Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 426: Encounter with the Golden-haired Old Man (reviewed last night)

Li You is also in the United States now.

He had just arrived in New York by plane.

The main purpose is to receive the award.

As someone who donated a large sum of US dollars to the victims of the terrorist attacks, Li You is certainly eligible to receive the award.

Of course, it is impossible for Americans to award Li You the Congressional Gold Medal and the Presidential Medal of Freedom, which are the highest honors that the United States can bestow on an individual.

But in addition to accepting the award, he will also participate in memorial activities and the ceremony where the U.S. Congress awards the Congressional Gold Medal to the victims of the terrorist attacks.

This is indeed an opportunity to make friends with many American celebrities.

After comprehensive consideration, Li You flew to the United States.

As night falls in the United States, the neon lights of New York begin to shine brightly, much more prosperous and beautiful than Seoul.

Li You and Mou Xianmin were sitting in a gorgeously decorated Western restaurant, surrounded by the rich aroma of red wine and delicacies.

The crystal chandelier reflected a dazzling light, and the gold-rimmed tableware sparkled in the candlelight. Li You was dressed in a suit, and every move revealed his calmness, while Mou Xianmin wore a simple evening gown.

They sat by the window and enjoyed a rich Western meal in soft lighting and romantic atmosphere.

The dining table was set with exquisite tableware and flowers, and the silver tableware gleamed softly in the candlelight.

The two talked in low voices and laughed happily from time to time. This was the first time for both of them to go abroad together.

The restaurant was filled with a strong musical atmosphere. A musician in a tuxedo was playing at the piano, his nimble fingers dancing on the keys. The melodious melody accompanied the sound of two people dining, slowly filling the entire space and making people intoxicated.

Through the window, you can see that New York outside is still bustling. You can even say that the night view of New York outside the window is flowing, and the hustle and bustle of traffic and people outside is reflected in the silver wine utensils.

Li You raised the wine glass slightly and gestured to Mou Xianmin. Their eyes met on the crystal clear glass, showing tacit understanding and deep affection.

Li You spoke quietly to Mou Xianmin, the content of their conversation gently masked by the chords of the piano music, and only occasional smiles and eye contact revealed that they were enjoying each other's company.

In fact, what they talked about was nothing, just trivial things.

"President Li?" Li You looked up and saw an old man with blond hair.

You can’t call him an old man, he is probably only in his fifties now.

Although Mou Xianmin was a little surprised, Li You recognized who this person was at a glance, but he was very curious about how this person knew him.

"It's President Li," the old man smiled slyly, then his expression remained unchanged and he said in a very strange tone, "Nice to meet you, President Li."

“Thank you for what you do for the people of New York.”

This person's history is complicated, but very telling.

In the early 1990s, the U.S. economy continued to decline and the real estate industry was sluggish. The old man's largest industry was his real estate company.

As a result, the real estate he owned began to depreciate, his income decreased, and even his personal assets fell from nearly $2 billion to $500 million.

The banks that supported him provided him with $65 million in new loans and credits, but the funding ultimately failed.

He was nearly $40 billion in debt nine months later.

At this time, the bank group that had lent him huge sums of money realized that once he declared bankruptcy, he would not only lose the interest, but might not even get his principal back, so the banks could only allow him to postpone paying part of the loan interest.

But in return, the bank will have to supervise the real estate under his control until he is able to repay his debts.

Just a few years later, the old man made a comeback.

While dealing with his debts, the blond old man continued to implement his own meticulous investment plan and was able to gradually recover the real estate under the supervision of the banking group.

Over two years, he paid off the main $9 million debt and minimized other business debts.

In the millennium, he also ran for President of the United States, but was unsuccessful.

He is also a famous three-surname man in American politics. At the beginning, he was a Democrat of the United States, and later became a member of the Republican Progressive Party of the United States.

The year before last, he switched to the Reform Party and participated in the millennium presidential election as a member of the Reform Party.

After losing the election, he joined the Democratic Party again this year.

"Mr. Willump," Li You nodded at him.

"Do you know me?" The golden-haired old man looked very happy.

"I just saw the movie you acted in."

“Not ‘Ghost in the Shell,’ huh?” Willump winked at him.

He made a cameo appearance in the movie "Ghost in the Shell", which lasted only 20 seconds, but he was named the Worst Supporting Actor at the Golden Raspberry Awards.

