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Seeing the male lead, Seric’s emotions fluctuated somewhat.

After all… they were good friends who had slept in the same bed.

But it was definitely not a positive fluctuation, because he vaguely realized the reason for the male lead’s appearance here.

Meeting again was already after the protagonist had been abandoned by him. Of course, the male lead didn’t know he had been abandoned yet. On the contrary, he was a little moved.

Because… Seric had actually done so much for him. This made him feel that Seric was genuinely good to him, not a hypocritical kind of good.

He originally had no good feelings for Seric, and even thought he was a pervert, but now, his dissatisfaction with Seric, that kind of uncomfortable feeling, began to disappear.

The look in his eyes no longer held fear, unease, or hatred, only calmness and a kind of “greeting” that he felt the other party could understand.

Besides the male lead, the director also came. He was holding a small camera and looked a bit awkward because he knew what he was here to do today.

“Is there a bed inside?” Lance asked.

Ennio pushed open the door to the inner room to confirm, then ran out, “Yes.”

“Very good, please show our gentlemen into the room.”

Seric took a deep breath, which made his originally faintly aching lower abdomen begin to hurt noticeably again. His face turned slightly pale, “What are you going to do?”

Lance glanced at Gerald, “I want to play a game with you.”

“You always like to use various means to force others to obey your commands. You trample and twist their dignity and personality, just to please your strange sexual preference.”

“Now, I’ll give you a choice.”

“This is the ninth floor. I can throw you out the window, or let you experience the feeling that those you have humiliated have endured.”

“You can refuse, then the ground will be your final destination.”

“But you can also accept the new experience I’m giving you. Perhaps it will teach you how to respect others.”

“Go into the room, or I’ll throw you down. You can make your choice.”

Hiram opened the window. A strong wind blew in, making the curtains flutter loudly. Seric remained silent, his face pale.

He no longer said any harsh words, because he knew that these people might really do it, really throw him down from here.

At this moment, he thought about many things.

Under the threat of death, people often think about these things: regrets in life, beautiful moments in life, what they wanted to do but haven’t done yet.

It was mostly things like this, and because of this, a strong desire to live arose.

He turned his head and glanced at the director, looking at the camera in his hand. He knew that this was the thing that would make him shut up completely.

Death and dignity, he had to choose one.

The male lead walked to his side and said softly, “I’ll be careful.”

“F—k!” Seric looked at him and cursed, but the male lead didn’t seem to mind, just smiled.

“It seems you have all made your choice, then please enter the room…”

The producer was a little dazed, “Then what… should I do?”

Lance said with a smile, “You and Seric lie on the bed together. The evil you have done will one day happen to you!”

Seric was half-supported and half-pushed into the room. Then the director, with a pained expression, also followed into the room. As the clothes of the three were collected, and under the threat of the dark muzzle of a gun, in the end, no matter how unwilling they were, they still let go…

Sometimes, the more you want to achieve something, the less you can do it.

More than thirty minutes later, the director walked out of the room, “Next time you have a job like this, please don’t ever call me again.”

The moment the door opened, there was a stench of feces. It was unknown who had pooped.

But this was normal. After the sphincter muscle is tricked, the intestines will have an almost instinctive peristaltic reaction. If you can’t control it, it just comes out.

Seric lay on the bed with red eyes. He was crying. The producer, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression, and even felt… this might be a good opportunity for him to advance further.

After all, who else had had this kind of experience?

At the very least, even if he did a terrible job, Seric would protect him.

The male lead, however, showed some… somewhat tough momentum, “We’ve already done as you said. Can we leave now?”

Looking at Seric, who was silent with his head down, Lance smiled and made a “please go ahead” gesture.

“We can talk again, but before that, you’d better go take a shower.”

Lance fanned his hand in front of his nose, “It stinks a little.”

The male lead and the producer actually didn’t have much of an emotional change, only Seric had an expression as if his family had died.

But in the end, they still accepted Lance’s suggestion and stayed in the bathroom for a long time, using up more than half a bottle of soap and shower gel, and even half a bottle of free perfume.

Sitting back in the chair, Seric was a little unaccustomed. His ass hurt a little, so he could only sit on one side.

“Originally, I considered how to solve this trouble of yours. Actually, from my perspective, physical destruction is not the optimal choice, but it is the most trouble-free.”

“I’m a person who is very afraid of trouble.” Lance’s tone was very sincere, but he frowned slightly. The strong smell of perfume was a bit pungent.

He had Ennio open the window, then lit a cigarette, which seemed to make him feel a little better.

“Killing you alone would still lead to a lot of trouble, which means I would have to deal with a lot of people.”

