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Chapter 661 The old father turned into a warm Harvard coin! (Third update!)

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Sylvester sat in front of the computer, his eyes glued to the screen, to the video playing on it, and to the people in the video.

Through those subtle movements, he could tell that it was his old father, the old father who had been with him for decades.

Watching his elderly father perform rehabilitation exercises under the guidance of a professional doctor, he should have been happy as a son, but he couldn't feel happy at all.

The video was only a dozen minutes long, and it didn't take Sylvester too much time to watch it. After watching those things, he turned on his computer and pulled out a few emails.

These emails were sent to me by key figures from Goldman Sachs and the financial conglomerate controlled by my father, inquiring about information.

The main point is that the elderly father contacted them and asked them to transfer a total of $50 billion in cash flow to China according to the previous fund consolidation plan.

Time is very tight.

I didn't think much of it at first, just that my father was busy with surgery, so he made the request.

However, based on the information we have now, it is inferred that the elderly father must have completed the surgery and recovered before giving these people the orders.

He didn't inform me immediately, and he didn't even contact me when he was passing on the message.

What is he thinking?

After thinking for a long time, Sylvester still couldn't figure out what his father wanted to do, but he knew that his father didn't trust him, or rather, he didn't trust that after handing over power to him, he would return the power to him.

Thinking of this, Sylvester got up from his computer, walked to the full-length mirror, looked at his elegantly dressed self, but with gray hair and signs of aging on his face, and asked softly:
"Sylvester, are you willing to hand over the power you've gained to your old father?"

After asking the question, Sylvester in the mirror just smiled and didn't reply.

It's impossible for them to reply.

After a while, he left the dressing mirror. The smile on his face vanished the moment he turned around, leaving only a sinister look.

If the father is unkind, then the son has no choice but to be unjust.

Back at his computer, Sylvester immediately sent messages to the heads of various departments, instructing them to prepare for an internal meeting within the group and the financial conglomerate.

Please make sure you participate.

After sending the message, he started contacting several people who had some conflicts with his father and disliked him.

My father is currently in China. Although Goldman Sachs has some departments in China, these departments do not have sufficient authority and are not directly under headquarters.

So you don't need to worry about it.

All you need to do is notify these departments once the results are available.

However, the main areas of activity of China Asset Management, Goldman Sachs, and other financial conglomerates are relatively far apart and there is a time difference.

I could take advantage of these time differences to unite with others and seize power from my father.

After making more than a dozen calls, Sylvester finally hung up.

He went into the bathroom to wash up, then changed into clothes that accentuated his features, picked up the walking stick his father had left at the villa, and went out.

It's time for a change.

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Yanjing.

At 5 a.m., Wang Dashan filled his thermos with hot water as usual and stuffed two steamed meat buns he had made the night before into his pocket.

Instead of rushing out, he went into the bedroom, reached out and hugged his still-sleeping wife and daughter, unzipped his blouse, took out a letter, and placed it under his pillow.

After doing all this, he tiptoed out the door.

I had just gotten into my van, which I use to haul goods, when my phone chimed with a message:
Have you left yet? I'm waiting for the delivery!

This was an unfamiliar call, with no name listed. However, before this text message, there was another message. Upon seeing this message, Wang Dashan smiled and then replied to the caller:
Don't worry, boss, I've been out for an hour, but there's a bit of traffic. I'll be there soon!

After sending the message, he hummed a song, started the van, and drove towards the address provided in the previous text message.

An hour and a half later, he successfully arrived at the address provided by the other party.

Upon arrival, the other party didn't waste any time with him, simply pointing to the warehouse behind them: "Take these things to Wudaokou."

The warehouse contained some hardware parts for construction sites, as well as a can of bulk gasoline.

The boss did not provide any movers. After finishing his conversation, the other party took the phone and walked to the side, making a loud phone call.

Wang Dashan wasn't angry, nor did he ask the boss for any movers. He simply returned to the driver's seat, picked up his thermos, took a sip of hot water, and then began moving the hardware.

