Empire of Shadows

When he saw the male lead, Ser里克's emotions fluctuated somewhat.

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

But it was definitely not a positive fluctuation, because he vaguely realized the reason why the male lead appeared here.

The last time they met was after the protagonist was abandoned by him, but of course, the male protagonist doesn't know he has been abandoned yet, on the contrary, he is a little touched.

Because... Ser里克 actually did so much for him, which made him feel that Ser里克 was really good to him, not that kind of hypocritical goodness.

He originally didn't have a good impression of Ser里克, and even thought he was a pervert, but now, it seems that his dissatisfaction with Ser里克, anyway, that kind of awkward emotion began to disappear.

Looking at him, there was no fear, anxiety, or hatred in his eyes, only calmness and a kind of "greeting" that he thought the other party could understand.

In addition to the male lead, the director also came. He was holding a small shooting equipment and looked a little embarrassed, because he knew what he was here to do today.

"Is there a bed inside?" Lance asked.

埃尼奥 pushed open the door inside, confirmed it, and ran out, "Yes."

"Very good, please let our gentlemen into the room."

Ser里克 took a deep breath, which caused the faint pain in his lower abdomen to become obvious again. His face was 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 orders. You trample on and distort their dignity and personality, just to please your strange fetish."

"Now, I'll give you a choice."

"This is the ninth floor. I'll throw you out of the window, or let you experience the feelings of those who have been humiliated by you."

"You can refuse, then the earth will be your final destination."

"But you can also accept the new experience I give you, which may teach you how to respect others."

"Enter the room, or I'll throw you down, you can make your choice now."

海拉姆 opened the window, and the strong wind blew in, causing the curtains to flutter. Ser里克 remained silent, his face pale.

He didn't say any more harsh words, because he knew that these people might really do that, really throw him down from here.

At this moment, he thought a lot.

Under the threat of death, most people actually think about these things, the regrets in life, the beauty in life, what is it that they want to do but haven't done.

Most of them are this kind of thing, and therefore generate a strong desire to survive.

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

Death and dignity, he had to choose one.

The male lead walked up to him and said softly, "I will be careful."

"F*ck!" Ser里克 looked at him and said a dirty word, but the male lead didn't seem to mind, just smiled.

"It seems that you have made a choice, then please enter the room..."

The producer was a little dazed, "Then what... should I do?"

Lance smiled and said, "You and Ser里克 lie on the bed together. The evil you do will one day happen to you!"

Ser里克 was half-supported and half-pushed into the room, and then the director followed into the room with a bitter face. As the clothes of the three were taken back, and under the threat of the dark muzzle, they finally, no matter how unwilling they were, still let go...

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

More than thirty minutes later, the director walked out of the room, "Next time there is such a job, don't look for me again."

The moment the door opened, there was still a smell of feces. I don't know who pooped.

However, this is normal. After the sphincter is deceived, the intestines will produce an almost instinctive peristalsis. If you can't control it, it will come out.

Ser里克 lay on the bed with red eyes. He cried, but the producer didn't care at all, and instead felt... that this might be a good opportunity for him to go further.

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

At worst, even if he does poorly, Ser里克 will protect him.

The male lead showed some... somewhat tough aura, "We have done what you said, can we leave?"

Looking at Ser里克, who was always silent and lowered his head, Lance smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

"We can talk again, but before that, you better take a shower."

Lance waved his hand in front of his nose, "It smells a bit."

The male lead and the producer didn't have much emotional changes, only Ser里克 had a look on his face 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 most of the bottle of soap and shower gel, and even most of the free perfume.

Ser里克, who was sitting back in the chair, was a little uncomfortable. His butt hurt a little, so he could only sit on one side.

"Originally, I considered how to solve this trouble of yours. Actually, from my point of view, the destruction of the body is not the optimal choice, but it is the easiest."

"I'm very afraid of trouble," Lance's tone was very sincere, but he frowned slightly, the strong perfume smell was a bit pungent.

