Invasion of America

Chapter 15 Maid
Before Zhou Qingfeng left the lottery office, FBI Detective Carl had already put two tight rings on him as a last-ditch effort.

He called the Miami District Attorney and demanded firmly and urgently: "I need a travel ban on a foreign suspect.

Make sure this guy can't leave the United States during the investigation, and ideally, he can't even set foot outside of Miami-Dade County."

He even made a more stringent request - to put electronic handcuffs on Zhou Qingfeng so that his whereabouts could be monitored at all times.

When the opponent made a move, the $4 million in legal fees that Zhou Qingfeng had advanced immediately played a huge role.

Old Baker, a senior lawyer who has been working in the legal field for half a century, immediately stood up to express his protest.

He also called the district attorney and said: "My client is innocent and is fully willing to cooperate with the investigation.

But the FBI can't produce any evidence, can't prove any illegal behavior, and it's absolutely unfair to treat him as a suspect."

Carl was not willing to give up, and he immediately applied to freeze the payment of Zhou Qingfeng's lottery prize, trying to cut off his source of income - as long as he had no money, this kid wouldn't be able to make much waves.

Baker again stepped forward and complained to the district attorney, "Powerball is a bearer lottery ticket, and once sold, 'you own it, you own it.'

The Lottery Commission cannot refuse to pay for any reason, otherwise it would violate the principle of fairness. The FBI cannot use public power to infringe on private rights. "

The key to this game lies in the attitude of the district attorney. The enforcement of the ban depends entirely on the power and connections behind both parties.

America is actually a society based on personal relationships, and the bottom line of law enforcement is very flexible.

Although old Baker is old, his network of connections in the judicial system is much deeper than that of Inspector Carr.

He picked up the phone and with a few simple calls, he smoothed out many connections. The speed was so fast that Carl, who had been following the procedures step by step, was caught off guard.

However, Zhou Qingfeng's identity as a "foreigner" put him at a disadvantage. In the end, the two sides reached a delicate balance in this backstage competition.

Until the case is investigated thoroughly, Zhou Qingfeng cannot leave Miami-Dade County temporarily, otherwise his lottery redemption will be terminated and his account will be frozen.

Secondly, lottery redemption is proceeding normally, and the funds account is under FBI supervision and cannot be transferred out of the United States for the time being, but its use within the United States is not restricted.

Both sides looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Inspector Karl thought to himself, "As long as this guy can't leave the country, we have the opportunity and time to investigate him."

Zhou Qingfeng was also very happy: "As long as the money can be exchanged, I can make a living in America."

As far as Old Baker was concerned, as long as the lottery ticket could be redeemed, he was willing to serve Zhou Qingfeng. If the FBI forcibly took him away, as an elite lawyer, he would be so happy that he would die of laughter.
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After leaving the lottery office in Miami, Zhou Qingfeng boarded Baker Sr.'s helicopter and returned to his law firm in the city center.

The rotors stirred up a strong wind, carrying everyone off the ground, soaring hundreds of meters, and landing on the top of a financial building more than 50 stories high.

Standing on the helipad on the rooftop, Zhou Qingfeng can overlook the magnificent scenery of downtown Miami, Biscayne Bay and the Atlantic Ocean, and feel a sense of pride that everything in the world is right before his eyes.

The law firm 'Smith & Baker' is located in the building.

Zhou Qingfeng needs to sign a few more authorization letters.

For example, when he gets the grand prize, he will donate the $320 million prize money to the newly established "Holy Light Foundation" and serve as a permanent director of the foundation with a veto power.

Through the operation of the law firm "Smith & Baker", this huge donation will offset his personal income tax.

The foundation's daily work is to do things on behalf of Zhou Qingfeng, such as accepting awards on his behalf and managing donations.

Zhou Qingfeng himself also holds a position in the foundation and will receive an annual salary of tens of millions of dollars.

Second, he will pledge donations to several local politicians and charities in Florida and Miami.

