HK Composite: Starting from Shenghe Leading

Chapter 506: Chaos in France
Lin Zehao's words shocked Breslin and Emile, and their weathered faces were full of confusion.

"Why Mr. Lin?"

"As long as you give us enough time, we will guarantee with our lives that we will be able to get you out safely!"

Breslin was a little confused. Not to mention a big shot like Lin Zehao, even ordinary prisoners wanted to leave the prison all the time.

As long as there is such an opportunity, no one can refuse it!

"Don't get excited, Lin. I believe in your abilities. Who can refuse an invitation from two tough guys?"

Lin Zehao shrugged and spread his hands, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"I've said before, I'm a legitimate businessman, the French government can't compete with me in business, so they just flipped the table and sent fighter jets to illegally detain me."

"They have to send me out the same way they put me in."

"Moreover, you have to ask me to leave respectfully."

Breslin and Emil looked at each other, obviously not expecting things to turn out like this.

However, they could understand Lin Zehao's approach, but they did not believe that he could do this.

There is no way a businessman, even an influential international businessman, can ask the French government to politely ask him to leave, right?
You know, this matter has caused a sensation internationally and has spread to many countries and regions around the world.

Not only are men, women, young and old from all over the world paying attention to this matter, but even world-class corporate executives and prominent politicians are also paying attention to the direction of events.

It can be called the biggest international news of the year, no! It should be said to be the biggest international news in recent years!
Under such circumstances, if the French government humbly asks Lin Zehao to leave this prison, wouldn't it become a laughing stock of the world?
Isn't this a new important piece of material in the Rufa jokes library?
With the consequences so serious, the French government will definitely not release the person.

Not only will they not release you, but they will definitely keep you under strict surveillance. Although they won't torture you, you will definitely not be allowed to live comfortably.

From Breslin and Emil's expressions, Lin Zehao understood their general idea, but he did not explain. He just smiled and said, "Don't worry, although you two don't need to help me escape from prison, I will still pay the commission for this errand. I can even give you double the amount."

"As long as you two do what I say, I guarantee that your so-called BC company will not lack orders in the next five years."

"You know, I founded the Corrections Corporation of America."

Hearing this, Breslin and Emil's eyes lit up, and even the former's facial paralysis showed signs of improvement, which was a medical miracle.

I have to say that money is definitely the best panacea in the world. As long as there is enough of it, any disease can be cured.

"Mr. Lin, as long as you have any needs, the two of us will do our best and will never let you down."

BC Security Company relies on prisons for its survival, but public prisons basically won't hire them. Even if they are lucky enough to get an order occasionally, the profit is pitifully small, and they have to cooperate with the warden to inflate costs.

Last time they took an order, the quote was clearly for $100,000, but the warden asked them to make a plan for $500,000. In the end, no one knew who got the falsely reported US dollars.

Private prisons are different. Not only are they wealthy, they also have no shortage of business.

Especially for an industry leader like the Correctional Services Corporation, if one could get on Lin Zehao's good side, he would probably be able to work there until retirement.

"The requirement is simple. Find two or more escape routes and provide them to as many prisoners as possible when appropriate."

"As for whether it is paid or free, you decide for yourself."

"I only have one request, try not to reveal your identities."

Lin Zehao has never been the type to repay evil with kindness. As long as someone provokes him, he will return the favor double.

If France dares to use fighter jets to forcibly take him to prison, he will take the most violent and harsh revenge on France!
As for the nonsense that the citizens were innocent, he didn't want to hear it.

If he wants to blame someone, he can just blame the officials above him; it has nothing to do with him anyway.

When the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China, they looted so much gold and silver treasures, which were converted into various welfare benefits and distributed to the citizens. Why didn't they claim to be innocent at that time?
In short, whoever offends him will pay a heavy price!

If you want to survive in society these days, you won’t be able to gain a foothold unless you are ruthless!

Otherwise, if France dared to use such an unconventional method to capture him this time, would the British Empire be able to follow suit in the future?

With all this going on, how will Lin Zehao survive in the international arena?
As the saying goes, one good punch is enough to prevent a hundred.

The French government will inevitably bear a heavy price for angering Lin Zehao!
"Understood, Mr. Lin, we'll do it right away."

Breslin and Emile looked at each other and almost instantly realized the benefits of this.

As long as they can provide a safe escape route, there will surely be countless people in this prison willing to exchange money or assets for it!
Add to that the double commission, and if this plan succeeds, they conservatively estimate they will earn more than half a million US dollars!
At this time, Lin Zehao whispered a few words to Park Xiongzhe, who walked straight to the nearest prison guard and said, "Brother Hao said that as long as the radio station is willing to play a song, he will pay two thousand dollars."

The guard rolled his eyes and said, "Ten thousand dollars. You know, this is a bit difficult. I..."

Park Xiongzhe glanced at him disdainfully and said, "It's difficult. I think we should just give up."

"Just think of it as me saving Brother Hao two thousand dollars."

After saying that, Park Xiongzhe turned around and left without any reluctance.

Such a decisive style made the prison guards confused.

Shouldn't the normal procedure be to ask for a high price and pay it back on the spot?

Why did you just turn around and leave without finishing your sentence?
Seeing that the two thousand dollars were about to fly away, he immediately ran over to stop Park Xiongzhe, "Two thousand, two thousand is two thousand, tell me, what song does your boss want to listen to?"

Park Xiongzhe handed him a tape and a check and said, "Just play this tape. Don't dawdle and ruin Brother Hao's fun."

"Don't worry, I'll go to the broadcasting room to coordinate now."

After receiving the check and tape, the prison guard rushed to the broadcasting room without stopping.

