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Chapter 1375 1373. Don’t be afraid! This is just a technical adjustment!
The half-elf account manager who was in charge of the Benge family came with high hopes but left disappointed. When she left Sir Benge's manor, the sweet business smile on her face disappeared.

On the carriage back to the company, the half-elf reported the news to Ivankov using the encrypted communication orb. She gritted her teeth and said:

"Mr. Ivan, Old Benge did not agree to our withdrawal of cash, and even asked to withdraw the investment on the grounds that he had encountered misfortune at home."

"Ok?"

Ivankov, who was packing up in the office building and preparing to go to Ice Bay for a "vacation", immediately frowned when he received the news.

he asked:
"Doesn't he know that if he withdraws his investment outside the plan, not only will he not get any dividends, but he will also lose 20% of his margin? How could a guy who has been in the loan sharking business all his life and is only interested in profit make such an outrageous choice at this time?"

"I stressed this to him, Mr. Ivan, but he insisted on doing this. I had no choice but to appease him temporarily and said that this matter needed to be reported."

"Hey, Qiqi, this was just a test, and you just exposed yourself."

Ivan sighed when he heard the salesperson's answer. He was not panicked, but said in a teaching tone:
"The more this kind of thing happens, the more you must not panic. The correct response is to issue him a divestment agreement on the spot. You must seize the initiative. The more powerful you are, the more he will doubt himself. Now that you are delaying, it will only make that cunning guy think that there is something fishy going on."

"I'm sorry, sir, I..."

Qiqi, a half-elf believer of the goddess of wealth, immediately realized the problem. She responded with shame and wanted to make amends, but Ivankov narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said:
“Come back first, and after dinner, bring enough money to look for Old Benge.

No matter what kind of response he makes, we must resolutely not accept his funds anymore. We must handle things impartially and in a high tone. Then, we must make this known to all bankers in the city, so that they can see that we are still strong enough to stop the possibility of Old Benger spreading rumors everywhere.
Ok?
Kiki?

Why don’t you speak?

"Mr. Ivankov, my name is Little Benge, the son of Old Benge, and I want to talk to you."

A man's voice and Qiqi's frightened whimpering were heard from the other end of the communication orb, which made Ivan narrow his eyes immediately.

He said in a gentle tone:
"You'd better not hurt Qiqi, sir. No matter what you want to do, we can talk about it. I must warn you that Qiqi is being watched by the gods, and now you are being watched too. For the sake of your life, don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"I know what you are doing. I know this scam is about to end."

Little Benge replied again, and Ivankov shrugged his shoulders, walked to the French window of the office, looked at the street below which was still crowded with people, and said casually:

"You're joking, sir. Misty Sea Trading Company is an honest business. We will not touch anything illegal, so this accusation of fraud is a terrible smear on our company's reputation.

For the sake of your and your father's lifetime reputation, I advise you not to be so quick with your words."

"I can't argue with you, Mr. Ivan. I'm not good at this."

Xiao Benge said directly:
“But I’m not going to expose you, I just want to represent my father at the table at this time!
In fact, my father has invited the city's bankers to the manor and announced that he has invested all his cash in the Misty Sea Trading Company's business, and tonight will be an extraordinary 'blowing night'.

I also formally invite you to come to Benge Manor and become the absolute protagonist of tonight's banquet."

"Hmm, interesting."

Ivankov narrowed his eyes.

The teachings from Lao Huo made him immediately realize what this guy was going to do. The Benge family obviously had no intention of saving their colleagues who were about to fall into the fire pit. They wanted to make a fortune from the wailing of others.

"Come to the company and we'll talk in detail."

Ivan replied:
"Also, you'd better make sure my salesperson isn't frightened. If Qiqi loses even one hair, young man, I'm sure today will be the last day of your life."

After saying that, Ivan disconnected the call.

He turned around and saw his secretary Guinevere standing by the table.

The latter was playing with a blood crystal stone that was sparkling with blood. He could contact the Thorn Clan in Bernie City at any time and ask the vampire assassins to help them solve this "little problem".

The Benge family wanted to be at the table, but unfortunately, they seemed to have misjudged their own worth.

There is no legal protection in this era, and the most efficient business war is to hire vampires, night walkers, to kill the entire family of the other party in a simple and unpretentious way.

"Put down the crystal, Guinevere."

Ivan waved his hands and said:

"The other party is 'one of us'."