The amount is not large, ranging from a few thousand to tens of thousands of dollars - according to old Baker's advice, don't give too much at first, as giving too much will easily make people greedy.

Of course, the foundation's $320 million is just a small part of the prize money; the real big part is the prize money itself, which is over $1.2 billion.

"Victor, choose a bank to serve you."

Old Baker enumerated the names of many large financial institutions, such as Morgan, Citigroup, Huitong, Wells Fargo, Goldman Sachs, and Mellon…

If we talk about the most snobbish people in the service industry, it is none other than those in finance.

In order to please big clients, financial institutions such as banks, insurance companies, and investment banks have racked their brains and worked hard to please them every day just to provide the best quality service.

The names of these banks echoed in Zhou Qingfeng's ears, as if waving to him, hoping to provide him with endless resources and possibilities.

However, true billionaires don't bother using the same products as ordinary people. They need unique services to highlight their uniqueness and stand out from the crowd.

In this regard, the financial industry has racked its brains and tried every possible means.

When Old Baker took over Zhou Qingfeng’s lottery business, he reminded the young billionaire: “Victor, you have to have a good relationship with the bank.

Or to be more precise, there will be many banks trying to get along with you.

With just one phone call, you will immediately become a super VIP of these major banks, enjoying privileges that ordinary people can hardly imagine."

Zhou Qingfeng had no idea what this meant. To him, a bank was just a place to deposit and withdraw money, and he had never thought of it providing any special services.

He scratched his head and asked, "Mr. Baker, can you recommend one?"

Old Baker smiled slightly, his tone full of confidence: "JP Morgan, it's an old brand with strong strength and extensive connections.

Their senior butler service is excellent and can help you with anything. Travel, banquets, private jets, investment and financial management...

Even smuggling, lobbying, resisting the law, bribery, and even satisfying your unique interests and hobbies, as well as those dark and shady activities.

These large commercial banks are usually extremely arrogant, but only money can make them kneel.

If you have hundreds of millions of dollars in deposits, they will kneel down and lick your shoes;

If they had a billion dollars in savings, they would give up their wives, daughters, and bedrooms;
With tens of billions of dollars in deposits, they are your slaves and you can control their souls at will.

You now control over $1.5 billion in assets and have obtained an entry ticket to the world's upper class.

The bank is your guide, teaching you how to use this ticket. No matter what disaster strikes, you have the priority to board Noah's Ark."

JP Morgan, the yellow flag of America.

Zhou Qingfeng nodded in agreement. This was not only a sign of trust in Old Baker, but also a favor to him.

After all, old Baker decided the flow of $1.5 billion with just one sentence, which in itself is a kind of power.

One phone call, and half an hour later, another helicopter roared and landed on the roof of the building.

The senior affairs specialist of JP Morgan's Miami branch appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng with his assistant, wearing high heels and with crisp footsteps.

The woman in the lead was tall, in her thirties, graceful and elegant, with quick and powerful steps, appearing to be resolute and efficient.

Black leather shoes, paired with flesh-colored stockings, an over-the-knee skirt, a blazer and a white shirt with a lapel, she exudes the powerful aura of a strong woman.

Her eyes quickly locked onto Zhou Qingfeng, and she quickly approached him. She held out her hand with a serious expression, and said solemnly, "Sorry, Victor, I'm late. My name is Kelly Johnson, and I'm a senior affairs specialist for J.P. Morgan in Florida."

From today on, I will be your servant, always at your service.

Legal, illegal, conventional, unconventional, imaginable, unimaginable, I will do my best to meet all requests."

The woman's hands were strong, not as delicate as a flower. Her face was not soft and pretty, but rather had a masculine and hard look.

At the moment of shaking hands, Zhou Qingfeng felt an unprecedented sense of refreshment - capitalism really has a way of disciplining people.

A mature, strong and professional female career elite speaks the most humble words in the toughest manner, just because he is rich, especially rich.

Old Baker laughed and interjected, “Victor, you made me an easy $100,000 in lobbying fees.

