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Chapter 662 The Alliance of Fathers' Sorrows! (First Update!)

"Do you have any thoughts on what's going to happen next?" Leng Yun suddenly asked, interrupting Lin Yi's thoughts. Lin Yi looked up, puzzled, and asked, "What thoughts?"

Sensing his genuine confusion, Leng Yun offered an explanation: "I just didn't expect these people to have such low moral standards."

"You understand what I mean, right?"

After saying this, Leng Yun couldn't help but press her hand to her forehead, looking like she didn't want to talk.

As a Chinese, Lin Yi understood very well what Leng Yun meant; it was simply a matter of moral boundaries.

During the Three Kingdoms period, Lü Meng's famous "Crossing the River in White Robes" move effectively severed the escape route for ordinary people during wartime for thousands of years.

This is a major moral decline.

The plan devised by this group in the General Staff was mainly aimed at America's military and had little impact on ordinary people.

When making the plan, they still treated the other person as a human being and believed that the other person had basic morals. They just didn't expect that the other person's moral bottom line would be so low.

And the efficiency is so high.

The moment the news was released, his father was killed on the other side. That can only mean that the person on the other side is at least not human, at least not a normal person.

When dealing with such abnormal individuals, extra consideration is needed when making plans. Previous plans also need to be adjusted, at least by lowering the moral bottom line and trying to think the worst of the other person.

Lin Yi pinched the bridge of his nose, raised his head, and smiled brightly:

"Then let's make this unfortunate news public!"

"We will also send out the results of the investigation, as well as our offer of apology and our terms of goodwill toward Mr. Charles."

"Anyone with eyes can see what's going on!"

“If these people are moral, what happened to Alna will not happen again, but if these people are not moral, what happened to Alna will happen again.”

“Those nouveau riche aren’t stupid; they will fight back.”

"At that time, we could choose to fight like the snipe and the clam, and the fisherman would benefit, or we could choose to help others."

"In short, we benefit!"

"So, what happened to your original plan?"

"This wasn't even part of the original plan!" Leng Yun slapped his forehead in frustration. "Who knew he could kill his father!"

"Oh!" Lin Yi gave a soft "oh," turned his head, and began writing a detailed plan in his notebook.

By the time he finished writing, about 10 minutes had passed.

Leng Yun picked up the plan he had written down, glanced at it with satisfaction, and said, "You're ruthless enough!"

"I'll make arrangements right now. Tell the guard at the gate what you want to eat."

He turned and left with the plan Lin Yi had written down. He needed to quickly adjust the subsequent plans according to this plan, so that he wouldn't be too morally upright and fail to handle things properly later.

Less than half an hour after he left, the relevant investigation report appeared on the official website of the commerce department.

This report naturally ended up in the hands of the nouveau riche who had already settled in China, and their families.

In his hotel room, Soros looked at the report his secretary had printed from the official website and felt a growing headache.

This official report is very detailed, and it clearly investigates the time and place of the accident, as well as the identities of both parties involved.

In the official report, this was simply a car accident caused by driver fatigue, a very common occurrence.

According to statistics from the United Nations, countless such car accidents occur every year.

However, at the end of the report, the commerce department added a sentence, seemingly superfluously.

The terms of the negotiations with Mr. Arna Koch will be unconditionally transferred to Mr. Charles Koch. At the same time, some negotiation standards will be lowered. Specific terms and timing will be discussed in detail.

This sentence was prominently displayed at the end of the report.

This pushed what should have been a perfectly normal report to the other side, to the edge of conspiracy theories.

After a long pause, Soros called his secretary over and placed the documents in front of him: "Take a look at this report. After you've read it, don't do any thinking. Just tell me what your feelings are."

Soros's secretary was an elite handpicked by him from a large pool of people.

For him, reading such a report and providing useful analysis is a very small matter.

Once the secretary had the report in hand, she read it from beginning to end, word by word.

Upon reading the last part, he suddenly looked up and said, "Sir, my intuition tells me that the Chinese side wants to tell us something: that Mr. Alna's death is related to his son."

After explaining his thoughts, the secretary put down the documents and stepped aside.

Upon receiving his answer, Soros nodded: "I think so too!"

Having received her boss's approval, the secretary had just begun to smile when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Soros's expression was off, so she quickly suppressed her smile.

At this point, Soros also expressed another conjecture of his:
"The Chinese side is even more intent on sowing discord!"

Soros used Mandarin for the last word, but it wasn't standard Mandarin; the way he pronounced it sounded a bit strange.

But the secretary still understood the meaning of the word and retorted in more standard Mandarin, "Sow discord?"

“That’s right!” Soros walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked out at the scenery:

"Perhaps it was prepared by the Chinese side from the beginning, or perhaps they only came up with the idea on a whim because of Charles's actions."

"In short, this report contains a strong message of sowing discord."

"Those last few words revealed a message."

"That means they only care about money. Whether it's the father or the son, as long as they can provide funds, they can cooperate. If the father makes the terms, the son can take over after the father dies."

His explanation caused his secretary behind him to gasp in shock. Then, the secretary's terrified gaze fell on Soros: "Sir, then you mean...?"

Soros nodded: "Yes!"

…………

San Francisco, California.

The rooftop terrace of the Grand San Francisco Hotel faces the iconic Golden Gate Bridge, a landmark of San Francisco.

Charles stood on the terrace, a glass of red wine in his right hand and a document in his left, his face so gloomy it seemed like it could wring water out of it.

He was initially very happy to see the news from China, but he never expected that China would not even conduct a proper investigation before directly targeting him.

