The air seemed to freeze, Will's smile froze on his face, and the joy only remained for a moment.
Compared to him, Mike picked up his coffee and drank it lightly, with an expected calmness.
Will couldn't figure it out. After a moment of silence, he quickly tried to argue.
"Are you worried that the profits of this industry chain cannot be maintained for a long time? In fact, this is not a big problem. Once the price of alcohol drops, we will be able to get out, and by then we will have made a lot of money."<
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After listening to Will's story, Victor slowly shook his head, his expression calm, neither angry nor interested.
This kind of reaction is something Will doesn't want to see.
"Mr. Victor! I know that this gray industry will be rectified sooner or later, but now is undoubtedly not the best time to enter the market! I promise! Please believe me! Let me handle this matter! Didn't you say that as long as I find out?
If I have an opportunity to make money, will you give me shares?!"
When mentioning this matter, Will was both confident and impatient.
In the entire Renekton, Victor is probably the only one who can provide him with funds, and he must persuade this employer...
He doesn’t want to be a working-class person forever. He hopes to start his own business. He wants to fulfill his dream of racing like those entrepreneurs who have accumulated assets.
If it weren’t for chasing dreams, who would be willing to cross the sea in a boat to break the waves to seek a living?
"Mr. Victor, you have also said that it is a shame not to drink alcohol. If you insist that you only have one life, then what reason is there to follow the crowd?"
These words seemed to persuade Victor, and he frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look at Will.
"Will, have you been to a social gathering again recently?"
When Will heard this, his expression became stiff again.
He nodded slightly and admitted that he went out to attend a gathering of high-class people yesterday.
He did not report this action to Victor because the party was not as grand as a congressman's birthday party. It was just a very ordinary dance, and its influence was far less.
But even so, Victor still saw that he acted without authorization.
"Sorry..."
He lowered his head as if he had done something wrong.
As Victor fell silent, Will thought for a long time and gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, I was once again looked down upon by the businessmen at that party..."
"So you are fighting for dignity?" Victor said.
"Part of it... When dealing with those guys, only wealth can impress them..."
Victor closed his eyes slightly and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his hand.
At the last Congressman's birthday party, Will was ridiculed by the Huimin Chamber of Commerce, and later humiliated by Di Leo. He has a strong self-esteem, and it is understandable that he wants to gain dignity by increasing his worth.
Just...
Victor feels that there are many ways to improve one's own value, but people in this era, especially the middle-class "dream chasers" in Saigon, only pursue wealth crazily.
Money is like sea water. The more you drink, the thirstier you become. There is never a moment of satisfaction.
Immigrants in the past were pioneers, they were pioneers, but their desire for wealth led to robbery and killing. Too many people did all kinds of inhumane things for money.
Just like Thomas Cornwall, the Native Emperor of Missouri... When he first made his fortune, he sent countless people to hell.
The pursuit of money has become the original driving force of human beings, and few people can overcome vanity and the desire to show off.
Sighing, Victor put down his hand.
"Have you really thought about it? Are you going to do this?"
"Some opportunities are only available in this life, Mr. Victor. Missing them is more unacceptable than failure..." Will's heart was beating fast and his cheeks had become hot and red.
Victor rubbed his fingers and finally replied: "I can lend you a thousand faraka to do this."
It was finally approved, and Will was so happy that he almost cheered.
However, Victor added another sentence.
"But we have to sign a contract, and we need to contact professionals to witness it. This money is regarded as my personal investment in you. No matter how you use it or what kind of industry you buy, as long as there is profit, I will take half of it every year.
”
Half!?
Wilton was where he was. He felt that Victor had taken too much profit. You should know that except for this money, Victor actually didn't have to do anything.
However, without the money, Will could not do anything, so in the end he gritted his teeth and agreed to Victor's suggestion.
Immediately afterwards, Will asked Mike for help. He first drafted a draft of the contract. After both parties confirmed it, he went to find a professional lawyer or witness to revise the formal contract.
Looking at Will's cheerful look, Victor always felt a sense of discomfort in his heart.
After revising it twice in a row, Will handed the draft of the contract to Victor for review for the third time.
Glancing at the handwriting on the draft, Victor felt that it was almost done, and said softly to him: "Many things in the world are dazzling but worthless. Although I am willing to support you this time, you should not always put yourself in front of the public.
On the scale, everyone follows their lead."
What this means is, don’t follow the people of Sai country in worshiping money. In fact, in Victor’s view, as long as the income can lead to a comfortable and well-off life, it is enough.
However, Will's views are obviously different from Victor's on this point.
"I understand your worries, sir, but I promise not to let this money go to waste. Trust me! I will definitely bring you a profit of more than 1,000 French cards per year!"
Will obviously didn't understand what he meant, and Victor looked at him: "Okay... but please remember, not everyone can become famous, and most people are destined to find the meaning of life only in the daily bits and pieces.
."
……
After finishing the matter tonight, the formal contract aspect will be left to Will to contact the lawyer. Victor will have an early rest and prepare to go to De Gaulle's detective agency the next day to check out the situation.
After a day's vacation, there has indeed been new progress on De Gaulle's side.
He got up early at home and waited for Victor to visit.
As soon as he knocked on the door, Victor was dragged into the house by de Gaulle.
"Well done! Vladimir! Come here quickly and show you what I got?"
As he spoke, De Gaulle moved over the blackboard covered with scrawled handwriting.
Then, he threw a form on the tea table.
"What do you want to show me?"
Victor raised his eyebrows curiously.
"Post Office Records..."
De Gaulle excitedly explained the clues he had found.
"My friend at the police station helped me find this. Mr. Parker sends a letter to this address every once in a while."
De Gaulle pointed to an address on the form—515 Swan Avenue, Wading District.
After Victor took a look, he didn't think there was anything strange.
"The general manager works at the Villa. Is there any problem with writing a letter home?"
"But this is not his home." De Gaulle's eyes flashed with a hint of slyness, "His home is not in the city of Recton."
"Uh? How do you know?" Victor was stunned.
De Gaulle pointed to another address: "This is his home. His wife and children live in the Red Ridge Mountains outside the city. In the town over there, Parker is considered a celebrity in the local area because he works for the Berkeley family.
."
It turned out that de Gaulle used clues provided by the police station to investigate two addresses where Parker often sent letters.
Where his family lives can be easily deduced through these clues, but after such a comparison, Swan Avenue seems very ambiguous.
Logically speaking, Parker should not have any long-term relationship with that place.