Shadow Empire

Chapter 734 Investment and Network Investment

Lance took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and Erwin had already taken out the matches.

With a crackling sound, the flame instantly rose and lit the cigarette.

The bright cigarette butt became brighter as it puffed. Lance patted Erwin's hand, indicating that he could take the match.

"Where did you catch him?" he asked.

Alvin shook the match in his hand, and the match went out as he shook it, and he threw it on the ground.

"Someone spotted this guy walking around the company and often carefully observing the company's gate. He doesn't look like a good person."

"I had someone capture him right away. As you said, if something goes wrong, we should ensure our safety first."

"Davin used some tactics and he confessed everything."

Lance told Alvin and the others that if they discovered something might be wrong, they must take action first and capture the person.

If they catch someone by mistake, just apologize and give some money, most people will forgive them. After all, these people themselves did not suffer any actual harm and they still got some money.

For the sake of money and because they don't want to be enemies with the gangs, they will basically compromise.

If you catch the right one, you can resolve a danger that could cause a brother to leave you before a crisis breaks out.

You don’t pay much, but you get a lot, so you can do this indefinitely.

Even if there was any trouble, Lance would personally come forward to solve it. He didn't believe that with the support of the senator behind him, who would not compromise?

As he thought about it, he laughed for no apparent reason. He just wanted to laugh. "Is it that simple?"

"It's that simple!"

Lance sighed. His level of gang management was clearly beyond the times.

But there are some things that we shouldn't make mistakes on, even if we don't have a vision that transcends the times, right?

Just like this... killer, let's call him a killer, Lance knows who to kill and should send Madore's professional soldiers to do it.

They may not be the best killers, but they are definitely the most professional gunmen and the most professional scouts, and they will not let themselves be caught rashly.

Whoever wanted to kill him should at least send a few reliable people instead of just picking a few people with "I am a killer" written on their faces. What's the difference between this and sending them to their deaths?
Lance shook his head, "Go on."

"There are six of them in total, and he is in charge of keeping watch. They are not sure whether you are in the company, so they need to clarify this matter."

"The remaining five people are hiding in the hotel, waiting for him to bring back news."

"Once they determine your exact location, they will take action. However, they don't know how or what means they will use. They only know a rough and general plan."

When talking about this, Alvin also thought they were funny. It was obviously a very serious matter, but they treated it so casually.

Lance nodded slightly, "Secure all the people first, and let Bolton investigate to see if there are any other backup plans."

"I always feel that they might be here for fun, a target to attract our attention, rather than a real backer."

"That's it for now."

Erwin nodded. "I feel the same way. They are too casual." He paused. "If there is nothing else, I will go back first."

After confirming that there was nothing else, he quickly turned and left.

At this time, almost everyone had arrived for the cocktail party, and the executive president of Jingang News Group began to lead the party.

Lance stood in the corner holding a glass of wine, looking at him.

He stood in the most conspicuous position in the crowd and talked about some ideas such as setting up a TV station. He also mentioned that some operas and movies would be broadcast on TV.

There is also the news program that people care about the most. In his words, as long as the news breaks, it will be announced verbally to everyone watching the program within five minutes.

In no more than thirty minutes, anything that happens in the city will be conveyed to the audience through images.

In no more than six hours, more detailed details will be presented to the audience, and if necessary, they can even invite some critics to comment on these programs directly!

This is a great invention and a great moment that will change the world. Even illiterate people will become loyal "readers" of the TV station.

Because they don't need to know how to read, they just need to understand what people are saying.

He described everything about the TV station and television perfectly, as if this thing could bring about a completely subversive change the moment it appeared.

But not many people believed in him, or believed that TV stations and the TV business could generate huge profits.

Capital will never teach others how to make money. They will only make money from others, or reduce their own losses through others and spread their own risks.

There are many capitalists here. If they have a business that can make money, they will definitely bite off the fattest piece of meat first, and then when they are almost full, they will consider letting others eat too.

Instead of inviting everyone to sit at the table before the dishes are served.

It’s not that there aren’t such people among capitalists, but most of these “hospitable” people have long been torn into pieces and swallowed by the guests along with the food they prepared.

This is the most classic rhetorical question -

“If anyone can make money from this project, why don’t you do it yourself?”

In fact, many similar situations, such as investment promotion or fraud, can be solved by this simple question.

But some people are obsessed with the huge profits they fabricate and deliberately ignore these risks.