These people are really...

He casually tore up the document, downed the glass of red wine in his hand, turned around, and looked at the group of people behind him.

Pattmann von Guttenberg.

Sylvester Harlan... A few months ago, even just days ago, they could be considered rivals, fighting each other in the financial markets, sabotaging each other in various ways, and grabbing those lucrative pieces of meat.

But now, they have miraculously come together.

Noticing Charles's gaze, Sylvester raised his glass: "Come, let's drink to our Mr. Charles, to celebrate his old father... his old father's glorious return to God's embrace."

Before anyone else could respond, Sylvester downed his drink in one gulp.

After being mocked, Charles didn't hold back. He raised his glass and said to Sylvester, "Let's celebrate Mr. Adria's new life. Perhaps we'll be dealing with Mr. Adria for the next few decades. I just hope that Mr. Adria will let us off the hook and be kind to us, considering our friendship with Mr. Sylvester."

His sarcastic remarks drew laughter from those around him.

After all, of all the fathers present, only Adria had completed the injection.

Only Sylvester would have to face his father for the next few decades.

He might even die before his father.

Thinking of this, the audience burst into laughter again.

Amidst the laughter, Sylvester picked up a wine bottle and smashed it against the table, shattering it. He then kicked the shards aside, looked at the group, and calmly said:
"Don't laugh!"

“If your fathers had also received the injections, you would have suffered the same fate as me.”

"Of course, you can deceive yourselves and say that your father is willing to give you power."

"It's fine to fool others, but it's not fun if you get fooled yourself."

"If that were the case, you wouldn't be here!"

Sylvester exposed the feigned composure, and the group of onlookers who had been watching the spectacle all turned their heads away, continuing to pretend to be calm.

Seeing that this group of people were still burying their heads in the sand like ostriches, Sylvester turned directly to Charles:
"Where is the middleman you contacted?"

"Give me his contact information. I need to contact him and get rid of my dad."

Such a blunt request left Charles speechless for a moment. He pinched the bridge of his nose and pointed to the large group of people standing next to him: "Walls have ears. Can't you be a little more discreet?"

"Does keeping a low profile even help?" Sylvester retorted, pointing to the people beside him. "Am I supposed to act like them?"

"Having the desire to steal but not the courage?"

His confident words left Charles speechless. He promptly slapped himself on the forehead and said:

"Forget about it, that guy has already run away!"

"And even if he didn't run away, he wouldn't risk offending the Chinese government to kill your father at this time."

You need to try a different approach!

"I heard you convened a meeting with Goldman Sachs and related consortiums. How did it go at the meeting...?"

"Heh!" Sylvester let out a cold laugh, turning his gaze to the others: "And you? What are you thinking?"

Perhaps it's because Sylvester has repeatedly thrown away his pride and voluntarily exposed himself, setting an example for everyone.

After this question was asked, several people stepped forward.

The man at the front went straight up to Sylvester: "Mr. Sylvester, I really need your help."

Goldman Sachs is an investment bank, and its specialty is stepping in when a company needs investment and using that investment to generate profits.

And they are Jews, and Jews are best at taking advantage of others' misfortunes.

Sylvester immediately adopted a businesslike expression, crossed his legs in front of the man, and said, "What help do you need, my dear Mr. Robbie?"

"Do you want to kill your old father?"

The blunt question gave Robbie a headache; his father was Hilton Adelson, the second-largest donor to the Republican Party and chairman of the Las Vegas Sands Corporation.

Killing him would be extremely difficult.

Moreover, killing him would damage one's reputation.

Just as he was hesitating, Sylvester raised his right index finger and waved it in front of Robbie: "First, I need to correct your misconceptions."

"The people who want our old fathers to die the most in this world are not us, but the power holders on this land beneath our feet."

"Can you understand me?"

His words were like a wake-up call, bringing everyone around him to their senses.

They wanted their elderly father dead entirely because of a power struggle within the family, but in reality, whether their father lived or died was not important.

Even if their father were alive, as long as they could seize power, it would make no difference whether their father was alive or dead.

But in America, there exists a group of people who yearn for immortality even more than their old fathers.

Those people were America's politicians.

These people will stop at nothing to seize power, and once they reach a high position of power, they want to hold onto it for as long as possible.

In the past, when they were trapped in their own lives, they would pave a path, a path for their own people to ascend.

This allows them to keep power in their hands.

These wealthy families have taken advantage of this habit of politicians to achieve their own goals.

However, if those politicians knew that these wealthy families were seeking a way to achieve immortality, and that they wouldn't be included in that immortality.

These politicians are going to go crazy.

If I were to extend an olive branch to them at this time, and then betray my own father, these guys would definitely agree without hesitation, and then betray me.

The only troublesome thing is that you have to guard against these guys betraying their own father and then betraying you in return.

If that were really the case.

The overall situation might end up being more of a loss than a gain.

However, rather than having his father hold onto power and living a life of incompetence as a prince, it would be better to make a grand spectacle of himself.

Having figured out Sylvester's thoughts, the others gradually gathered around: "So, Mr. Sylvester, could you tell us your thoughts?"

“Let’s form an alliance!” Sylvester raised his right index finger: “An alliance against the immortality of the old father.”

"We joined forces with the American authorities and used a series of laws to keep our elderly father trapped in China, preventing them from sending out instructions."

"Then we can effectively gain power."

"And if we gain enough power, we can support the politicians who help us, and purge the politicians that our old father supported!"

(End of this chapter)