“Your family, your children…” Lance sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his left arm across his chest, and his right elbow resting on his left arm.

“You are different from those ordinary people. Your family has the qualification and strength to take revenge. To avoid trouble, I can only do that.”

“Perhaps also your ex-wife?”

“Then it’s her new family. We would have to deal with a lot of people. A lot of people would die because of you.”

“Just like I told you, I’m afraid of trouble.”

“So I changed my method.”

“I won’t use this roll of film to threaten you to do anything, but I hope that in the future, wherever Gerald appears, don’t let me see you.”

“Otherwise, all the people of the Federation will know a shocking piece of news!”

Seeing that Lance was about to reveal the content, Seric quickly said, “Don’t say it!”

“I will not come to Likalai State again.”

The terrible “local customs” here made him feel desperate, and also made his ass hurt!

This was definitely the worst trip he had ever experienced. Golden Port and this… Valley City, were so f—king awful!

The police here did nothing, the politicians did nothing, and even the f—king gangs did nothing!

Just because this group of people were from Golden Port, they were unwilling to make a move against them?

Since when were the gangs and politicians so unified in their choices?

However, Seric did not completely soften. He looked at Lance, “You’ve caused the company to lose a lot of money. The company will definitely find a way to hold you responsible.”

“They will continue to sue you, or find ways to recover the losses from other aspects.”

“I’m not threatening or being defiant, I’m just stating a fact to you. You’ve caused us to lose at least a million.”

Lance waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly, “Your maximum loss is only two or three hundred thousand. Don’t talk to me about this, I’m not interested in this.”

“And you have to understand, you caused all of this, not me.”

“I hope all of this can teach you a lesson, to make you understand that your social status and your power are not capital for you to be unscrupulous!”

“There is always someone above you, Mr. Seric!”

Lance stood up as he spoke, “You can call the police, you can go to those politicians, you can even go to other gangs or even assassins, but, my advice is, before you do these things, first use your brain to think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences.”

“If we have a next meeting, I hope you are standing, not lying down!”

He walked to the door. Gerald handed him the hat from the coat rack. Lance held the hat, “Farewell, gentlemen.”

The group left as cleanly as they had arrived. Seric immediately stood up, his expression full of pain.

“Damn it, help me call an ambulance…”

After leaving the hotel, Lance had the director keep the film safe. The value of this thing’s existence was not actually the moment it was finally exposed.

Rather, it was when it was hidden in some unknown corner. Just as people often say, an unfired gun is the most threatening.

An unused roll of film is the most terrifying.

Lance pointed out a few young men to stay here, “You guys stay with the film crew. Maybe you can also get a cameo in the movie or something.”

“In short, if anyone causes trouble, beat them hard.”

“If you can’t beat them, call us…”

He walked to Gerald’s side, “Next time you run into trouble, call me earlier. We are all brothers!”

Gerald hugged him, “Yes, we are all brothers.”

Lance patted his shoulder, letting Gerald release him, “If anyone comes looking for trouble with you, push all the blame onto me.”

He pressed on Gerald’s shoulder, “Keep up the good work. I look forward to the day you become a big star…”

Lance felt that this matter might not be over yet, because now it was not just a matter between him and Seric, but also a matter between Seric and the male lead and the producer.

How could a socialite let two lackeys know about this terrible incident of his?

Not to mention one of them went through it with him, while the other did it to him. He would definitely find a way to silence these two people.

I hope his actions are clean and swift…

A relaxing errand. After returning to Golden Port, Elvin told him that Lainey (the manager of the Liji Agricultural Group’s Golden Port branch) had called him several times.

Lance called him back.

“Mr. Lance?”

“Yes, has your discussion had a good outcome?”

It was clear from the receiver that Lainey’s voice was full of apology and regret, “I’m very sorry, Mr. Lance. As Bridge is a specialist sent from headquarters, it’s difficult for me to change his decision.”

“He is determined to have the company’s legal department sue you, so… you’d better be prepared to face the lawsuit.”

“To be honest, I privately tried to persuade him, but he expressed strong dissatisfaction with the contract we have signed now. However, if you are willing to make some concessions.”

“He is willing to represent the company and re-sign a new supply and marketing contract with you at two hundred and fifty-five…”

Lance actually knew all along that they would be like this, “So this is the final news you have for me, is it?”

“I’m afraid so, regrettably.”

Lance directly rejected his proposal, “No need to talk. I am disappointed with your integrity.”

Lainey never took this kind of “attack” seriously. He had heard much worse things many times, in many ways.

As a super agricultural conglomerate with a monopoly position, although in terms of identity everyone was a citizen of the Federation, he just felt that he was a little nobler than ordinary people.