"It's Home Alone," Li You smiled.

"I heard that President Li is also in the real estate business," Willump chuckled, "You can come visit my building when you have time."

He blinked. "This is the tallest building in all of Manhattan."

Li You smiled and nodded, not moved by the old man's hellish joke.

The building he bought is indeed the tallest in Manhattan now, since the Twin Towers were knocked down.

"You know him?" Mou Xianmin was a little surprised and glanced at Willump who was walking away. "He looks like a sharp-mouthed character from a cartoon."

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"He's an American real estate tycoon," Li You sat back down, "We didn't have much contact before."

Mou Xianmin nodded, "Is there any procedure for receiving the award tomorrow? For example, a speech?"

"No," Li You smiled. "I got this small award by donating money. I'm not an American. I have to get down from the stage after I get it. How can I give a speech?"

"The real highlight is when officials, on behalf of Congress, present the victims with the Congressional Gold Medal."

Suriname the next morning.

Jeon Yo-hwan was wearing a large, open shirt and slurping the pasta on the plate with big mouthfuls, regardless of his eating manners.

David Park was reporting the situation. "Even if we mobilize our believers to increase exports to Europe within a safe range, it will take at least another year to process the remaining one ton."

He had the appropriate look on his face and said the same things he had said last night.

"Can we deliver the goods to the European mafia?" Jeon Yo-hwan slurped the noodles frantically.

"I gave the quotes to a few of them, but they have basically signed direct sales agreements with the Cali Group," Park David shook his head. "Even if we reach a cooperation agreement with them, we will still get into trouble with the Cali Group." Quan Yaohuan snorted coldly. "This morning, Colombia called. They have heard about the situation in Brazil and are beginning to worry. They keep asking what to do with their money and are starting to bother me."

He took a few final bites of noodles, finished all the noodles on the plate, picked up the napkin to wipe his mouth, and a waiter beside him poured him some clear mouthwash.

Bian Jitae behind him lit the cigar for him in advance.

Jeon Yo-hwan put the mouthwash in his mouth, spit it out after rinsing his mouth, and then took the lit cigar in his mouth, "There may be a way."

Park David was secretly delighted. He knew that Jeon Yo-hwan was talking about Chen Zhen's side, but he was still confused, "What road?"

Jeon Yo-hwan took a puff of his cigar and threw the expensive cigar directly onto the plate, "A dirty road."

He exhaled smoke and nodded, then told David Park to prepare the car while he went to his bedroom to change his clothes.

Their entire conversation was heard by Choi Chang-ho who was monitoring the conversation.

Jiang Renjiu's cell phone, which could be a bug, is not here. The one here is another one.

Cui Changhao quickly sent a message to Jiang Renjiu, "Is Pastor Quan looking for another way?"

After sending it, Jiang Renjiu received the text message in his room.

He frowned, stood sideways next to the window, using the curtains to hide his body, and just happened to see Jeon Yo-hwan walking out after changing his clothes.

Jeon Yo-hwan climbed into the back seat of the limousine with a new cigar dangling from his lips.

But Bian Jitae was not taken away by him.

Jiang Renjiu looked at him and didn't bother to reply to the message. Instead, he quickly went out and drove behind their convoy.

What he didn't expect was that Quan Yaohuan's convoy actually drove into the street where Chen Zhen was.

He did not follow the turn, but walked straight along another road, stopped the car on this road, and walked through the small path to the hot pot restaurant where Chen Zhen was.

He saw with his own eyes Jeon Yo-hwan and Park David walk into the yard of the hot pot restaurant, and even took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with Chen Zhen, and finally walked in together.

There were no diners in the hot pot restaurant, or rather, it was just a cover.

Jeon Yao-hwan inside was already sitting face to face with Chen Zhen and started negotiating.

"What do you think of my proposal?" Jeon Yo-hwan smiled, "Very tempting, right?"

"Proposal?" Chen Zhen asked with a sarcastic smile, "You want to use my methamphetamine channels in Europe to smuggle cocaine within a month?"

He played with two beads. "It sounds reasonable and feasible."

"I will give you a reasonable dividend, please accept this offer." Jeon Yo-hwan said with a smile on his face.