During this period, the CEO of News Corporation looked in Lance's direction many times. Lance could understand what he meant and wanted him to stand up and say a few words about the future development of the TV station, but Lance never did so.

If he said that, it would only make him create some competitors for himself in investment, and it might even happen that instead of buying two items for one dollar, he could only buy one item for one dollar.

It's not impossible.

Therefore, the best thing for him to do now is to remain silent and let these "audiences" keep questioning him at all times.

The more they questioned, the faster Lance sharpened his knife, and the better it was for him.

The people in the hotel didn't know that Lance was sharpening a knife not far from them. The knife was already sharp enough, just waiting to stab them.

They don't know that they have been exposed and are still waiting for a suitable opportunity to let the people of Jingang see the iron fist of the Holy Bell Party!
The hotels in Jingang City are basically concentrated in the city center and the Starlight District. Other places are not suitable for building better hotels and can only be called inns.

They chose the hotel because they considered that the Lans family would have stronger control over Jingang City.

Because of the special nature of the hotel, they don't think that Lans can get all the hotels to cooperate with them and check the data and information of every guest staying in the hotel anytime and anywhere.

Besides, even if we find out, we can't know that they are definitely members of the Holy Bell Party.

On the contrary, those small roadside hotels may be more dangerous because they can completely abandon their positions and are most controlled by gangs.

They don't need any evidence, as long as they think you are it, they will call someone.

Therefore, hotels controlled by big capitalists and chaebols are the best choice at this time, and this is definitely not because they are greedy for enjoyment.

They chose a hotel in the city center that looked very luxurious. The more luxurious it was, the harder the background of the hotel would be, which meant the less likely they would be exposed.

But they didn’t know that their companions had been discovered and captured, and they didn’t know that this guy who always raised his arms and shouted that he was willing to sacrifice himself for the Lord, couldn’t hold on for a while.

In fact, the same is true for themselves.

The guy who first stood up and said he wanted to kill Lance was sitting shirtless on the sofa, chewing a piece of fruit. "We have to wait. Once we find out where Lance is, we will take action immediately."

They had driven to see it once before and had a general understanding of the entire building. For those of them who were relatively "rough", the easiest way was to wait for Lance to come out, and then a group of people rushed over and shot Lance to death, and then took advantage of the chaos to leave. He chewed the fruit pulp in his mouth and swallowed it, while waving his arms and said, "Driver, prepare the car and keep it in the starting state. After we kill Lance, we will get in your car directly, and then you drive away directly."

"Wait until this afternoon to familiarize yourself with the route, the fastest route out of the city, and have a backup plan."

"It's so damn congested here. It would be terrible if we got stuck in traffic. We have to take precautions."

The driver nodded. “I see.”

Then he looked at the others, "We will be responsible for taking direct action. Before shooting, you can shout Lance's name to let him react."

"Remember, don't be greedy and fire too many shots. As long as we can hit Lance, we'll leave!"

"This is their base camp. If we leave a little later, even half a minute, we might not be able to leave."

"So everyone, please remember, don't fight too long, three or four shots, four or five shots, and then leave, regardless of whether you kill him or not."

"They will definitely arrange people to chase us, so the journey will definitely be difficult, and each of us must be mentally prepared."

"Once the vehicle is intercepted, we must be prepared to fight to the death..."

He explained a lot of things, and time passed little by little. It was almost time for lunch, but there was still no call back. He frowned and felt that something was wrong.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the hotel door, "Sir, room service."

A person who was obviously of lower status here walked to the door, opened it and looked outside.

The hotel waiter was standing there with a dining car. "Sir, you didn't go to the restaurant for dinner, so the hotel asked me to bring your lunch up."

As he spoke, he picked up a table cover and, with a very skillful movement of his wrist, made the table cover roll up the rising hot air to form a small cyclone.

This doesn’t actually make the food taste better, but it makes people feel it’s classier.

The aroma of the food reached the nose of the person behind the door. He swallowed and said, "Wait."

Then he returned to the room. "The hotel sent lunch up and said they didn't see us go downstairs to eat. Do you need any?"

I've been here for the whole morning, and even if I didn't do anything, I'm hungry now.

Not to mention that these people were all able to eat, the guy in charge simply thought about it and agreed, "That's right, I'm hungry too."

Obviously they may not be truly religious in some ways, because the Lord said to control one's desires, and that includes a raging appetite.