It took him more than half an hour to load the hardware onto the vehicle.

The boss, who had been on the phone the whole time, finally finished his call and came back.

Seeing the installed hardware, he nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, you have a good eye. I'll give you an extra 10 yuan."

As he spoke, he took out 200 yuan from his pocket, then took out another 10 yuan, and stuffed the money into Wang Dashan's arms: "Go!"

After paying, the other party turned and left, not giving Wang Dashan a chance to speak.

Wang Dashan stuffed the 210 yuan into his left breast pocket, got into the car, and was about to start the engine when he thought for a moment. He then took out a metal box from the glove box that had previously contained biscuits, put the 210 yuan inside, placed the metal box on the passenger seat, and then started the car and headed towards Wudaokou.

While waiting at a traffic light, he took out his phone and sent a message to an unknown number.

"Boss, I've loaded the goods and am heading to Wudaokou. Are you sure you can load them today?"

The stranger called and sent a message quite a while later.

There were no extra words, just a time and an address.

[At the fourth traffic light on Tenglong Street in Wudaokou, at 9:15, a black Maybach with license plate number Yan A·96875 was traveling from east to west.]

Remembering the information, Wang Dashan casually deleted the text message and turned his gaze forward, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

After Weiss cleaned up the hotel where Arna was staying, Arna, who had been suffering from gout for several days, finally looked like a normal person and was finally able to get out of bed.

Enduring the pain, Alna spun around on the ground, then turned to Weiss and asked:
What time did we agree to meet?

"I've made arrangements for 10:30. We should arrive at the research institute around 10:00, and around 10:30 we'll meet with Mr. Adria and have a meeting with the Chinese side."

"If you delay any longer, there won't be enough time!"

Upon hearing that there wasn't enough time, Alna instantly perked up and, with Weiss's help, washed up and tidied herself up.

Twenty minutes later, the two went downstairs and got into the car that Weiss had prepared. The license plate number was Yan A·96875.

At around 9:10, the vehicle smoothly passed the second traffic light on Tenglong Avenue. The third traffic light was green, and the journey was smooth. At the fourth traffic light, they were just lucky; the green light was about to turn green.

The driver accelerated and crossed the stop line.

The next second, a white van rushed out from the other side at high speed and crashed into the Maybach in the blink of an eye.

The collision happened in an instant. The van was loaded with hardware, and its enormous mass sent the Maybach flying sideways in a flash. Meanwhile, the van's accelerator seemed to be stuck, and it kept accelerating and accelerating.

It didn't stop completely until it crashed the Maybach into a roadside flowerbed.

The accident happened suddenly, and the passing drivers and pedestrians were stunned for a moment. After a brief moment of shock, they all joined the rescue efforts.

But before they could run over, sharp-eyed people spotted the sparks flashing on the car and the gasoline flowing under it.

"Don't go! There's a gasoline leak, and it's on fire!"

This shout startled the fastest runners, but several others overtook them and ran towards the vehicle at an even faster pace.

Just as they ran to within 10 meters of the vehicle, sparks from the collision ignited the leaking gasoline.

At the same time, it ignites the surrounding gasoline molecules.

With a loud bang, both cars were engulfed in flames. At that moment, those who wanted to help could only stand by and watch helplessly.

News of the car accident quickly reached the Wudaokou Biological Research Institute and Leng Yun, along with Wang Dashan's information.

After looking at it for a while, he handed the information to Lin Yi: "Wang Dashan, male, 37 years old, junior high school diploma."

"He was from the outskirts of Yanjing. He had a wife and a three-year-old daughter. When he was young, he was brave and violent and was imprisoned for a few years."

"I got married a few years ago and settled down a bit. I bought a small van and started delivering goods in Beijing."

"The information we found shows that this guy drove his sports car until the early hours of last night, and our people also found his medical records."

"Late-stage stomach cancer!"