"If you can't sell cocaine, the Cali Cartel will kill you," Chen Zhen smiled brightly, "Why should I help you if I would rather see you die?"

"Why help me?" Jeon Yo-hwan spread his hands and took a puff of the cigar he always had in his mouth. "You can make seven million dollars in three weeks. Isn't that a good enough reason?"

"But if you were dead, I could control the cocaine trade in Suriname."

Jeon Yo-hwan was stunned, "What do you want to say?"

Chen Zhen made his request, "After this transaction, I want to continue selling cocaine."

Quan Yaohuan narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his face disappeared. He looked at Chen Zhen and said, "There is a lack of trust between us for the time being. It is too early to talk about this. We can discuss it again after this transaction is completed. Do you understand?"

Chen Zhen was silent for a long time. Just when Quan Yaohuan thought that the matter was settled, Chen Zhen suddenly refused, "No, I am looking forward to seeing you die."

Jeon Yo-hwan exhaled a puff of smoke, while Park David on the side was anxious. Although he knew that Chen Zhen was bargaining, he was still afraid that Chen Zhen and Jeon Yo-hwan would break up.

Quan Yaohuan frowned and slapped the cigar on the table. "Do you think that if I die, the Cali Cartel in Colombia will give you the goods? And the president of Suriname will support you?"

He stood up and paced slowly. "Chen Zhen, I promise you in the name of God that whether I am dead or alive, you will not be able to get a gram of cocaine in Suriname. Do you understand?"

Jeon Yo-hwan lost his previous gentleness, "So. Accept my proposal."

"Either accept all my terms or go back to selling damn meth."

Chen Zhen frowned, looked sideways at the people next to him, and said something that Quan Yaohuan and the others couldn't understand, "What's the plan?"

After Chen Zhen explained to them, someone cursed, "Fuck you."

After they grumbled for a long time, Chen Zhen thought for a long time and finally agreed, "Okay, I'll help you this time."

A strange smile appeared on his face. "But as you said, there is a lack of trust between us, and there is a traitor who has turned against us by your side."

Chen Zhen looked around and said, "It's a pity that he didn't come today, otherwise I would have made him pay."

He was referring to Byeon Gi-tae, "If you kill him, I will trust you, or if you hand Byeon Gi-tae over to me, I will sell cocaine for you."

As the two looked at each other, Jeon Yo-hwan raised his lips and said, "You are so barbaric."

"Do you accept it or not?"

Jeon Yo-hwan grinned, "Why not?"

It was not until the evening that Jeon Yao-hwan brought his men back to the manor. Park David, who had stayed with Chen Zhen to discuss cooperation matters with Chen Zhen openly, also rushed back and reported to Jeon Yao-hwan.

"According to Chen Zhen, if we use his channel to sell methamphetamine in Chinatown, we can sell 1.2 tons of cocaine in three weeks."

"1.2 tons sold in three weeks?" Jeon Yo-hwan was a little surprised and asked Byeon Ki-tae, "Missionary, what do you think? Is this possible?"

Bian Jitai replied: "You know, Chen Zhen's relatives in Europe are more numerous than imagined. It is indeed possible."

They walked into the office together. Quan Yaohuan had a way out. He began to relax in his office chair, cut the cigar himself and lit it. He was a little hesitant at this time. "I say, will this help Chen Zhen's business power? I have some concerns in this regard."

Park David immediately shook his head, "Definitely not, because after selling this batch of goods, it is entirely up to you to choose whether to continue to cooperate with him."

Quan Yaohuan held a cigar between his legs and shook his head and said, "David thinks that we should continue to cooperate with Chen Zhen. What do the missionaries and deacons think?"

Bian Jitai, who had a grudge against Chen Zhen, did not speak. Instead, Li Xiangjun, a loyal believer, questioned first, saying, "Pastor, would you believe in pagans who believe in evil gods?"

Lee Sang-jun reminded, “We also have an option in Puerto Rico.”

Bian Jitai lowered his head and said awkwardly: "To be honest, my relationship with Chen Zhen is quite strained. Although I don't want to get involved with him, it's about money after all. If I'm too stingy, I'll be like a child."

He expressed his loyalty, "As long as it is in the interests of the pastor, I will support either side unconditionally."

Quan Yaohuan nodded and waved at them, "David and I still have something to talk about. Can you two leave first?"

(End of this chapter)