After Lance left, Mr. Jobaf's assistant came over immediately, and the former handed the wine glass in his hand to the latter.
His assistant looked at the wine glass in his hand and felt Mr. Jobaf's mood change, and asked softly, "Didn't the deal come to an agreement?"
He shook his head. "He thinks 15 percent is too little."
The assistant couldn't help but exclaimed, "Fifteen percent is less?"
"If he knew that all the debts added up to nearly $200,000, would he still think that the amount was too little?"
A debt of 200,000 yuan, at 15%, is 30,000 yuan. Many people don't even have 300 yuan in cash, let alone 30,000 yuan.
This is an irresistible fortune, at least the assistant feels that if he has the ability, he cannot refuse this temptation.
Mr. Jobaf glanced at his assistant and said with some anger in his tone, "He wants 90 percent, but he still considers me an Imperial."
The assistant didn't know what to say. This was too arrogant!
Mr. Jobaf is not in a good mood. The bank is facing many problems now. The conflict between the indigenous people and immigrants manipulated by politicians is exacerbating the situation and the bank is heading in a bad direction.
Depositors are now facing some problems with their income. Many illegal immigrants have lost their jobs and they all need to withdraw the money they saved.
Although there has not yet been a run on the bank, the practice of constantly withdrawing money from the bank has made Mr. Jobaf uncomfortable.
What's even more distressing is that some people are still asking him for money.
Yes, they are asking for money, not borrowing it. Although these people will sign various contracts, they will never return the money they take.
For example, Mr. Williams' youngest son has taken 17,500 dollars from him.
Mr. Williams is a veteran councillor from Golden Harbour who has worked here for more than 20 years and has great prestige, especially in the eyes of the old federalists.
Even the mayor is not as influential as him in this city at certain times.
I met Mr. Jobaf at a capitalist exchange meeting. The two of us had a brief conversation, just like a normal social interaction. We exchanged business cards, smiled and said a few pleasantries, and then parted ways.
It was a very ordinary social interaction, but the next day, Mr. Williams' youngest son came to borrow 2,500 dollars.
Mr. Jobaf was eager to expand his upper-class connections in LOS City, and two thousand five hundred yuan was not a lot of money, and the other party was willing to sign, so he lent it to the other party.
Then it was five thousand, and then ten thousand.
When the little bastard came to him to borrow ten thousand dollars, he tried to refuse, but Mr. Williams's youngest son told him that there were rumors that Mr. Jobaf's bank was involved in money laundering, and he put an end to the rumors.
If Mr. jobaf doesn't want his bank and all his accounts investigated, he'd better know what he's doing.
Of course he knew what he was doing. He took out ten stacks of ten-dollar bills from the safe, put them in a paper bag, and handed it over.
He also had to put on a flattering smile to this young man who was more than 30 years younger than him, and express his sincere gratitude to him, after that little bastard had just blackmailed him!
There are many people like this here.
If only a few privileged people came here to ask for money, he could still tolerate it. What he could not tolerate was that some businessmen borrowed money in the name of these people, and the amount they borrowed was several thousand or even tens of thousands.
They will sign any contract, but they just won't pay back the money. There is no other way except to sue. But even if you sue and win, it is still difficult to get the money back.
He regarded the money he lent to the privileged class as thrown into the water or into the fire and had no intention of keeping it.
But he still wants to get back the money from those businessmen or ordinary people who borrowed money under the names of these people, which is about 220,000 yuan.
If Lance could get the money back, he would be willing to give the other party 33,000 yuan, but now Lance is only willing to give him 10%, which is 22,000 yuan. He is even more stingy than him!
For a moment he didn't know what to do.
If I keep it in my own hands, I will definitely not get back a penny and will have to spend a lot of money on litigation fees, or it will just sink.
If you contact the Camille Gang or other gangs, they cannot guarantee that you can get your money back, and you will have to spend about hundreds of thousands of dollars in recovery fees.
In fact, even if we get the money back, it would be at most tens of thousands of yuan. Some of it might not be recovered at all, or we might even lose hundreds of thousands of yuan and not get a single cent back.
It seems that only Lance's proposal is the most suitable. After all... he can get back 22,000 yuan.
Seeing Mr. Jobaf looking at the sky with some annoyance, the assistant could hardly close his mouth.
"You...you won't really agree to such harsh conditions?"
Mr. Jobaf shook his head slightly, "You don't understand."
"In fact, I had a feeling from the beginning that I would never get the money back. My current efforts are just the last try."
"What I actually want is for them to realize that my money is not so easy to take."
"It's just that the price he offered was beyond my expectations, and it was hard for me to accept."
If he doesn't let these people see his methods, they will just keep asking him to borrow money, and he will have no choice but to lend them.
