Spellcasting Gods

“I think drawing lots is a good option! And it’s fair. If a region is chosen, then that region will send at least five representatives to Hell to be in charge of this dangerous negotiation,” Cosmo casually offered a seemingly reasonable suggestion.

"I agree to the draw!"

"That's definitely fair!"

"Then let's draw!"

……

After the resolution was passed unanimously, the speakers of the Supreme Council rose and went to the center of the hall. They reached into a small metal box and took out pale yellow strips from it.

Only the Speaker of the South American Parliament drew a silver strip.

It was obvious without asking that he had hit the jackpot and was about to be in charge of the specifics of negotiating with the demons of hell. A cold expression appeared on his aged face.

At the same time, all the members of the South American Supreme Council stood up abruptly from their chairs and stared at their speaker.

"Congratulations, my dear old friend, the burden of saving the human world now rests on your shoulders." Cosmo said politely, but his eyes revealed undisguised schadenfreude.

That's right!

It's just gloating!

There has always been friction between the North American Supreme Council and the South American Supreme Council. Although it has not yet reached the point of a direct confrontation, there have been quite a few underhanded maneuvers.

Now that his old rival is going to be in trouble, he will naturally feel a sense of joy.

"Humph!"

The South American speaker glared coldly at the other party, then turned and left with his men, presumably planning to hold a lottery upon returning home to gather five unlucky individuals to complete this extremely dangerous mission.

Watching the figures of these people gradually disappear into the distance, Faust appeared behind Lavern at some point and said in a low voice, "Come to my room later, I have something important to discuss with you."

"What is it? Don't tell me you're planning to go to hell!" Lavern retorted without turning his head.

"No! Of course not! I'm not that stupid to confront an unprecedentedly powerful demon army head-on. I recently received some interesting intelligence: on the distant Indian subcontinent, someone has discovered an entrance to a mysterious space. It might be a fragmented world, or it could be an entrance to some divine realm."

"That sounds like a valuable opportunity. But the problem is, we have an important ally out of the picture. Are you sure you want to leave him behind and act alone?"

"Hehe, it's not that we deliberately left him behind, it's just that he didn't leave any contact information."

"Okay! I'll join!"

"A wise choice!"

……

Chapter 0952 Blackmail

"Yvette! Calm down! You must calm down! You can do it!"

In an alley behind a coffee shop, a young white woman stood nervously, trying to encourage herself.

She held a small camera in one hand and gripped a stun gun in her bag with the other.

In the United States, where guns and violence are rampant, one must be fully prepared to blackmail someone, otherwise a verbal exchange could easily escalate into a bloody conflict, or even rape or murder.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many secrets involved, and that leaking them could lead to her utter ruin, she would not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire a bodyguard.

Unfortunately, reality is often cruel; you have to pay a price to gain something, and no one is an exception.

After anxiously waiting for seven or eight minutes, a chubby fat man finally got out of a Lincoln sedan, quickly disappeared into the alley, and roared furiously, "Fuck! You damn bitch, you dare threaten me! Hand over the cassette tape! Or I'll make you regret it!"

“Mr. Claudien, don’t get so agitated. Here, this is the cassette tape you wanted. Of course, it’s just a copy; the real original is kept in a very secure place. If you don’t do as I say, that tape will end up in your wife’s hands. As far as I know, she’s quite unhappy with you. If she gets evidence of your infidelity, guess what she’ll do? If it were me, I’d definitely hire a top lawyer, file for divorce, and try to get as much of the assets as possible.” Yvette was clearly not intimidated by his aggressive demeanor; instead, she calmly threatened him.

Before leaving home today, she had practiced several times at home. Although she was extremely nervous, she still managed to say everything she needed to say very smoothly.

no way!

The most important thing about doing things like extortion, blackmail, and coercion is to abandon your sense of morality and shame and become a complete scumbag.

