But after it was bought, Yigol Novak had to bear the costs of everything related to this community.
Then, he leased the building to this greasy man, who paid all the related expenses and gave Yigol a portion of the rent. Subsequent profits belonged to the greasy man.
The rent and profit were determined by the proportion of the income, and it was also determined according to the market situation.
Every three months, the greasy man wired money to Yigol's card and gave him an account statement.
Of course, Yigol didn't like to worry about it and was too lazy to look at it.
Although the house was used and managed by the greasy man, everything had to be done according to the rules.
Now, since the greasy man broke the rules of the game, he must pay the corresponding price.
Yigol glanced at the greasy man: "Where is your uncle?"
"He, he might be at the property management company, or possibly, maybe …"
Property management company?
That is the greasy man's uncle's modus operandi, by all accounts, the property management company should not be able to make such moves.
Of course, if the tenants allow it, that's another matter.
Obviously, the greasy man wanted to shift responsibility and fob off Yigol.
Perhaps this was planned from the beginning.
Yigol was not a kind-hearted person. If he wanted to play with fire, he had to be prepared to face the consequences.
Yigol looked indifferently at the greasy man: "What delusion makes you think I'm easy to deceive?"
"Is it what people often say, that rich people are fools? The reason I have not intervened is because of my trust in you. I don't want to worry about these things, nor do I want to ask."
"You probably saw that and tried to pull this off, right?"
"You are very smart. I just happened to come by today when I had nothing to do, and I was surprised. The contract is about to expire, and you haven't contacted me yet. You were waiting for me here."
"When you make enough money, you leave. Even if I find out, the contract has already expired, and I can't do anything about it, right? I have to clean up the mess myself?"
"If you come to me for a contract, I might come because I haven't been here for so many years. When the contract hasn't expired, it's not easy for you to end it with me, is it?"
The greasy man's face turned uglier and uglier as Yigol went on.
"No, no, Mr. Novak. That's not it."
"Everything I told you earlier is true. As for not coming to you, it was because I was discussing with my colleagues about giving you more profits. After all, times have changed, and prices are rising. I was planning to contact you tomorrow."
"We've come to a conclusion, Mr. Novak. We'll reduce the rate by another five points..." The greasy man's voice was trembling, obviously, he was bluffing with a weak foundation.
"Five points?" Yigol smiled and said, "After that, do you expect the tenants to pay for those few points several times over? In the end, you raise my rent so high that no one can afford it and then leave without a care?"
The buildings that the System gave him were in excellent geographical locations, surrounded by various large companies suitable for white-collar workers, and great educational resources, making them a good choice for many families.
With these comparative resources, even if they were a little dissatisfied with the rent, they had to grit their teeth and persist.
If the tenants couldn't bear it and caused trouble, the greasy man could also directly lay blame on Yigol.
Rent alone is not small, with more than a thousand tenants combined, how much money does that amount to?
With all the miscellaneous expenses, this greasy man is making a fortune.
As for himself, he didn't get any benefits and even had to carry some of the blame.
"No, no, no, I never thought of doing that. How could I dare to do that?" The greasy man almost knelt down to Yigol.
"I thought you were very bold. Is there anything you wouldn't dare to do?" Yigol sneered.
"Tell me, how much money have you made these years?" Yigol asked, "You can also lie about it. I'll verify it."
"Three...over three hundred dollars." The greasy man stammered.
"Really?" Yigol swept his piercing gaze over the greasy man.
"Two...twenty million dollars." The greasy man shuddered and said honestly.
Yigol was shocked. This bastard, in just three or four years, made so much money. All the hard-earned money was taken without mercy.
"Just this community, or all of them?" Yigol asked again.
"Yes, all the houses combined." The greasy man replied with his head lowered.
"Just 20 million dollars?" If it's just one community, 20 million dollars would be about right. But obviously, it's not, so it could only be more.
"No, not 20 million dollars. It's 50 million dollars." The greasy man said and secretly wiped his sweat.
"My uncle and I together should have made sixty or seventy million dollars."
Yigol sighed, took a deep breath and said, "Anyway, you can talk to the police about whatever you want to say. As for me, I've always been law-abiding, and they will give me an explanation."
Afterward, Yigol clapped his hands, and several police officers sprang out, immediately subduing the greasy man.
By the time the greasy man reacted and wanted to escape, it was too late. He could only beg for mercy.
But the law is the law, and tens of millions dollars in financial fraud can't be settled with just a few pleas for mercy.
In fact, the greasy man had long expected the day he'd be discovered by Yigol. He thought that if Yigol found out, he'd just give him more money to solve it.
But he didn't expect Yigol to take it so seriously, not giving him any room to maneuver.
"Mr. Novak, we already understand the general details of this situation. We will conduct a deeper investigation, and we hope that your lawyer will cooperate with us at that time." The leader said to Yigol.
Yigol nodded: "Of course, I will talk to them. As long as you need it, they will cooperate."
"You all heard what the bastard just said. He said that he and his uncle earned about sixty or seventy million dollars, and there's no doubt there's more than that. You should investigate carefully."
The police officer nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Novak."
All the staff members were invigorated. This was a big case. If they did well, they'd be on the path for promotions and pay raises, and there would be a sense of accomplishment in handling such a big case.
After everything was settled, Yigol sat on his electromobile and suddenly fell silent. He felt like he was dreaming.
He remembered that before, he had to go out to work in the sun and wind for three or four thousand dollars. Now he has the capital for others to take advantage of him and make sixty or seventy million dollars?
Thinking about it, he took out a cigarette and started smoking.