Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1379, Section 1366: Victory Settlement (Part Four)

"Hmm?" Old John became even more nervous.

Last time, Luo Yihang was like this, telling a bunch of scary stories.

It's all a mix of truth and lies, a complete deception.

He actually believed it, and was so scared that he ran away, losing all face.

After returning home, I was subjected to a lot of open and covert ridicule, which is partly why I was forced to come here for negotiations this time.

Old John knew this trip wouldn't be easy.

Sure enough, Luo Yihang started telling stories again.

He was tapping the revised document with his fingers, a bright smile on his face.

"To give you an example, just an example," Luo Yihang emphasized again, "For example, if someone stole my bottom line and offered much better terms than what you signed back, what do you think would happen?"

Luo Yihang emphasized the word "bottom price".

Swish!
Old John made all the connections.

They wield considerable power, dealing with issues like mistresses and maximizing profits, demanding a resolution.

And... betrayal.

“Nothing will happen. Stop testing us. Our trust is beyond your comprehension.” Old John feigned composure, even cracking a joke. “Besides, Luo, who could possibly steal anything from you? You’re not just making up a joke, are you?”

But the flicker in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts.

"Is there really that much trust? No factions? No conflicts? That's wonderful." Luo Yihang clapped his hands and applauded him.

But there was no hint of congratulations; the tone was full of sarcasm.

Then he raised his eyebrows and said, “This isn’t an impenetrable fortress; there are always loopholes. Maybe some capable young man will overcome many difficulties and, with a bit of luck, manage to get his hands on it? I can assure you, he is a loyal person who accomplished a great feat through his own efforts.”

"As for the candidate..." Luo Yihang drawled, then suddenly looked at Old John and quickly blurted out a name, "How about Glenn Meeker?"

Along with the name, there is also a trace of Qingyin Gong (a type of martial art).

This Glenn Meeker is the lead that Uncle Li uncovered; he is a senior partner at Blackstone.

However, all indications suggest that his status is not quite the same as that of an ordinary senior partner.

Further investigation revealed that the lead had run dry and become a useless clue.

This is a good starting point for discussion.

Old John's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out instinctively, "Glen Meeker is my man."

After saying that, old John shut his mouth tightly.

Her lips were pressed so tightly together that they lost all color.

Wow, there's an unexpected surprise!

Luo Yihang's expression remained unchanged, and he chuckled softly, "Your people are fine too."

"Do you think if your people find out about this, they'll tell you directly, or they'll make good use of it?"

“Your organization is almost finished. Everyone has their own place. If you don’t move, there’s no place for him.”

Do you think he only found out one thing?

Every word is heartbreaking.

Old John sneered and shook his finger. "Luo, give up your petty thoughts. It's utterly boring."

"Boring?" Luo Yihang shrugged. "I think it's quite interesting. Exploring some possibilities, you know."

Then, leaning forward, she casually asked, "Besides, do you think I'm stupid?"

Old John shook his head. "Luo, you're a smart man."

“Yes, that’s right.” Luo Yihang admitted proudly, then smiled, “So do you think I would just tell you who it is? I’m not stupid.”

Old John's expression changed.

Luo Yihang then added, "What if in a couple of days the loyal Glenn Meek tells you he stole my trump card? What would you do then?"

"You!" Old John was truly out of his depth this time.

Which statement is true?
Which statement is false?
Could the fake be a way to hide the real one?

Will it be mistaken for a fake if it's real?

What if they're all fake?
What if... it's all true?
It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake; it's all very confusing.

It's all shrouded in mystery.

But old John didn't dare to gamble.

So, I decided, "I won't believe anything."

Luo Yihang had anticipated this response, so he chuckled and shook his finger. "What you think isn't important; what matters is what others think, what the rest of your organization thinks."

Old John's eyes then turned cold.

Holy crap, that's ruthless.

Unfortunately. Luo Yihang was also prepared and told another story.

This time it's especially detailed.

“Your relative’s account will receive one or more sums of money, which are not small amounts, but you definitely won’t be interested in them.”

"The source of this money is secretive, but not entirely secretive either. Anyone with a keen eye can find out that you transferred it yourself."

"However, those who are more observant will discover that there is another secret involved."

Old John frowned, about to speak.

Luo Yihang interrupted him first.

His smile held a hint of amusement.

“A fool would discover the first layer: you’ve been framed.”

"Smart people will discover the second layer: you're directing and acting yourself."

"A truly intelligent person will discover the third layer and think they know the truth."

At this point, Luo Yihang paused for a moment, his smile growing even brighter.

Are the people over there smart or stupid?

"It doesn't matter, anything is fine. The question is, will they investigate you?"

"Isn't it interesting, John?"

Old John's expression changed instantly, and he stared at Luo Yihang with a sinister look.

But my body involuntarily shivered.

Sigh, he's quite old and still doesn't know how to study.

You said if you put in more effort and learned to observe qi, wouldn't you not have this problem?
Oh, you don't know how to cultivate immortality?

That also means they don't like to study.

Luo Yihang gently pushed his document in front of Old John.

"On one side is yourself, on the other is the organization. Please give your answer, John."

Old John's face was a mixture of emotions, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot.

Pick up the pen and sign your name.

He then threw down his pen, looking completely exhausted.

I am more important than myself.

They're just being stubborn and talking nonsense about trust and unity.

I refuse to believe that a secret organization doesn't have factions.

Luo Yihang picked up the signed document, tidied it up, and put it back next to Old John without taking it away.

This item has no legal effect, and this kind of transaction does not require legal protection.

Luo Yihang then stood up.

He glanced at Old John one last time, and said casually, "Brother John, nothing beats a dictatorship. Just say the word, and I'll sell everything I own to get you to the top."

This statement seems like a joke.

But how do you know it's not genuine?

Old John stood there blankly, expressionless, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

However, under Luo Yihang's observation of the aura, most of the black clouds representing malice dissipated.

Luo Yihang left the room with a smile...
-
There were already people waiting outside the door.

He nodded to Luo Yihang as he came out.

He immediately rushed in, his face lighting up with joy.

Before even sitting down, he began, "Mr. John, Bunge's cargo terminal in Santos, Brazil, has been having some operational difficulties lately due to reduced exports. Are you interested in selling some of his non-performing assets...?"

There are many similar people in the outer reception room.

Everyone was overjoyed to see Luo Yihang come out.

The teeth that were faintly visible in his smile seemed to gleam with a cold light...

A loss in one moment can lead to a loss for a lifetime.

Luo Yihang pried open the outer shell; Old John is probably going to be ripped off.

Luo Yihang felt very relieved and had no guilt whatsoever.

They deserve it all...

(End of this chapter)