Just as the fighter was leaving Sadoke.
Chai Ren and his group had already arrived in Kinshasa. Seeing the city, everyone felt a sense of déjà vu, their tense moods slowly relaxing. When they returned to their rooms, they all basically fell asleep.
Inside a hotel owned by the Chinese.
Chai Ren was drinking tea at the tea table, calming his nerves. Behind him were the four Black fighters he had hired, as well as two of his own Chinese bodyguards. This was what gave Chai Ren a sense of security.
After the day’s events.
He had a profound understanding of Tongtian’s strength.
The organization was simply strong.
Power combined with audacity.
He truly didn’t know where such an organization got its confidence.
"Hey, Chai Ren." A voice interrupted Chai Ren’s thoughts.
He looked up to see.
A not-so-dark-skinned chubby man walking towards him with a smile.
Following behind the chubby man were two tall and strong n. In his left arm, he was hugging a ’beautiful’ woman who did not fit Chai Ren’s aesthetic. The two were dressed casually, and a bit non-mainstream. Chai Ren pursed his lips, this outfit really did not fit the chubby man’s stature.
This was his college classmate.
The current president’s son of Congo Gold.
Fuloz.
A man nearly in his thirties who was still unmarried, just like when he was in the United States.
Initially, because he had just moved from a ’small place’ to a ’big city’, he spent all his ti hanging out at interesting places. Fortunately, he was a decent and principled person, otherwise, Chai Ren wouldn’t have been friends with him for this long.
"Fuloz, nice to see you." Chai Ren stood up and gave Fuloz a big hug.
"This is your first ti here. I have to take you around to fully experience Congo’s enthusiasm in the next few days. I guarantee it will be unforgettable." Fuloz laughed heartily. He had been to Huaxia before and Chai Ren had taken great care of him.
Chai Ren quickly shook his head.
"Forget it, I have a tight schedule. This visit is just to see you, have a al, drink so tea, and chat." He knew the kind of entertainnt activities here: drugs, won, hunting, or even more ’exciting’ projects.
Chai Ren did not intend to try any of them.
Seeing Chai Ren’s refusal.
Fuloz wasn’t upset.
He knew who Chai Ren was - a wealthy man who had seen it all. Fuloz also knew how Chai Ren rolls, saying with a laugh: "Don’t worry, it’s not a ssy program, just hunting, watching performances, eting so influential friends. It will be beneficial for your business."
"..."
Chai Ren wanted to refuse again, but he eventually agreed, being protected by the fighter, he was not worried about safety.
"Alright then, sit, waiter, two more cups of Biluochun tea." Chai Ren gestured for him to sit.
"How is it going, your iron mine, they haven’t been giving you a hard ti, have they?" Fuloz asked casually.
Chai Ren replied with a puzzled look: "It’s all good, they’ve all been friendly." It was best not to ntion today’s kidnapping. No point in opening a can of worms. The friend of Tang Qing was an important resource and couldn’t be disclosed casually.
"That’s great. I was wondering, you’re really lucky. The new leader is so easy going. If it had always been like this, the Aricans would have started mining this iron mine." Fuloz said, sounding impressed.
"Yeah, I’ve always been quite lucky."
Chai Ren also laughed. What he referred to as luck was his acquaintance with Tang Qing.
Fuloz was savoring the Biluochun tea from Huaxia, praising, "Not bad, Chinese tea is indeed delicious." Although he couldn’t really tell the difference, it tasted good to him.
Chai Ren just smiled without saying a word.
Although this Biluochun tea was top-tier.
Compared to the tea at Tang Qing’s place, he felt there was quite a gap. Even though it was delicious, a comparison brought out the difference. He decided to mooch off Tang Qing for a al when he returned ho.
After catching up for a while.
Fuloz left.
Chai Ren returned to his room.