“Then Mr. Lance, you’d better find a qualified lawyer. If you lose the case, you might not get a single cent and have to pay us a large sum in compensation.”

Lance didn’t give him a good face, although he also knew that the decision-making power in this matter lay with the company’s headquarters. “I hope you can still laugh in the future.”

After saying that, he hung up the phone. Lainey looked at Bridge sitting next to him, “He refused, you heard him.”

Now most of the contracts were settled, only some more difficult characters were left.

Lance was one of them. To this day, Bridge still didn’t understand how Lance could be so firm that grapes would definitely soar in price!

Unless he got some inside information, or as he had guessed, had a behind-the-scenes deal with someone in the company.

But that was also unlikely. If Lance was some capitalist, or someone from the other two major group companies, perhaps there was such a possibility.

But he was just a gang leader. Did he know what futures were called?

Did he know what finance was called?

So in the end, he still saw this as a low-probability event. As for why Lance insisted on a five-fold penalty for breach of contract, that was a mystery.

“If he doesn’t agree, then he doesn’t agree. Arrange for a lawyer to sue him…”

He began to focus on other work. During this period, he had settled seventy percent of the contracts in Golden Port, which made the head office’s board of directors very satisfied with his work results.

He had already heard from his backer that the board of directors was considering whether to make him a senior partner.

He could hold stocks, and even join the board of directors!

Just this one time, he had “saved” the company at least tens of millions in losses. If he wasn’t given some reward for such a great contribution, it would be too unreasonable.

The more it was like this, the more perfunctory his attitude towards Lance, and even towards Lainey, became, because these people didn’t arouse his interest.

He needed to focus on more advanced matters.

Lainey looked at Bridge like this, pursed his lips. A useful, and ruthless tool.

But for the sake of being colleagues, he still gave a reminder, “This is Golden Port. The gang power is very strong. You’ve offended a lot of people. You’d better be careful when you go out.”

Bridge looked up at Lainey. He didn’t know what he originally wanted to say, but maybe he changed his mind in the end, and finally said “thanks for the reminder,” and then lowered his head again, immersed in his work.

At six-something in the evening, Lainey glanced at Bridge, who was still working, reminded him that it was already off-duty time, but in return got the question “You guys get off so early,” after which he closed his mouth and left the office.

Bridge had been busy in the office until eight-something. He then stretched his back and ended a day’s work.

After he had listed some data, he proposed some new ideas to the headquarters. Not only should the grape contracts be completely breached, but some other crop contracts must also be completely breached.

He analyzed the price changes in the market and, with reference to the intensity of prohibition in Golden Port, he believed that the price of grapes might exceed four hundred, not three hundred and fifty.

As for other crops that could be used for brewing, they would all have a significant increase, at least double to start, and some might even be three or five times.

These were all company profits. If they could eat these profits, then before June, the company could complete this year’s expected profit target, and the rest would be extra profit!

This would make Liji’s stock very popular in the market, thus realizing a doubling of the company’s wealth value!

As for reputation?

When reputation was not worth money to big capitalists, they didn’t care about reputation. Only when its price was higher than money would they care a little.

He wrote a long report of several pages, and then planned to fax it to the head office.

But when he noticed that it was already late, he remembered that faxing it at this time was useless.

There was no one else working on the empty office floor, but the bright lights were not turned off.

He wouldn’t feel fear because of this, but would instead feel a kind of… indescribable sense of power.

It would give him the illusion that “I am the master here.”

He walked past every desk, imagining those people still sitting in their seats, respectfully greeting him. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Senior partner!

He stood in front of the elevator waiting for it. He rarely hummed a little tune.

As the elevator arrived and took him to the first floor, Bridge’s pleasure had reached its peak!

Golden Port was actually a very nice place. It had a rich nightlife, very suitable for a successful person like him.

After a busy day, about to become a senior partner of the company, find a place to relax.

“Mr. Bridge, do you need a car to be arranged to take you back?”

The manager in the first-floor lobby took the initiative to approach. As a specialist, Bridge naturally had some privileges.

He thought for a moment, “Yes, arrange a car for me…”

“Okay, please wait a moment.”

Bridge stood at the company entrance and waited for about three or four minutes. Just when he was about to get impatient, the young man personally drove a car over.

“Mr. Bridge, the drivers have all left, so tonight I will personally take you. Where would you like to go?”

This young man’s attitude made Bridge feel comfortable. He got into the car, “You must be more familiar with Golden Port than I am. Are there any fun places nearby?”

That slightly ambiguous tone had already revealed his thoughts.

The young man immediately said, “I know a great place, with the most beautiful girls and the finest wine here…”

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