joyful.
Cheerful.
Especially seeing daily inco, even more thrilled.
"Haha, last month’s data grew by sixty percent, indeed, Huaxia is a big market, we should continue working hard, expanding the team."
"People dumb and rich."
"Correct."
"Though they clamp down hard, we’re not Huaxia’s country, can’t catch us, haha. This month, strive for another fifty percent growth."
"Make a killing."
"I want to change cars."
"..."
He and confidantes envision the future.
Luxury Cars.
Villa.
Beauties.
Yacht.
...
Coming soon, joyous. As for whether this business is illegal, who cares, he’s rely exploiting people’s greed, not greedy, wouldn’t be duped.
Greedy implies accepting risk, losing is normal, taking the chance, giving them a good lesson, teaching them social experience.
Helping people grow.
This.
Is doing good deeds anonymously.
Suddenly.
"Strangers approaching." Reported a subordinate.
Instantly.
The man tensed, checked surveillance, an inconspicuous cara at the mountain entrance, if soone’s coming to nab them, can scatter early.
A look.
Two vehicles.
An off-road, a passenger car.
Hmm.
Doesn’t seem like they’re here to catch them.
Five minutes later.
At the barricade.
"Sorry, ahead is a private forest.." A guard went up, about to dissuade, the passenger window rolled down, his smile turned rigid.
Forehead.
Cold and chilly.
"What did you just say?" asked the person inside.
"I said this is priv.."
Didn’t finish.
"Ka!"
"Bang!"
Buzz in ears, peanut shot past ears, hitting a tree behind, he was petrified, legs trembling, eyes full of fear.
God.
They an business.
Without a word, intend to eliminate him, too terrifying, coming here, boss didn’t say this, never heard there’s a life threat.
"Think before answering."
"I.. I’ll.. please co in." Forehead no longer cold, with a touch of warmth, answered shakily.
"Lead the way ahead." said the person inside.
"Okay."
Dare not refuse.
Remove the barrier.
Running ahead.
The back vehicle closely followed. The sudden situation was relayed back, the whole compound instantly on high alert.
Unaware of what’s happening, the man took an iron piece from a hidden spot, so confidantes followed suit.
Shortly.
Two cars close to the gate, thought they would stop.
Suddenly.
The sound of acceleration behind.
"Vroom vroom!"
The guard cried out, jumped into the grass on the side, looking back, saw off-road vehicle without hesitation, slamd through the main gate, rushed in.
"Clang!"
"Crash!"
"..."
So.. brutal.
Inside people were startled, this ant breaking in, clearly with malicious intent, off-road stopping abruptly in front of the small building.
"Ka!"
Stopped.
Then.
Opened car door.
Just when negotiations seed possible, the situation changed suddenly, the four who exited, each holding sothing that shocked everyone.
"God!"
Finished the words.
"Da da da!"
"Da da!"
"..."
Instantly.
Inside people panicked,
Running.
Jumping.
Finding cover.
Shouting for help.
They’re only swindlers, not robbers, never seen such a scene, even with strong ntal capacity, couldn’t handle under the rain of bullets.
It’s over.
Their hearts went icy cold. Once thought just deceive a few, now facing scenes from a movie.
Utter fear.
Heavens.
Give another chance, I’ll be a good person.
"Da da!"
"Clang!"
"Da da da da!!"
Several minutes.
Finally stopped, the entire house face blasted with holes, fortunately, everyone hid in the basent, except their own injuries, no other issues.
"Should we retaliate?" asked a subordinate.
On hearing.
The man felt helpless.
We have weapons, but gotta see who compared, against ordinary people, a huge threat, compared with the other side, no courage to even lift.
Damn!
Isn’t Indonesia supposed to be safe? How could this happen, is it so peer revenge? Possibly, after all, scam teams also face competition.
However.
No need to be so vicious, coming right with heavy stuff.
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