He asked 埃尼奥 to open the window, and then lit a cigarette, as if this would make him feel better.

"Killing one of you will cause a lot of trouble, which means I have to deal with a lot of people."

"Your family, children..." Lance sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his left hand horizontally hugging his chest, and his right elbow pressing on his left arm.

"Your family has the right and power to avenge you, in order to avoid trouble, I can only do that."

"Maybe there is your ex-wife?"

"Then her new family, we will deal with a lot of people, many people will die because of you."

"Just like I told you, I'm afraid of trouble."

"So I changed the way."

"I won't use this video 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 Federal people will know a shocking news!"

Looking at Lance about to say those contents, Ser里克 Federally said, "Don't say it!"

"I won't go to 利卡莱州 again."

The terrible "local customs" here made him feel desperate, and it also made his butt hurt!

This is definitely the worst trip he has ever experienced, 金港城 and this... 溪谷市, it's f*cking terrible!

The police here are inactive, the politicians are inactive, and even the gangsters are f*cking inactive!

They are unwilling to take action against them just because these people are from 金港城?

When have the gangsters and politicians been so unified in their choices?

However, Ser里克 did not completely give in. He looked at Lance, "You have caused the company to lose a lot of money. The company will definitely find a way to hold you accountable."

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

"I'm not threatening or unconvinced, I'm just stating a fact to you, you have caused us to lose at least millions."

Lance waved his hand, as if shooing away flies, "You only lost two or three hundred thousand at most, don't tell me this, I'm not interested in this."

"And you have to understand that you caused all this, not me."

"I hope all this can give you a lesson, let you understand that your social status and your power are not unscrupulous capital!"

"There is always someone above you, Mr. Ser里克!"

Lance said and stood up, "You can call the police, you can go to those politicians, or even go to other gangs or even assassins, but, my suggestion is, before doing these things, think carefully with your brains whether you can bear the consequences."

"If we have another meeting, I hope you are standing, not lying down!"

He walked to the door, and Gerald handed him the hat on the hanger. Lance pinched the hat, "Goodbye, gentlemen."

The group left as cleanly as they came. Ser里克 immediately stood up, his expression full of pain.

"Damn it, call me an ambulance..."

After coming out of the hotel, Lance asked the director to keep the film safe. The value of this thing actually lies not in the moment when it is finally exposed.

But it is hidden in some unknown corner, just as people often say, the gun that has not been fired is the most threatening.

The film that has not been used is the most terrifying.

Lance ordered a few young people to stay here, "You are with the crew, maybe you can show your face in the movie or something."

"In short, if someone causes trouble, f*ck them hard."

"If you can't beat them, call us..."

He walked to Gerald's side, "Next time you encounter trouble, call me earlier, we are all brothers!"

Gerald hugged him, "Yes, we are all brothers."

Lance patted him on the shoulder and let Gerald let go of himself, "If someone comes to trouble you, push everything to me."

He pressed on Gerald's shoulder, "Work hard, I look forward to the day you become a big star..."

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

How can a socialite let two lackeys know about his terrible affair?

Not to mention one who took the beating with him, and the other who beat him, he will definitely find a way to shut these two people up.

Hopefully, his actions will be clean and efficient...

After a relaxing business trip, Ervin told him upon returning to Goldport City that Leni (manager of the Ligee Agriculture Group's Goldport City branch) had called him several times.

Lance returned the call.

"Mr. Lance?"

"Yes, did your discussions yield a good result?"

One could hear that Leni's voice from the receiver was full of apologies and regret, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Lance, but Bridge is a commissioner dispatched by headquarters, and it's difficult for me to change his decision."

"He's determined to have the company's legal department sue you, so... you must prepare to respond to the lawsuit."

"To be honest, I privately advised him, but he expressed strong dissatisfaction with the contract we've signed. However, if you're willing to make some concessions..."

