American Scandal King

Chapter 113 How Thick a Banknote Can Stop a Bullet

The plane landed slowly at Los Angeles International Airport.

Boyle Kaman got off the plane and several cars were waiting near the airport.

Alex, president of Ankang's Los Angeles branch, stepped forward and shook Boyle's hand: "Mr. Kaman, you're here."

Boyle calmly withdrew his hand and asked, "How's the situation at Honggu Company?"

The person in charge said embarrassedly: "The situation is not going well. They rejected our acquisition plan."

Boyle said calmly, "It's okay. I came here to talk about this."

As he said this, he got into the car. The person in charge was about to get in, but Boyle said without even looking up, "I don't like sitting with others."

The person in charge awkwardly got out of the car and walked towards another car.

The convoy started slowly and drove towards the Los Angeles branch of Ankang Company.

Boyle was still reading the documents in his hand when a young man sitting in the front passenger seat said, "Mr. Kaman, it's a rare trip to Los Angeles. Do you need any arrangements for you? I mean, outside of work."

Boyle looked up at the man in the passenger seat.

The young man smiled and said, "My name is Kirkumbilly, and I'm the claims director of the Los Angeles branch."

Boyle hummed: "I know you. I heard you are good at claims?"

Kirkambili smiled and said, "It is thanks to the good guidance of the board of directors that we are able to control the claims process."

Without even looking up, Boyle said, "The door to claims settlement cannot be closed. The key is how to make good use of more ambiguous clauses and not offend the wrong people."

Kirkumbili immediately said, "But those who are not suitable to offend can usually solve the problem without insurance claims. Only poor people need claims."

Boyle looked up at Kirkham and said, "You are as naive as a child. Claims are not paid to those who need them, but to those who can't afford to offend. Do you understand?"

Kirkham sighed, "Yes, I understand, sir, but there are many times when, faced with some sudden events, our people are not sure who can afford to offend and who can't."

Boyle was surprised: "What do you mean?"

"For example, they don't care about ambulances. They just take the money and do the job. They don't know who we want to compensate and who we don't want to compensate."

Boyle's face hardened slightly and he glanced at the driver.

Kirkham said: "They are all family."

Boyle still said: "I don't want to discuss this issue."

Kirkham smiled and said, "How about we discuss life? You know there's Hollywood in Los Angeles, and there are many celebrities here."

Boyle looked at him in surprise: "Can you arrange it?"

Kirkham smiled and said, "I happen to know a girl who is a little famous but very beautiful. She went through a disaster some time ago and now she is eager for the protection of a big man."

As he said this, he handed Boyle a photo of a beautiful girl.

Kirkham said: "Jessica Alba, if you like, I will arrange for her to come to your room in the evening."

Boyle laughed.

He nodded gently: "Jessica Alba, yes I know her. I didn't expect you to be able to do this. Billy, it's a bit unfair for you to be the head of the claims department."

He looked up at Kirkham and said, "Maybe eleven o'clock in the evening. I'm a workaholic."

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In the hotel under the cover of night, Boyle was still reading the materials carefully.

After considering several key points for tomorrow's negotiations, Boyle carefully circled them with a pen.

He put down his pen, stood up, shook his arms, and made a few arm swinging movements.

Standing in front of the large French window, he looked at the night scene below. Under the bright lights, people were laughing loudly.

As one of the most prosperous areas in the world, Beverly Hills is like a city within a city, and only the top figures are qualified to live here.

Looking back on the efforts over the years, Boyle feels that it was all worth it.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a slight smile.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Boyle raised his wrist and looked at his expensive watch.

"Exactly eleven o'clock, sharp." Boyle smiled.

He reached the door and opened it, only to see Jessica Alba and Kirkham standing there.

"Hi!" Jessica waved to Boyle.

Boyle smiled and said, "Come in, beautiful lady."

Jessica entered Boyle's body, and Boyle wanted to take off her coat, but she had already taken it off and hung it on the rack.

Boyle was about to close the door when he saw Kirkham walk in.

He frowned: "What are you doing here?"

Kirkham said hurriedly: "Don't get me wrong, Mr. Carman. Miss Alba has something to tell you, and I don't want you to misunderstand, so..."

Boyle looked at his helpless expression and said nothing more. He just sat back on the sofa in the living room and said, "If it's about money, you can just tell me."

"It's not about money, Mr. Carman." Jessica sat down in front of Boyle, raised one of her seductive long legs, revealing a large area of ​​white skin, which made Boyle's eyes slightly straighten.

Jessica Alba said, "I have a friend who works at an ambulance and wants to make some extra money. Mr. Kirkham said you could arrange it." Ambulance? Extra money?
Boyle was stunned: "This has nothing to do with me."

He said as he looked towards Kirkham.

Kirkham complained, "Alex said the ambulance center's expenses are a bit too high and they're planning to cut them. Under the circumstances, I can't arrange for more people. You know, some people won't be able to get off once they get on the bus. But if you speak up, it should be fine."

Boyle shook his head repeatedly. "I don't know what you're talking about. The expenses of the rescue center have nothing to do with me. I don't know about it and I'm not responsible for it."