Yvette is clearly far from being able to do that, so she can only try to appear tough.

Because she craved wealth, longed to be a member of high society, and desired to enjoy, like those wealthy young American women, the sun, beaches, fine wine, gourmet food, designer clothes, shoes, cosmetics, wild parties, handsome men, and so on.

After all, desire is a strange thing; it can make the most humble person brave, just to change their originally ordinary fate.

"No! I won't listen to you! Bring me the original card right now!" Claudien roared, grabbing the girl's neck.

Like most white American men, when threatened, his first thought is not to use his intelligence, but to resort to violence without thinking.

"Shit! You fat pig! You forced me to do this!"

Without saying a word, Yvette pulled out the stun gun and pressed the trigger switch.

Snap snap snap snap snap snap!

With a crisp crackling sound of electricity, Claudien convulsed and then fell backward onto the ground with a thud.

However, since the self-defense stun gun was not very powerful, he did not fall into a coma, but only lost the ability to move and struggled to get up.

But Yvette wasn't about to let such an opportunity slip by. She raised her high heel with its sharp tip and kicked the man in the groin.

"what!!!!!!"

There is a kind of excruciating pain in the world called testicular pain.

Right now, poor Claudien is experiencing it firsthand, his round head and face turning an eerie purplish-red.

"Idiot! Just wait until your wife takes you to court!" Yvette stomped on the man's left hand again before turning to leave.

"No! Don't go! We can talk again!" Claudien was terrified and, ignoring Egg's sadness, grabbed the girl's ankle.

"Talk? No, we have nothing to talk about. Either do as I say, or go back and wait to die. There is no third way. And get your filthy hands off me." Yvette issued her ultimatum with extreme force.

She had realized that the fat man in front of her was actually a coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong. As long as she acted tough, there was nothing to worry about.

“Damn it! That’s millions of dollars! It will take me at least a week to clean it!” Claudien cursed through gritted teeth.

As a womanizing man who enjoys hunting for women, he only now begins to hate himself for not being able to control his lust, which has led to his current predicament.

It's important to know that money laundering isn't scary; almost all major banks, financial institutions, and accounting firms in the United States are doing it.

But what's frightening is that almost all money laundering is not a one-off deal; once you get into it, you probably can't get out for the rest of your life.

What Claudien was truly afraid of was whether the woman in front of him was a spy sent by some gang or drug lord to "test the waters." If he met her demands, would there be another ten million or a hundred million?

If it really comes to that, it won't be long before he's on the blacklists of the FBI, DEA, and IRS.

“No problem, I’ll give you a week, and you’re allowed to take a 5% cut. Remember, keep it clean, I don’t want any trouble later, understand?” Yvette bent down and gently patted the fat man’s slightly chubby face.

This humiliating act filled Claudien with rage, but he dared not utter a single act of resistance. He could only watch helplessly as the girl stuffed the bag full of black money into the back of her car and drove off.

……

A few minutes later, when Yvette returned to the used BMW, she immediately waved her fist and cheered loudly, "I did it! I really did it! At least it wasn't for nothing that fat pig got away with it!"

"Well done! This is a great start. Next, you need to learn how to make good use of it to complete your initial capital accumulation," Zhang Cheng encouraged with a smile from the driver's seat.

"Primary capital accumulation?" Yvette was clearly taken aback.

Zhang Cheng nodded slightly: "That's right! Primitive capital accumulation!"

You don't actually think you can enter high society with just a few million dollars, do you?

No, darling, not at all. Given that you have neither connections nor talent, you simply cannot gain wealth from the fierce and brutal market competition.

So I suggest you look for inspiration from criminal law, which is to act as a money laundering intermediary.

Chicago is a gangster city with more than 200 gangs of all sizes. If you can persuade one or two of them to hand over some of their illegal proceeds to you, and then launder them through Crowdeen, you can earn a 10% to 15% commission.

See how simple it is, yet it's also highly profitable.