In fact, he had already felt a little shaken at this time, but only a little.
If he accepted Lance's offer, it would make some other people see his weakness, which was a very difficult choice.
Lance didn't know that Mr. Jobaf had already become a little shaken. He quickly found Mr. Bolton in the crowd. He was standing on the edge of a small circle, looking like he wanted to join in but couldn't.
"Mr. Bolton," he called out, and Mr. Bolton came over immediately after seeing him.
"Good morning, nice to see you again, Mr. Lance. I heard you've been doing well recently?" He seemed very enthusiastic, as he was always doing towards his wealthy fellow countrymen.
"Not bad!" Lance shook his hand. "I was just talking to Gerald and wanted him to come over to help me with the work, but he seemed to say that he has to listen to you now?"
Mr. Bolton nodded immediately. "He doesn't have a federal permanent residence permit. He currently lives in our home and has a temporary residence permit based on our relationship."
"If he leaves us, there might be some trouble, so..."
"What do you plan to do with him? Although he can't leave now, you should know Rob. That's my son. He can also help you with the work. He is a smart young man. Everyone who knows him says he is very smart."
Lance made up an excuse, "I just started my own business, and I can only take out 35 yuan a month, and it involves a lot of heavy physical labour."
The expectation in Mr. Bolton's eyes quickly faded. "That's a pity. Rob's health is not very good. He has a tibia fracture. The doctor said he can't do heavy physical labour..."
"But this price can be found among those illegal immigrants who are willing to do anything."
"I just saw you chatting with Mr. Jobaf. You and Mr. Jobaf have a really good relationship. This is really enviable, Lance."
"Maybe you can bring me along next time you chat. I have some personal insights into finance..."
After saying goodbye to the annoying and unconscious Mr. Bolton, the morning party was almost over. The young people were very interested in the new jobs that Lance gave them. After all, there were not many such opportunities.
Most people in the empire just honestly find a job, then take a meager salary and hand over part of it to their families.
What they can keep for their own use may be only a few dollars each month.
If they can do well the tasks that Lance gives them, they may have a few dollars, or even a dozen or dozens of dollars, in their hands every month. This is very tempting for young people in their teens, 17, 18, or early twenties. After all, this is the age when their hormones are raging and they need money.
Sunday's "Golden Harbour Today" continued to mention the disadvantages of alcoholism. It seems that the state government is determined to join the prohibition alliance, and there are already some signs of this trend in the city.
Drink prices have started to rise in some bars and people are talking about these things.
If LOS City really starts to implement a prohibition on alcohol, it will be a very bad thing for many people. However, there are still many people who think that it is impossible for LOS City to implement a prohibition on alcohol.
Because this is one of the largest ports in the world, the consumption of sailors from all over the world here is also an important part of the city's income.
Even in Johnny's bakery, people were discussing this.
The bakery reopened, Johnny has been discharged from the hospital, and his medical insurance has reached its reimbursement limit. If he is hospitalized again, he will have to pay for it himself, and he has no money now.
Based on the apprentice's confession, the LOS Police Department has arrested the burglars, but unfortunately, of the more than one thousand yuan that was robbed, only a few dozen yuan are left.
The police officer in charge of the case said that when the gang was caught, they found a room full of strippers, countless alcoholic beverages and fine cigars.
But Johnny felt something was not right, and there was no better solution.
After returning to the bakery, he could not make bread himself because of fractures in both arms, and his daughter could not endure long-term heavy physical labour, so in the end the job fell on her boyfriend.
Although Johnny was not very happy about it, he still passed on the recipe and technique to his daughter's boyfriend.
The bakery just reopened on Sunday and a lot of people came immediately.
People were sympathetic to Johnny's situation, but also very enthusiastic, and they all liked the bread Johnny made.
After a busy lunch, Johnny looked at his daughter with eager eyes. His daughter impatiently took out the painkillers from his waist bag and said, "You should use less of this. The doctor told you so."
Johnny's temper suddenly became a little irritable at this time, "What you need to do is put it in my mouth instead of lecturing me!"
His daughter sighed and put the painkiller into his mouth. Johnny, who was originally irritable, quickly calmed down and even apologized to her for his previous temper.
"Johnny, it's like there's a devil living in these pills. You're a completely different person after taking them and before taking them!" his daughter complained.
At this moment, the door of the bakery was pushed open, and the bell hanging on the door frame rang. Johnny's daughter immediately said subconsciously, "We are temporarily closed. We will reopen after five o'clock."
But the visitor did not leave. Instead, he stood at the door and looked at them, "I'm not here to buy bread."
A police officer.
Johnny suddenly had a bad feeling because today was the first week of September...