"Ok?"

The shadow elf looked at his boss in surprise, and Ivan explained:

"All communication beads used within the company are encrypted by Ms. Rose herself. There is only one possibility that they could be taken over and used by outsiders, and that is if the other party is also under the gaze of the Goddess of Fortune. That thing cannot be faked.

If I'm not mistaken, Little Benge is one of Ms. Dutna's "elected people" in the city of Bernie.

This guy is good, he has some skills.

At least there is nothing wrong with his vision, but his behavior is too rough and does not seem like that of a businessman."

"He's too immature."

Guinevere, who could not see the blood flowing like a river, curled her lips in disappointment and said:
"He doesn't know that we are about to close the net, and we are going to hold a dinner party in our own manor to praise you at this time. Once the incident happens, the Benge family will definitely not escape the fate of revenge, and they won't even have a chance to clear their name."

"This is a trial, Guinevere."

Ivankov spread his hands and said:

“It’s not just a test for Kafhoka, it’s also a test for the voters of wealth. It was the little Benge who asked to be included in the game and sit at the table. No one forced them, right?

Ms. Dutna teaches us that if you want extraordinary benefits, you must accept extraordinary risks.

Xiao Benge wants to help his family escape this disaster, so I can only give him a chance to participate. As for what the fate of the Benge family will be, to be honest, I don’t care.

After all, in this critical moment, if someone doesn't want to help others and instead plans to take advantage of the situation to step on them, then that person doesn't look like a good person, right?"

"Yes!"

Guinevere thought about the "accidents" that the Benge family might encounter in the next few days. She suddenly became happy and walked to Ivan and whispered:
"Just like us, Xiao Benge also stepped into the trial of greed and crisis."

"Yes, he is still thinking about making a lot of money. However, the last thing the goddess of wealth needs is followers who only care about money."

Ivankov commented:
"If one becomes a slave to wealth and follows greed even when there is a choice, then he will be severely punished by the power of wealth. I hope he can learn something from it, if he can survive the frenzy after the thunderbolt.

Good luck to him. Good luck to his family.

Clean up the conference room, Guinevere, prepare a decent welcome for our guests, then put on your most luxurious dress, bring all the senior officials of the company, and dress everyone up beautifully, just like the last performance before the curtain call, every story needs a decent ending.

Tonight, we will dance our last dance before we burn out at Benger Manor."
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The news that Misty Sea Trading Company had started rotating positions in its offices around the country did not attract much attention at first. After all, they had recruited a lot of "interns" locally a few months ago and promised to give these interns formal jobs at an appropriate time in the future.

Many new interns feel excited about getting this promising opportunity, but after they actually start working, various problems arise one after another and erupt on a large scale within a few days.

First, there is the issue of accounts.

The account transactions between the offices and the headquarters in the five counties of Kavhoka do not match at all in the past few days.

Those new accountants almost broke their calculation beads, but they could not balance the pitiful income and the horrific expenditure. They suspected that they were not good enough in their business, so they ran to ask for advice from the old senior colleagues who had not left their jobs for "work experience".

The senior staff waiting for the orderly evacuation were very kind and patiently taught them that it was just a minor "technical problem" and would be fixed soon.

Compared to internal problems such as accounts that can be covered up, the second bomb that broke out was very fatal.

Misty Sea Trading Company is having big cash flow problems.

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The fourth day after the second Class A commodity investment was completed was the trading company's payday. However, the finance department, which had been paying salaries on time for several months and had provided generous allowances every time, suddenly announced that the salary payment would be delayed until a week later, contrary to its usual practice.

At this point, even the most dull-witted person would notice the problem.

Especially those bankers who are more sensitive to capital flows. These guys who had just chatted and laughed with Ivankov at Benge Manor a few days ago held a private meeting and found out that since ten days ago, the Misty Sea Trading Company has been withdrawing large amounts of funds from various companies for "long-term investment."

The news itself was nothing surprising, as bankers were well aware of the move.

But the problem was that their actions of withdrawing funds from various companies were too uniform and the reasons they used were full of loopholes. It might be used to deceive a single person, but after everyone got together and discussed it briefly, they realized the seriousness of the problem belatedly. Finally, it was with the old Benge's sad "reminder" that the bankers realized that almost all the cash in their hands in the entire Kavkhovaya region had been withdrawn.

