Wesley had an elusive smile on his face, and the index finger of his right hand tapped the table gently, as if waiting for the man kneeling in front of him to say something to him.
The Asian man kneeling in front of him finally spoke: "I really have no money to continue to repay. Sir, over the years, I have worked hard in the securities industry. I paid back my godfather's thousand dollars two years ago."
Ten thousand US dollars in capital, and twenty-three million US dollars in interest...but you still haven't let me go in the past two years..."
"Cui Zhijing, I think you have really forgotten your roots." Wesley sneered: "When your godfather gave you ten million dollars, you had nothing. He trusted you so much. Do you think the interest of twenty-three million dollars is enough?
?Besides, I remember two years ago, when you paid back the money, the godfather only recovered the principal of 10 million US dollars, and he said that you can keep it for the interest."
Hearing this, Cui Zhijing became a little emotional: "That's what the godfather said at the time! But he didn't say that he would continue to charge me interest on this money!"
Snap! Wesley slapped the table hard: "Are you talking loudly to me? I'm so snappy. Boss Cui, you have to think clearly, but you owe us money. I don't owe you money."
Seeing Wesley's serious face, how could Cui Zhijing dare to make a mistake when the other party had so many guns pointed at his head.
"Do you think Godfather gave you the 23 million US dollars back then for nothing? Have you ever thought about what we do?" Wesley said: "We are in business, Godfather is not a philanthropist! This money
Of course there must be interest! The godfather will continue to use it for you, so he thinks highly of you!"
"But the interest rate is too high, right?" Cui Zhijing said without any confidence: "I have already repaid hundreds of millions of dollars for these two to three million dollars, and now you want to ask me for so much money to settle it all at once.
I really don’t have that much money.”
Wesley sneered: "If you sell the company and all your fixed assets, you won't be able to raise enough money."
"Then I'll have nothing!" Choi Ji-kyung exclaimed.
"Didn't you have nothing back then?" Wesley snorted: "What? You are used to the life of a rich man and don't want to be a poor man anymore? Then go back to your homeland, North Korea. This is New York, where the weak will eat the strong! It's not you.
In Jiangnan District, just a fat guy can make over 100 million yuan by dancing on horseback!"
Cui Zhijing was afraid. He was afraid that he would become a person with nothing: "Mr. Wesley, can you give me another chance and leave some for me so that I can continue to borrow money? Just treat it like I returned the money to my godfather, and then borrowed it again."
Give it to me, okay?"
Wesley raised his head and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! Cui Zhijing, I just said that the godfather is not a philanthropist. You are not what you used to be. Cui Zhijing, back then you had the ability and drive. There is a trend that must rise on Wall Street.
Ming Liwan's ruthlessness! That's why the godfather admires you and takes a fancy to you, knowing that lending you the money will not be in vain."
"I can do it now, I really can. Please, Mr. Wesley, please tell your godfather, I won't let him down!" Cui Zhijing knelt on the ground and moved forward two steps, but was immediately stopped by
The pistols raised by the people around him were forced to stop.
"Now?" Wesley smiled disapprovingly: "What do you think you have now? You are no longer the aggressive Cui Zhijing back then. Since you were swallowed up by the huge pressure of Wall Street, you will do anything for money, huge
The pressure makes you breathless, and you can only relieve the huge pressure in your heart through marijuana, methamphetamine, and various heroins..."
Cui Zhijing was stunned. He had been addicted to drugs for more than a year. Over the past year, his drug addiction had almost doubled every month.
Wesley put away his smile: "Do you think we don't know what state you are in now? Cui Zhijing, while your family property is still enough to repay the money and it has not been ruined by your drug addiction, it is better to return it to your godfather earlier.
Otherwise, your life may not wait until your next drug addiction attacks."
Cui Zhijing was almost paralyzed.
Wesley was right. Randolph was definitely not a philanthropist. He lent money to Cui Zhijing only when he knew there was a profit to be made. If Cui Zhijing could always maintain himself as a money-making machine, maybe he would also be absorbed by Randolph.
Be a backbone member of the Gambino family.
But unfortunately, Choi Ji-kyung was so oppressed by the huge pressure from Wall Street that he could not adjust himself, and he embarked on the road of drug abuse.
Once he embarks on this road of no return, his whole life will be ruined. Randolph cannot believe that his money can be doubled if he invests it in the hands of a drug addict. The Gambino family's biggest business is
Smuggling drugs in Latin America, so he knows exactly what happens to people who take drugs.
Rather than letting Cui Ji-kyung lose his family, company and all his money to drugs, it would be better to hand them all over to him now. Let this man, who although capable, cannot withstand the temptation of the world and the huge pressure of Wall Street, re-
Become a pauper with nothing.
Maybe his life should be like this!
Wesley pushed a piece of contract in front of Cui Zhijing: "After signing this contract, everything you have will be transferred to our name, including all your deposits and fixed assets. Because you are leaving New York and returning to your North Korea. Understand.
What do I mean?"
After a pause, Wesley continued: "If you don't sign, then don't blame me for being rude to you now."
After that, Wesley grabbed a gun from his subordinate and put it directly on Cui Zhijing's head: "You know, I can really kill people."
Cui Zhijing's mind went blank. Without thinking about anything at all, he signed his name on the paper Wesley pushed to him. He didn't even look at what the "contract" was.
When Cui Zhijing finished writing, Wesley's face finally showed a satisfied smile: "Boss Cui, this is your will, do you want to take another look at it?"
Will? What do you mean? Cui Zhijing's mind went blank. He looked up at Wesley almost blankly. Wesley stood up unhurriedly, walked to Cui Zhijing, took out a white square handkerchief from his pocket, and gently
covered Choi Ji Kyung's face.
Cui Zhijing knew that he would not be able to escape whatever was going to happen.
Wesley put the pistol between Cui Zhijing's eyebrows through the handkerchief, and gently pulled the trigger! After the gunshot, the towel covering Cui Zhijing's face began to be slowly soaked with blood, and the wall wallpaper on the back of Cui Zhijing's head
On the top, there were traces of spurting blood.
Wesley returned the pistol to his men and said calmly: "I will change the wallpaper on the wall immediately tonight and drag the body back to his house to create the illusion of suicide. Be careful not to leave any evidence. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Several of his subordinates nodded.
After saying that, Wesley picked up the will signed by Cui Zhijing and said to himself: "I didn't expect that this kid could make his godfather such a large sum of money before he died. Hahaha, there will be more people like this here in the future.
Wall Street is even better."
Just when Wesley thought everything was fine, the door to the office was pushed open, and a man and a woman walked in one after another. The man had a weird smile on his face, while the woman had a cold and ruthless face.
However, I have to say that this woman has good looks and can be called a perfect oriental beauty.
Everyone in the room also raised their pistols, ready to attack at any time. After all, the first feeling these two uninvited guests gave them was that "they came with bad intentions"!