"He is willing to represent the company and re-sign a new supply and sales contract with you for two hundred and fifty-five yuan..."

Lance actually knew they would do this, "So, this is the final news you're bringing me, is that right?"

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid so."

Lance directly rejected his proposal, "No need to talk, I'm disappointed in your integrity."

Leni never took this kind of "attack" seriously. He had heard much harsher and more varied insults.

As a super agricultural conglomerate with a monopoly, even though everyone was technically a federal citizen, he just felt a bit more noble than ordinary people.

"Then, Mr. Lance, you'd better find a qualified lawyer. If you lose the lawsuit, you might not get a single penny and will have to pay us a large sum in compensation."

Lance didn't give him a pleasant look, although he also knew that the decision on this matter rested with the company's headquarters, "I hope you can still laugh in the future."

After speaking, he hung up the phone. Leni looked at Bridge sitting next to him, "He refused, you heard it."

Now, most of the contracts have been settled, leaving only some more difficult characters.

Lance was one of them. To this day, Bridge didn't understand how Lance could be so firm. The price of grapes was bound to skyrocket!

Unless he had received some inside information, or as he suspected, had some behind-the-scenes dealings with certain people in the company.

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

But he was just a gang leader, did he understand what futures were?

Did he understand what finance was?

So, in the end, he still regarded it as a low-probability event. As for why Lance insisted on demanding five times the 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 time, he had settled 70% of Goldport City's contracts, which made the company's board of directors very satisfied with the results of his work.

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

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

In this one instance alone, he had "saved" the company at least ten million in losses. If they didn't give him some reward for such great merit, it would be too unreasonable.

The more it was like this, the more perfunctory his attitude was towards Lance, and even towards Leni, because these people didn't interest him.

He needed to focus on higher-level matters.

Leni looked at Bridge's appearance and curled his lips, a useful and ruthless tool.

But for the sake of being colleagues, he still reminded him, "This is Goldport City, the gang influence is very strong. You've offended a lot of people, so it's best to be careful when going out."

Bridge raised his head and glanced at Leni. He didn't know what he originally wanted to say, perhaps he changed his mind in the end, and finally said, "Thank you for the reminder," and then lowered his head and immersed himself in his work again.

It was past six in the evening when Leni glanced at Bridge, who was still working, and reminded him that it was time to get off work, but in exchange for the question, "You guys get off work so early?" he closed his mouth and left the office.

Bridge stayed in the office, busy until after eight o'clock, before finally stretching and ending his day's work.

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

He analyzed the price changes in the market, and referred to the intensity of the alcohol ban in Goldport City. He believed that the price of grapes might exceed four hundred yuan, instead of three hundred and fifty yuan.

Like other crops that can be used for winemaking, there would be a significant increase, at least double, and some may even be three or five times higher.

These were all the company's profits. If these profits were swallowed up, then before June, the company would be able to complete its projected profit target for the year, and the rest would be extra profit!

This would make Ligee's stock very popular in the market, thereby doubling the company's wealth value!

As for credibility?

When credibility is worthless to capitalists, they don't care about it. Only when its price is higher than money will they pay attention to it.

He wrote several pages of reports in a flamboyant manner, and then planned to fax them to the headquarters.

But when he noticed that it was already late, he realized that it was useless to fax it over at this time.

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

He didn't feel any fear because of this, but rather a kind of... a sense of power that he couldn't quite describe.

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

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

Senior partner!

He stood in front of the elevator waiting for it, humming a little tune.

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

Goldport City was actually a very nice place, with a rich nightlife, perfect for successful people like him.

After a busy day, about to become a senior partner in the company, it was time to find a place to relax.

"Mr. Bridge, would you like me to arrange a car to take you back?"

The manager in the lobby on the first floor took the initiative to greet him. As a commissioner, 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 as he was about to become impatient, the young man personally drove the car over.

"Mr. Bridge, the drivers have all left, so I'll personally drive you tonight. Where would you like to go?"

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 wines..."