After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 684 Harris, the Enlightened One of Dragon Field
This day was a celebration for casual fans and a victory for gamblers.

All online platforms have become places to show off, with posts ranging from a few hundred yuan to hundreds of thousands of yuan, and all kinds of bragging posts emerging one after another.

As time went on, the incident escalated to the point that the authorities were forced to intervene and strictly order all major platforms to restrict such information.

It's hard to say who won or lost in this covert contest between Lu Liang and Su Shimin, but once the news spread, it was clear that Lu Liang didn't win.

"It's best to avoid doing things like this in the future."

Lu Liang sighed, put away his phone, and ended his call with Yang Zhenyuan.

Old Yang called, saying that his personal account needed to be temporarily suspended to prevent the spread of information from the source, so as to prevent netizens who had tasted the sweetness from stepping into the abyss of gambling.

"Finally, someone can punish you." Xiao Wang breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling extremely happy.

"Didn't you want to go back?" Lu Liang's eyes were unfriendly.

"Let's go from here."

Xiao Wang chuckled and left with the black girl. He was quite satisfied with her and planned to take her away for a second time.

The villa, which was bustling with activity last night, is now empty except for Lu Liang and Camilla.

"Honey, let's go for a drive."

Camilla suddenly pulled out a key with a Dodge logo.

She had just taken a stroll through the garage and discovered a high-performance American muscle car that she really liked.

The top-of-the-line black Hellcat features a V8 engine, renowned for its powerful performance and distinctive sound.

"I'm waiting for someone."

Lu Liang sat alone at the bar, gazing at the sea.

Just then, a yellow taxi stopped at the entrance, and Lu Liang received a call from the security personnel.

“Let him in.” He turned his head and lightly patted Camilla’s shapely buttocks. “Go take a walk, I need to talk to you about something.”

"Okay, remember to call me when you're done talking." Camilla cupped Lu Liang's right cheek and kissed his left cheek.

Shaking her car keys, she took small, joyful steps, like a queen inspecting her territory, as she headed to the garage.

She had just left when Harris walked in.

Lu Liang glanced up, then looked down and continued fiddling with the bar counter: "What would you like to drink?"

"A glass of ice water will do, sir."

Harris was extremely respectful.

The suit Lu Liang wore was a little tight on him, but it accentuated his physique and highlighted the advantages of his large white frame, making him look very powerful.

"Don't you drink?" Lu Liang looked him up and down, a smile playing on his lips, quite pleased with his own judgment.

Harris shook her head: "I won't drink anymore."

Two years ago, he was the youngest banker in New York, and even in the entire United States.

Financial terms and numbers become sharp swords between his lips, each transaction like a death sentence for his opponent.

He was surrounded by flattery, and no one dared to go against his ideas; those who did were severely punished.

After a few bottles of wine, he became incredibly bloated.

He believed that the world should submit to him and that he was the king of the world.

Until that night, I tasted the bitter fruit.

Back then, there were two candidates for the position of deputy branch manager at the Queens branch: him and Rogers.

Although Harris emerged victorious from that competition to become the youngest vice president in Citibank's history, he never knew when to stop.

Whenever they meet, he provokes and angers the other person. Many times in the past, the other person did not dare to talk back and just silently endured it.

But that time, perhaps he had been holding back for too long, because the other party dared to talk back. Harris was furious and directly ordered his subordinates to beat the other party so badly that he would have to live with a urinary catheter for the rest of his life.

As he was also an employee of Citibank, the headquarters did not protect him, and even if he spent all his wealth, he could not avoid imprisonment.

At first, Harris naively thought that with his talent, this experience would only make his life more legendary. It wasn't until he stepped into prison, losing his freedom and hope, that he truly realized what had happened.

The experience in prison was unbearable to recall; it was like throwing a naked girl into an Indian slum.

After his release from prison, he felt abandoned by the world. Former friends and lovers avoided him like the plague, looking at him as if he were something dirty.

Today, Harris no longer regrets whether he was on drugs or drinking too much.

He only knew that he had one last chance, and he would never touch those two things again.

Lu Liang smiled. Having read Harris's file, he naturally understood why Harris wanted to quit drinking. He handed him a glass of ice water and picked up the contract Harris had brought.

He looked at the three contracts, all stamped with settlement certificates, and laughed, "Tell me, how did you get them back?"

“I made a lot of friends in prison, including Italians and blacks. I paid them some money to help me look after some of the kids, while I went to their companies to ask their fathers to pay back the loans.”

Harris slowly recounted how he cherished this opportunity and used every connection he had to make to deliver a perfect performance.

"Won't such a blatant threat leave any leverage for others to use against you?" Lu Liang asked with a smile.

“My friend just casually sent me a few selfies, but the creditors accidentally saw them.” Harris’s lips curled up, revealing a long-lost smile.

Lu Liang's question shows that he did the right thing.

Lu Liang didn't care what methods were used; he only cared about whether the matter was handled cleanly.

"Are all three done in the same way?" Lu Liang asked again.

“Only two succeeded, the two in New York, and the last one was a complete jerk who didn’t care about his family at all,” Harris said.

"So how was the last one resolved?"

“I hired Draper Research Company and spent some money to buy all the personnel information of that company.”

Harris paused for a few seconds, then said, "Just because the boss is a jerk who doesn't care about his family doesn't mean his subordinates are too."

He followed the same method and found a family-loving financial director, only needing him to provide the financial details of the past quarter.

The other party had no reason to refuse and even accepted a sports car worth $80,000 afterward.

Harris used the financial details to find several tax-deductible incomes that the company had deliberately concealed, and then went to find the company's owner again.

The negotiation went very smoothly, and he handed over the late payment fees along with the payment, because he provided a solution on how to better circumvent the IRS investigation.

American bankers spend their lives fighting against two types of people: their peers and competitors are secondary; the IRS is their number one enemy.

Small companies have limited vision and can only use clumsy methods to hide things, but Citibank is one of the top banks in the United States, and the methods they use are so sophisticated that even if the IRS investigates for three days and three nights, they will not be able to find out.

Because all channels are legitimate and all procedures are legal.

The federal government has fifty states, and each state has its own laws.

The IRS treats different tax points in different states, which gives them room to maneuver.

"It has both broad and detailed aspects, and it's been done quite well."

Lu Liang clapped his hands, a satisfied smile on his face, and extended his hand, saying, "Mr. Harris, on behalf of Delime, I formally hire you as a consultant for our bank."

Harris, suppressing his excitement, quickly stood up and extended his right hand: "Sir, it is my honor."

"Not even listening to the benefits and compensation? That's not the behavior of a qualified banker," Lu Liang said with a smile.

Harris, with a serious expression, bowed deeply: "This is my last chance, and it is a gift from you, sir."

He used this to express his attitude: without Lu Liang, he would not have been able to be reborn.

Lu Liang suddenly smiled happily: "The annual salary is tentatively set at five hundred thousand US dollars, an apartment in New York, and a luxury car."

He patted Harris on the shoulder: "This is just the beginning. What you have lost and what you don't have before, you will have in the future."

"Thank you, sir. I will not let you down. I will become the sharpest blade in your hands, tearing apart all obstacles in your path."

Harris looked serious, his right middle and index fingers together, his ring and little fingers together, and his thumb spread out in front of his chest.

This gesture represents the Hebrew letter "", signifying an oath in the name of God, under which those who break it will be condemned to eternal damnation.

(End of this chapter)