He just finished eating a piece of fruit!
Everyone had a smile on their face. The lowest-ranking guy ran to the door with a smile on his face and opened it, "Come in."

The waiter pushed the cart into the door, completely blocking the possibility of the door closing again. He smiled and said, "Okay, sir, but please move away from the door first so that my cart won't hit you."

The guy of lower status made way inside, completely giving up his seat at the door. He also rubbed his hands together, looking like he couldn't wait to enjoy the meal.

Looking at the exquisite dishes, his saliva was flowing like crazy. He quickly came to the side of the restaurant, facing the people who were already seated in the restaurant waiting for the food, and smiled, "Brothers, ding ding ding ding, the delicious lunch is right here..."

His voice gradually weakened and disappeared, and his expression became somewhat ugly.

Because he saw surprise, fear, and despair on his brothers' faces.

And the source of fear was right behind him.

He slowly turned sideways and turned his head, fearing that his movements might be a little too big and might cause misunderstanding among the people behind him.

When the food truck, waiters, and a large group of people with guns behind them pointed their weapons at them, he gave an ugly smile.

Who the hell said that if you stay in a hotel, you won’t be discovered?

In fact, they were not discovered at all. It was their good brothers who caused them to be discovered.

He slowly raised his hands and said in the weakest tone of his life, "Don't shoot!"

They always said that even death is just returning to the arms of the Lord, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that he didn't want to meet the Lord that much.

Soon these people were controlled and taken away. They met their good brothers in a remote small factory of the Lance family in the Imperial District.

At this moment, they already knew why they were discovered and caught.

Devin came up to them holding a hook that cobblers use to put thread on the soles of shoes, "Before I ask any questions, I'm going to play a game with you guys...!"

He only recently discovered that this little thing looks inconspicuous, it is just an iron rod with a sharp head, but there is a hole in the upper part with a notch similar to a barb.

This notch is used to insert the silk thread and then drag it to the other side.

But now, its function is to forcibly tear apart the muscle fibers, fat, and skin of the wound, bringing people pain that is definitely more disturbing than directly stabbing them with a knife!

They have a lot of time to play this game, but the CEO who is trying to convince investors doesn't have that much time.

Few people are interested in investing because the investment is not small.

News Corporation's idea was to build a larger-scale studio and shooting base, and they even proposed the idea of ​​"TV movie".

In the early days, they had to pay to buy the copyrights for the operas and movies they planned to broadcast. Although the prices were not high, movies cost a few hundred yuan each, and operas were a little more expensive, perhaps thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan.

The problem is that they don’t have the means to make a profit right now. Instead of continuing to purchase copyrights, it would be better for them to shoot some content themselves and screen it.

But no matter how valuable their suggestions are, they cannot win everyone's favor because they have no means to make a profit.

This era is not like the future era where the number of users determines everything. Even if many people watch TV, how to make a profit will be a very complicated issue.

Some people have already inserted advertisements, but the effect is not good and it certainly won’t be good.

Nowadays, only the ordinary middle class can afford a television. The number of people affected is very small and has no statistical value.

Some companies are willing to advertise, but are not willing to spend too much money. They are only willing to pay a few thousand yuan a month, but not more.

This amount of money is not even enough for them to buy an opera.

In short, not many people are optimistic about these.

The board of directors asked him to facilitate an investment of five million as much as possible, but now he has not even reached half of it.

Seeing that lunch time had arrived, he knew that everything was over.

He ended the topic somewhat decadently, then invited everyone to have lunch together and finally sent everyone away.

When he was thinking dejectedly about how to explain to the board of directors, he saw Lance who had not left behind him.

"Mr. Lance, are you waiting for the bus?"

"If you don't have any special requirements for this, you can take my car and leave first. I don't need it for the time being."

Lance shook his head. "I'd rather talk to you about investing than ride in your car."

Looking at the CEO's face gradually becoming full of surprise, Lance said with a smile, "Five million is too little, I need more!"

The CEO did not agree immediately. He invited Lance to another more closed room, and then he called the board of directors in front of Lance.

Soon the two sides reached an agreement on the distribution of investment equity in the TV station. Lance accounted for 35% and gave 6 million directly, while the others and News Corporation accounted for 65%.

In addition, without affecting the normal program delivery of the TV station, priority will be given to broadcasting the content recorded by Wanli Production Company under Lans' name...

(End of this chapter)