50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 340 Deaths: 10, Compensation: 0
Upon hearing his promotion, Bud couldn't hide his excitement and stood at attention, saying, "Yes, Chairman."

Then, carrying his weapon and escorting the two team members, he turned and left the conference room.

After Bard left, the conference room door was closed again.

The faces of the department heads in the conference room changed like a kaleidoscope amidst Pele's wails.

Sun Zhiwei, annoyed by Pelé's shouts, kicked him on the back of the head, instantly silencing the crowd.

Sun Zhiwei, carrying his automatic rifle, walked back to his seat.

As the rifle in his hand swept past him, everyone whose muzzle was pointed at would subtly change their expression. A weapon that equalizes all beings—who could be unafraid?

Sun Zhiwei didn't threaten them with the gun; he simply removed the magazine and threw the rifle on the conference table.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Curry had no intention of resisting, but Sun Zhiwei was still in a difficult position regarding how to deal with these people.

He couldn't possibly kill everyone who knew the truth; how many people would he have to kill?

However, if these insiders are released, they are all ticking time bombs, and could turn against the authorities and expose the truth at any time.

Of course, he had no intention of cleaning up their mess; the compensation for 10 people was no small sum.

According to the Federal Mine Safety and Health Act enacted this year, each of the ten deceased miners will have to pay at least $150 million in compensation.

He only spent 300 million to buy this mine, how could he possibly spend another 1500 million?

Furthermore, if the federal court pursues the matter, not only will the mine's manager go to jail, but the chairman will also bear significant responsibility.

In the worst-case scenario, he would have to go to jail with them. Even if the punishment is lighter, at the very least the mine would have to be shut down and he would be fined, with the fine starting at tens of millions of dollars.

Sun Zhiwei silently watched everyone, his fingers tapping incessantly on the conference table, leaving the offenders bewildered and pale-faced.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Ryan Clark, can you take over the entire mine safely and ensure that the order of the mine is not disrupted?"

Deputy Mine Manager Ryan Clark perked up and immediately stood up, saying, "No problem, I can guarantee the smooth operation of the mine."

"Rand Baldwin, can you guarantee stable production? Can you prevent the workers from rioting?"

“I can do it, Chairman.” Rand Baldwin, the deputy head of production, had been suppressed for so long, and now that he could finally take the position, his enthusiasm was naturally high.

"Vio Cooper, are you familiar with the situation in the finance department? Can you handle the tax and mining bureaus?"

"Chairman, actually I've been doing all these things all along; she's just a puppet."

Vio Cooper, the deputy head of the finance department, glanced contemptuously at the limp Lydia Hernandez beside him.

"Where's Marvin?"

"Chairman, our security department is practically a shell. I need more manpower to take on the responsibilities of the security department again."

"Okay, I understand the situation."

"Tok Curry, Arya Hernandez, Oliver Ike, Baron Hoffman, Baron Bailey, Della Jennings."

"You have one day to hand over your work. Once you've done that, you can leave. I don't want to see you again in California."

"Clark, you take over the office matters for now, and you can appoint the new chief of staff yourself."

"Furthermore, you cannot take anything with you when you leave the mine."

"Also, keep your mouths shut."

“I’m quite familiar with Director Sheehan of the FBI’s Los Angeles office. If anyone is rude, I don’t mind having the FBI take them for coffee.” Just now, everyone had different thoughts under his arrangement.

However, when the word FBI came out of Sun Zhiwei's mouth, everyone stopped having all sorts of wild thoughts.

For ordinary people, the authority of an FBI field director is quite formidable.

As for whether he is really close to that FBI Director Sean, who can verify that? They're probably trying to avoid him.

Sun Zhiwei knew this, which is why he revealed the person's name.

Actually, he had only seen the nameplate on the chest of the man in the last time he was being chased by the FBI in Los Angeles.

After everything was settled here, the new security captain, Bud Anderson, successfully took over the security team and returned to the conference room with a few of his men.

“Anderson, they’ll be leaving once they’ve finished their handover. Give them a car, but don’t let them take anything except their personal belongings.”

"Yes, sir!"

"Find a room, I need to rest. Call me when they leave."

Anderson then had one of his men take Sun Zhiwei to Curry's home in the mining area to rest.

On the way, I learned from the security team that the heads of various departments in the mine had settled in San Francisco, and their homes at the mine were just temporary rest stops.

Before dinner, Anderson came to report that Curry and the others had finally completed the handover of their work and were escorted out of the mining area by security personnel.

Sun Zhiwei then inspected the entire mining area and reiterated his decision to the new batch of mining area managers.

He would hoard all the gold that would be mined in the future, and he would maintain the operation of the mine by injecting additional funds.

That night, Sun Zhiwei rested in the room that Curry used to have.

In the dead of night, a hole suddenly appeared in the corner of a hill not far from the mining area, and a figure walked out of the hole.

Soon after, a pickup truck drove straight from the mountains to San Francisco.

The desolate mountains fell silent again until dawn, when the sound of the pickup truck echoed once more in the empty valley.

Soon, the location where the cave entrance appeared in the first half of the night collapsed, burying all traces underground with rocks and soil.

The next morning, Anderson came over and called Sun Zhiwei to have breakfast.

The mine's leaders certainly wouldn't eat meals with the workers; they all ate a much more lavish breakfast in a small restaurant.

After finishing breakfast, Sun Zhiwei dismissed the others, telling them to go about their business, while he took Anderson directly down the well.

"Anderson, have all 10 people from the four accidents been recovered?"

"Chairman, we only dug out 4. There are 6 locations that are too deep and the places are a bit dangerous, so we sealed off the tunnel."

"Let's go take a look. You know all four locations, right?"

"I know, Chairman, I'll take you there now."

The two quickly descended into the well, where the lights were dim and the air was foul.

Even if the equipment the workers are using is the best equipment from a few years ago, it doesn't change the fact that the living conditions underground are harsh.

Anderson took Sun Zhiwei to see the four sites where the mining accidents had occurred. Using his spatial abilities, he found the bodies of the six miners who had died in the collapsed ruins.

(End of this chapter)