In fact, according to the above meaning, not only can they not give Lin Zehao any preferential treatment, but they must also be doubly strict!

When Lin Zehao was first imprisoned, the higher-ups issued an internal document specifically regarding his treatment.

It was clearly written on it that Lin Zehao would be detained in a solitary confinement cell, which was only three square meters in size, barely enough to accommodate an adult, and had no facilities inside, not even windows, let alone sunlight.

Just imagine, if a person were locked up in such a place, what kind of mental torture would he have to endure?
Moreover, Lin Zehao is not allowed to have three meals a day. He only needs to take in the most basic food and maintain basic vital signs.

But actually?
Lin Zehao now not only lives in a 60-square-meter single room, which includes various living facilities, a TV, a toilet, etc., but also a treadmill.

Not to mention the food, all of them are top-notch ingredients, but the cooking methods are just a little bit inferior.

Why would the entire prison management dare to help Lin Zehao at the risk of disobeying government orders?

Is it a change of heart?

Still think Lin Zehao is handsome?
Don't be silly, there are no such fancy things in officialdom.

There is only one answer, and that is money!

Since arriving at this prison, Lin Zehao has spent millions of dollars to open up this channel.

Therefore, he can live here like a local emperor. If he wants, he can even sleep with different women every day. This is the charm of money!
The prison management doesn't care about the so-called orders from above. They work for their superiors, but the money is their own.

As long as there is enough profit, they dare to do anything.

Anyway, as long as Lin Zehao is not released, these things seem harmless to them.

Just like now, as long as you help Lin Zehao play a song, you can earn two thousand US dollars. Although this money is not for the prison guard alone, it is definitely a huge profit.

The most important thing is that they didn't pay any cost, they just used the power in their hands to make some small adjustments.

And what about power?

It is also elected by citizens through voting.

In other words, they use the power granted by the citizens to make their own money, which is completely a profit without any investment!
Looking around the world, is there any business more profitable than this?

Ten minutes later, the entire Merogi prison was filled with the sound of a familiar accent from thousands of miles away.

[Arrogant and proud, laughing at the waves]

[Blood is hotter than the sun]

[Courage like iron, bones like steel]

[A broad mind and a long-term vision]

[Swear to work hard and become a good man]

[To be a good man, you must strengthen yourself every day]

[A passionate man, hotter than the sun]

【Let Haitian gather energy for me】

【Go to the Creation】

【Go for my ideal】

【…】

Lin Zehao narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying the warm sunshine while listening to the familiar language, with a faint smile appearing on the corners of his mouth.

Although those foreigners did not understand Cantonese, they were shocked by the sonorous and powerful melody and gradually became intoxicated by it.

Music has no borders, and this is completely embodied at this moment.

It was a leisurely scene in the Merogis Prison, but France outside was in dire straits.

Paris, Police Department.

Director's Office.

As soon as Didier Nunez put down the phone, the same piercing ringtone that never changed rang out, completely seamlessly.

He had a gloomy face and answered the phone reluctantly.

"My name is Didier Nunez, please speak quickly."

"Chief, this is bad. A vicious terrorist attack occurred in the Gobolan District. Thirteen citizens were killed on the spot, and not even their bodies were left. Dozens of citizens were injured, including three Americans."

"Where are the terrorists? Have you caught them?"

"This terrorist used a suicide bomber as a means of attack, shouting 'Long live Allah' before exploding. We..."

Didier Nunez called him a fool, took a deep breath, and angrily scolded: "Is this your first day as a police officer?"

"Do you need to report this kind of thing to me? Do you think I can transform into Batman and capture those damn terrorists in the castle?"

"Now, all you need to do is handle this matter according to police rules and don't call me again!"

"If you dare to bother me with this kind of thing again, I will immediately dismiss you!"

Didier Nunez was about to hang up when he heard his subordinate on the other end of the phone say, "Director, OK, I accept your dismissal."

"From now on, I will resign from my position as a police officer at the Paris Police Department. I will hand in my resignation letter and my gun together."

"Goodbye, Chief Didier."

After that, the phone was hung up, leaving Didier Nunez standing there in a daze, listening to the dead tone in the microphone.

"A bunch of damned idiots!"

"You don't deserve to be called the police!"

"They are all a bunch of trash, trash!"

Didier Nunez smashed the phone to pieces and turned into a desk cleaning master, sweeping everything on the desk to the ground, cursing loudly and angrily.

It’s not that he has poor psychological endurance, nor that he can’t withstand pressure, it’s just that the frequency of terrorist attacks has been too frequent recently.

This morning alone, five terrorist attacks occurred in the twenty districts of Paris!
Three of them caused casualties to varying degrees, while the other two were discovered in time and, apart from the property damage caused by the destruction of buildings, no one was injured.

If he continues like this, his career as the chief of the Paris Police Department will be over.

And this is just the terrorist attack that happened in Paris. If we look at the whole of France, according to the information he received, the number should be at least multiplied by three.

Didier Nunez can easily understand how bad France's international image is now.

As one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, it cannot even deal with the terrorists within its own country. It is truly a disgrace to the country.

Those bigwigs in the Elysee Palace must have been overwhelmed and had already chosen someone to take the blame.

Thinking that his political career was coming to an end, Didier felt like the sky was falling.

Without power, how can you make money in the future?

How can you be superior to others without power?
How will those people whom he has offended or oppressed retaliate against him?

Thinking of the consequences of losing his position as director, Didier quickly walked to the bathroom, washed his face several times with cold tap water, and forced himself to calm down.

"I must not panic. There must be a solution. Think about it carefully, think about it carefully..."

At this moment, the office door was pushed open from the outside. Didier subconsciously wanted to curse, but after seeing who was coming, he immediately swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)