After sensing that something big was about to happen, the bankers in Bernie City immediately sent out their people to inquire about the news from their counterparts in the five local counties. The feedback they received made everyone feel depressed.

All the bankers with a bit of fame in the five counties were tricked by the business specialists of the Misty Sea Trading Company. What's more frightening is that the largest and most famous local banker, Sir Alf, who has a family inheritance, has been "missing" for eight days.

No wonder he didn't attend the bankers' dinner at Benger Manor before.

The panicked bankers' first reaction was to personally lead people to the trading company to recover the funds, but they came up empty-handed.

Not to mention Ivankov, they couldn't even see the chief accountant Gerbin. When they asked the employees, they said that Mr. Ivankov rewarded himself with a vacation in Ice Bay and would definitely be back next week, so the bankers should be patient.

However, the business these guys are dealing with is not just the financial transactions of the Misty Sea Trading Company. They also do things that bankers should do on a daily basis. Now the consequences of not having money in their hands are quite fatal.

Bankrupt?

Haha, in a feudal era with an imperfect rule of law, there is no such thing as bankruptcy. Once there is a large-scale default on the contracts, the consequences will definitely be the destruction of the family.

The bankers were not going to stand for this, and they staged an exciting drama that day called "causing a big disturbance at the Misty Sea Trading Company."

In order to clear himself up by pretending to be the most radical of all, Old Ben Ge, who had a guilty conscience, pretended to be furious and hung a banner outside the building in a very exaggerated manner, with the words "Misty sea dogs, give me back my hard-earned money!" written on it in large characters.

Considering the extremely high popularity of this trading company in Bernie City, this "performance art"-like event became the most explosive news of the day the moment it happened.

But soon, every customer who held the "Investment Return Calculator" received a group message from the company's backend, which explained the reason for this incident in the most sincere tone:

"We have noticed that recently some criminals have pretended to be our customers and carried out a series of 'slanderous' acts, attempting to discredit the image of Misty Sea Trading Company and undermine the investment confidence of our customers. We have submitted a public security application to the Berne City Hall, and we would also like to warn the rumormongers headed by Sir Benge!

Kavkhok is not a place of chaos, any evil will be brought to justice!

I hope our customers will keep their eyes open and not be misled by a series of rumors about our company!

In addition, due to the company's business adjustments, the accounting department needs to redo the financial statements, so the investment income dividends of all project categories this month have been postponed. However, this is just a normal technical adjustment. Customers are requested to wait patiently for the trading system to be restored.

Finally, Misty Sea Trading Company wishes all our valued customers smooth work and harmonious families. "

At first glance, this mass message seems to explain the situation, but in fact it adds fuel to the fire. The postponement of investment income dividends alone is enough to cause a stir among customers.

And the gentlemen are more familiar with this.

They understand the basic logic of political operations. When the official denies something, it actually proves the authenticity of that thing.

This caused an uproar. That evening, the office building of the Misty Sea Trading Company was blocked by people from all walks of life. In fact, no one wanted the trading company to lose money, but they just wanted to get first-hand information.

There are still many people who are optimistic about their investments. However, they waited from the end of get off work until midnight but did not see Mr. Ivankov come out to clarify. There was only a business manager who was sweating anxiously to support the situation.

After catching that guy and questioning him, we found out that he had just taken office three days ago and he really knew nothing.

Blanch!
This is a big deal.

Outside the crowd, Artyom, a pale-faced young man who had not eaten for several days and whose face was as thin as a sheet, looked out at the roars, curses and cries erupting from the surging crowd in front of him. The noisy sounds gathered together were like a nightmare being realized.

His brothers were already numb by now.

The most timid ones squatted on the ground and started crying, but Artyom cursed with red eyes:
"You useless thing! Stand up! I told you it's just a technical adjustment! Why are you crying? Wait! Wait a little longer. I believe a respectable man like Mr. Ivankov will not abandon us. He just went to Ice Bay for vacation and will be back next week!

Yes!

Just wait until next week and the farce created by these idiots will be exposed!

Wait! "

This guy waved his hands like crazy and shouted:

"Only the peak can produce false supporters, and only the dusk can witness true believers! When Mr. Ivankov comes back, he will know who is his true supporter, yes."

He yelled like he was in a dream, then looked down at the investment return calculator in his hand. The still rising line formed a strange contrast with the noisy scene in front of him.

It’s still rising!

You idiots!

Why can't you just look down and see that it's still rising!

(End of this chapter)