"Mr. Chai, we’ve investigated the kidnapping incident. It is related to Boke, the man who sold you the iron mine. He had soone contact Mulaiel and inford him of your whereabouts, hoping to fra soone else for the murder." The fighter had finished interrogating Mulaiel.
Finally, drawing on motives and other sources of intelligence, they found the one pulling the strings from behind.
As for Mulaiel.
He had already gone to join his underlings.
"What’s Boke up to?" Chai Ren asked thoughtfully.
"Unclear."
Chai Ren lowered his head and pondered.
This could either be a venting out of jealousy, because they can’t stand to see him making money, or it could be a theft plan, where they kill him and then reclaim the iron mine?
Under normal business circumstances.
The strategy would be to ignore and counteract the enemy in business.
But Chai Ren doesn’t feel qualified to fight back. He couldn’t even cause a nuisance. Their opponent is an Arican corporation with a substantial background. Among the nurous global mining enterprises, they are not sothing he could easily shake.
Chai Ren’s heart was filled with frustration.
*Sigh...*
The enemy is not on the sa level as him.
Back ho in China.
The Chai family has considerable power.
But overseas, basically no one gives a damn about him.
Overseas?
Suddenly.
Chai Ren thought of Tongtian.
Just because he can’t take revenge, doesn’t an others can’t.
Murder is sothing he could never commit. Chai Ren has never done such a thing in his lifeti.
He could only seek retribution through business, but how? He didn’t seem able to threaten them. But he couldn’t swallow the injustice. Having evidence of Boke’s criminal deeds wouldn’t be a bad thing.
"Can you find any criminal business information on Boke?" Chai Ren asked, just giving it a shot.
"Yes, this falls under a paid intelligence project. For business criminal information on Boke, the price is one million dollars." The Fighter imdiately responded with an answer, along with a price.
Chai Ren bitterly laughed.
He shared Tang Qing’s sentint, encountering soone who charges for every little thing. Tang Qing gets extorted by the system each ti, everything costs money. While Chai Ren gets ’extorted’ by Tang Qing’s Tongtian organization.
But a million dollars, if it could cause Boke’s downfall or severe losses, would be a good thing. Spending a million dollars to vent this anger seed worth it to him. Chai Ren had made up his mind.
He asked, "How much trouble can this cause him?"
"At least fifteen years of imprisonnt," said the Fighter.
Chai Ren then curiously asked, "Does Boke have any other criminal information?"
"Yes, at the price of twenty million dollars," the Fighter responded.
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Chai Ren gasped for air. That’s equivalent to 160 million RMB. In 2005, it was a huge amount. "What kind of information could be this expensive? Twenty million dollars? What could it do to Boke?"
"Death penalty," the Fighter calmly replied.
Upon hearing this,
Chai Ren swallowed hard.
Death penalty.
A price of twenty million dollars wasn’t expensive indeed.
If Boke knew such information existed, he would probably spend even forty million dollars to buy it, right? Tongtian could entirely earn a fortune by selling this evidence. But Chai Ren didn’t have an interest in purchasing such news. Aside from its high cost, mainly, he didn’t dare.
"I’ll take the one for a million dollars," Chai Ren said.
"Please log into your Tongtian account to download the relevant docunts," said the Fighter.
"Alright."
After that,
Chai Ren quickly opened up his computer.
This here was the capital of a nation, they did have internet connections here.
He logged into the Tongtian website,
Entered his task interface, looked at the two pending paynt information amounting to a total of two million dollars, and directly paid according to the procedure. This money, he thought it was worth it.
Soon,
Chai Ren finished downloading a WORD docunt.
The content of the docunt was simple.
It was the financial information of the companies Boke had been handling over the years. It contained detailed information on Boke’s tax evasion, bribery, financial fraud, business espionage, concealnt of mining accidents over these years, and the illegal handling of several mining disasters.
In the end, it clarified that this was a directory of the evidence and who had compiled it, but it did not serve as the actual evidence.
If he wanted to fight back,
He had to do it himself.
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