“He left home at 5 a.m. this morning, first went to Hebei Province to load a truckload of hardware parts, and then headed to Wudaokou. Moreover, according to the owner of the goods, he also asked the other party to bring a 50-kilogram can of bulk gasoline.”

"Don't you think all of this is too much of a coincidence?"

"What coincidence? This can only mean that our Mr. Alna is unlucky. If he had cooperated earlier, he wouldn't have been hit by a car today." Lin Yi put down the documents in his hand, clapped his hands, picked up the cold tea on the table, took a sip, and then asked Leng Yun with a smile:
"Isn't this the script we wrote?"

"Li Yuan has no eldest son, and Shimin has no elder brother. What follows is all fun and games, isn't that great?"

These two jokes made Leng Yun sit down next to Lin Yi. He poured out the cold tea in his hand, replaced it with a freshly brewed cup, and sighed as he drank it:
"In my imagination, these people should unite and then stir up trouble in America."

“We anticipated this situation, but it wasn’t a high priority; in other words, I don’t really like seeing this situation.”

"Alright!" Lin Yi poured himself a cup of tea. He understood why Leng Yun said that. After all, in traditional Chinese history, patricide is something that is highly condemned by human ethics and morality.

But what does this have to do with me?

It's not like I ordered someone to kill me!
This is entirely due to the greed of those bastards; it has nothing to do with me.

After drinking two cups of tea, Leng Yun had mentally prepared himself. He picked up another document and said to Lin Yi, "According to Di Yanjun's feedback, Adria's physical condition is very good. Through data analysis from various aspects, his current physical condition is that of a pampered 60-year-old man."

"So, our General Staff's idea is to release this guy first."

"What do you think!"

Lin Yi spread his hands: "Put it down!"

“It will be even more fun once this live specimen is out of here. I’ve been looking at the data you’ve collected these past few days.”

“The successors that our Mr. Adria has cultivated are all outstanding individuals.”

"You know, the father of these outstanding people was on the verge of death, but now he has suddenly reappeared and regained his youth."

What should we do with those outstanding individuals among them?

"Should you choose to compete for the position, or choose to endure it?"

Lin Yi blinked, looking completely innocent, as he asked these questions.

After blinking, he said to Leng Yun, "However, I still have to criticize your intelligence system."

"You should collect more of these kinds of family feuds; they can come in handy in situations like this."

“Besides Adria’s family, there are other families.”

“Especially those like America’s, I’m really curious now, when these financial backers are fighting tooth and nail for their interests, will America’s Democrats and Republicans step down and stand up for their financial backers?”

"And then what about those old fogies in the Republican and Democratic parties..."

He didn't ask any further questions because there was a knock on the door.

Leng Yun replied, "Come in." The person outside pushed open the door, took a document, and walked up to Leng Yun. As he handed over the document, he said with a strange expression, "This is a response from the business department after we notified Mr. Alna's family."

"The other party just needs to reply and follow the procedure! Why do I have to review it?" Leng Yun muttered as she opened the file, glanced at it for two seconds, then slammed it shut, only to open it again later.

Finding the content was still the same, he turned around and shoved the file into Lin Yi's hand:
"Here comes the fun you've been waiting for!"

"What's the fun?" Lin Yi opened the document, looked at it for two seconds, and his expression became very strange.

In this reply, the man who called himself Charles demanded that the Chinese side take responsibility for his father's death. However, he said he would not pursue the matter if the Chinese side could maintain his father's negotiating conditions and lower its demands.

In other words.

Dad has become a warm and welcoming Haval coin.

No, it should be that Daddy turned into green dollars, after all, when negotiating with Alna, the comrades in the commerce department wanted a chemical complex with real money.

Those chemical complexes all need green dollars to invest in them.

Lowering investment standards now would be tantamount to making greenbacks in US dollars, wouldn't it?

Moreover, his father died, and he inherited those conditions.

This means that the person giving the injection changed from his father to him.

Dad feels even warmer now!

(End of this chapter)