He looked at Jessica and said, "Ms. Alba, if you want to help your friends, I'll give you a simple suggestion. How about I give you some money, and then you divide the money among your friends."

Jessica asked back: "How much will you give me?"

Boyle smiled and said, "Ten thousand dollars."

Jessica shook her head slightly: "I heard that some people in the rescue center can get 3,000 to 5,000 every month. I mean every month."

"Fuck!" Boyle was furious and yelled at Kirkham, "What did you say?"

Kirkham said quickly, "It wasn't me who said that. It was the people from the rescue center. You know these guys show off when they have money. Some people know that they received some extra money privately. Once I went to give money... well, three times, they saw me. They wanted to get involved too!"

Boyle cursed: "But you shouldn't involve me in this matter. This has nothing to do with me!"

Jessica Alba immediately said, "But you know, right? And you have the right to decide. We just want a part-time job, is it that difficult for you? You are a member of the board of directors and the CEO! Such a small matter is just a matter of words for you."

Boyle pointed at Jessica Alba and yelled, "Shut up, you woman, you don't understand anything. As long as you are willing to open your legs and serve me well, you can get one million from me, instead of becoming a butcher and killing those people for tens of thousands of dollars!!!"

As he said this, he slammed on the brakes and looked at Jessica in horror.

Jessica smiled.

She nodded slightly. "So, you're really instructing the ambulance staff to take detours to treat emergency patients, preventing them from receiving timely treatment? That's the part-time job, right?"

Boyle stared at Jessica in a daze, then suddenly realized something and shouted to Kirkham, "Search her!"

Kirkham didn't move, but looked at Boyle sympathetically.

Boyle felt as if he were falling into an icy cave.

Kirkham whispered, "I have no choice, Mr. Carman. They threatened me with the lives of my daughter and my wife... They are gangsters. They really can do it."

"Fuck! How dare you betray a board member!" Boyle roared and pounced on Jessica.

Just as he pounced, the door was slammed open.

A strong black man rushed in and hit Boyle with his shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

Boyle yelled, "George!"

"Your bodyguard is asleep. A beauty and a glass of wine can easily take care of it." The black man laughed.

Boyle angrily said, "Damn it, this is a five-star hotel!"

"We are in the room next to yours, belonging to the residents."

A leisurely voice came.

Ian walked in with his hands in his pockets, followed by Helen Berry, who was responsible for dealing with Boyle's bodyguards.

Jessica happily rushed towards Ian: "Ian! Did I do a good job?"

"Professional acting!" Ian smiled and kissed her.

Jessica's acting skills are not that great, but they are good enough for this occasion.

Jessica smiled and said, "Then let's deal with that guy quickly. The way he looked at my thighs made me want to vomit. I like this part. Punishing the villain is the most exciting part, isn't it?"

Ian put his arm around Jessica's waist and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, Jessica. Although I wouldn't do something like trafficking women, in other respects I'm not much different from a gangster... You know how sometimes if you act too kind, then no matter how strong you are, they'll look down on you? For a gang, following a good person is their greatest shame!"

The big black man who had knocked Boyle down earlier chuckled, then puffed out his muscles and stood next to Ian.

His name is Haddak, a famous gold medal fighter of the Crips Gang.

The Crips once had six gold medal fighters, but after the battle to recapture the Crips, only this one remained.

But it doesn’t matter, creatures like the golden fighter are like leeks, they grow very well!
Then Ian waved his hand, motioning Kirkham and Haddock to go out and close the door.

Boyle looked at Ian in a daze: "Ian Carl? I know you...why? Why did you do this?"

Ian, sitting in front of Boyle, said, "About three months ago, there was a shootout at a bar in Montecito. MS13, in retaliation, shot everyone there, including an innocent elderly man."

Boyle understood a little: "Your father?"

Ian shook his head slightly: "No, but he is like my father, and I respect him very much."

He leaned over to Boyle and said, "His name is Gaskell Bent, Chairman of Lino Bank. Of course, Lino Bank is only worth a little over two billion, and the funds it manages are only a few tens of billions. It can't be compared with a giant like Ankang Insurance Company, but fortunately, life is fair. No matter how much money or how powerful you are, a bullet can take you away."

As he spoke, he looked at the French window behind Boyle and smiled, "Maybe we don't even need bullets."

Boyle was horrified. He shouted, "This is a misunderstanding! That was not our arrangement, and the board of directors would never make such a decision!"

"I know! You certainly won't make a decision that will send yourself to the gallows. You will just turn a deaf ear and let it go! I also know that you have no intention of defaulting on your debt." Ian nodded.

He smiled and said, "I heard your conversation with Kirkham. I have a recording on my body, but it's not very valuable! You are happy to compensate the rich, not the poor. But it has already happened. Although Gaskell is not dead, I am still very angry! Can you understand this anger? Your loved one was almost killed because a company wanted to save hundreds of thousands of medical expenses!"

Boyle understood.

He nodded slightly: "How thick does the banknote need to be to stop a bullet?"

(End of this chapter)