Most importantly, you're in single-line contact, so as long as you're not overly greedy, you almost don't need to worry about getting caught.

Chapter 0953 A Dirty World

How easy is it for a senior employee in the financial industry to launder money?

The answer is that by simply winning over a few key partners, it is even easier than engaging in legitimate businesses, and tens or hundreds of millions of dollars in illicit funds can be laundered with ease.

In less than a month, under Zhang Cheng's tutelage, Yvette had assembled a small money laundering gang and began taking over the gang's business in an orderly manner.

Claudien, who had previously shown some rebellious spirit, also plunged headlong into it after tasting the sweetness of success, greedily enjoying the high commissions.

In a country where money determines social status, few people can resist the temptation of money, especially when they watch their wealth increase. Anyone can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline and a surge of excitement.

Although these small pieces of paper, which are extremely cheap and worthless, are actually just a medium of exchange, they have been given a completely new definition in modern society: the right to allocate social resources.

To be precise, it is the second means of mobilizing social resources, besides violence.

Lying on her newly purchased, expensive waterbed, Yvette sipped her thousand-dollar bottle of champagne while glancing at the eight-figure sum in her bank account. She chuckled and remarked, "So this is money laundering! Without alerting anyone, using ordinary accounts to complete one fictitious transaction after another, then gradually investing through financial means to generate profits, ultimately transferring the money to my account through legitimate channels. Unless the account holders realize something's wrong and report it to the police, they never have to worry about being discovered."

"That's right! You have to understand, in the early stages of capital accumulation, almost no one takes the law seriously. Look at the statues of donors erected at those prestigious universities—how many of them made their fortunes by trafficking drugs in Asia, and how many had close ties with the Mafia? But what about now? They are the true rulers of this country, revered as blue-blooded aristocrats, monopolizing every aspect of this nation. In fact, the essence of this world is dirty, dark, and evil; good people can never become qualified leaders. If you killed all the politicians and billionaires in America, I guarantee that every single one of them would go to hell." Zhang Cheng revealed the chilling truth with a smile and without any attempt to conceal it.

As a transcendent being who rose from mortal to extraordinary, he was once superstitious about some so-called "classic works" when he was young. The most famous of these was Adam Smith's core idea in "The Wealth of Nations," which is that there is an invisible hand regulating the market.

According to this scholar, the government should not interfere with economic activities, but should allow the market and capital to regulate themselves. The more freedom merchants have, the more prosperous the market will be, thereby creating more wealth.

Countless media outlets, economists, and politicians around the world have hailed it as a classic, advocating for open markets and minimal regulation.

But what is the reality?

This invisible hand doesn't exist at all!

The market has no self-regulating ability!

Allowing capital to run rampant in the market results in a country's economic lifeline being controlled by a few or even a dozen groups, with over 90 percent of the wealth created by human production activities flowing continuously to a small number of people.

Financial crisis, freight forwarding crisis, economic bubble, rising unemployment, soaring prices, and stagnant incomes for ordinary people...

The harsh realities of modern international society unequivocally demonstrate that Adam Smith's views were wrong.

Those media outlets, economists, and politicians who advocate the invisible hand in The Wealth of Nations are all bought off and controlled by capital.

"Hahahaha! Shouldn't I feel honored to go to hell with so many important people?" Yvette took a big gulp of champagne and laughed heartily.

I can't help but laugh!

Under the bombardment of American news media, she had always believed that the reason why the rich became rich was because they were smarter, worked harder, and had higher ideals and pursuits than the poor.

But after spending time with them, the girl suddenly realized that the so-called rich people were nothing more than a group of devils in human skin, and that behind almost every "prestigious family" was a dark history that no one knew.

Their ancestors included drug dealers, gang leaders, slave owners, some who sold alcohol during Prohibition, some who relied on blatant money-for-power transactions, and others who directly plundered the land and wealth of Native Americans.