JP Morgan is well-informed and confirmed your identity as soon as it was exposed.

The FBI starts evaluating you before they even find you.

After confirming that I would be your attorney, a senior executive from JP Morgan called my cell phone.

I told the JP Morgan supervisor that you are too young and need guidance. Although you are rebellious, you can accept different opinions. Also, you are a foreigner and are not familiar with the United States.

They immediately made a customer profile and psychological analysis of you and decided that a mature woman with rich experience would be the best person to be with you.

I bet they dug up all your information in the shortest possible time, including your browsing history on pornographic websites, and selected Kelly based on your preferences.

Until your assets drop to $1 billion, Kelly will be your maid who obeys your orders completely.

She holds a double degree in law and accounting from Yale, and has worked in investment banks and law firms for more than a decade. She knows the bright and dark sides of the industry like the back of her hand.

You don't need to care about her dignity, just give her orders.

Even having sex and having children are within her consideration. Of course, additional services will cost extra, and the cost is not cheap.”

After hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng was shocked and felt a little amused - the power of money could actually change a person's identity and status so thoroughly.

Just a few hours ago, he was penniless and unknown. Now, before he even received the money, he has become a wealthy and influential person.

Kelly is a typical American mature woman, about 1.7 meters tall, with a broad frame, big breasts and round hips, a cold and arrogant face, but her every move reveals an attitude of wanting whatever she wants.

At this moment, she regarded herself as a "maid", ready to serve him at any time. This contrast gave him a sense of satisfaction.

This seems to prove the power of money - no matter how strong a woman is, she can become soft and submissive in the face of wealth.

Zhou Qingfeng was satisfied with Kelly's appearance and whispered to Old Baker beside him, "Is this what rich people do?"

Old Baker shrugged, his tone full of ridicule and profound meaning: "My child, you have not seen the luxury, corruption, arrogance and stupidity of the real rich and powerful.

Or maybe you don’t know how much power a few billion dollars in cash can bring?
Running for president of the United States only costs a few hundred million dollars. Giving a woman who completely obeys you is nothing compared to that. It's perfectly normal."

Kelly listened to these words quietly, keeping a professional calm on her face, as if these words had nothing to do with her.

The several professional elites present did not show any surprise or objection. Some even nodded slightly to show their agreement, and some even wished they could replace Kelly.

In their eyes, the elite Kelly is nothing more than a high-end slave. Even though she has a high degree of education, high ability, and high looks, she is still a tool driven by money.

At the end of his words, Old Baker chuckled, "I know quite a few executives at JP Morgan, but I don't have assets exceeding one billion US dollars, and they didn't give me such a high-end private butler.

Victor, I don't know what this exclusive service feels like. If you have any doubts, how about I try it out for you for a few days?

"roll!"

With the huge sum of money about to arrive, Zhou Qingfeng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in Old Baker's office, looking up at the sky and overlooking the earth. He felt that the sky was high and the clouds were light, and he felt refreshed.

Kelly stood behind him, maintaining a cold expression, just like her professional attire, bright and proper.

But her soul was as flexible as her body and could be manipulated at will.

"Victor, what should I call you? Boss? Master? Young Master?" Kelly's voice was calm and cold.

"Call me Victor. I know full well that I'm a nouveau riche with no background. I have no ability, no background, no brains. I'm just lucky."

Zhou Qingfeng turned around and looked at it carefully.

At first glance, anyone would think this woman had a fierce and imposing aura. But after a while, one would find that her face was actually quite attractive - elegant, reserved, and with a capable aura.

"Kelly, why did you choose to follow me? Is there any compelling reason? Like family? Debt? Scandal?"

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but ask. He couldn't understand why a beautiful female elite with such a brilliant resume would be so humble?
He took it for granted that Kelly must be hiding something.

Kelly shook her head, her tone calm and frank: "I was not forced to come here.

I am very happy. I have a warm family and two sons. My husband is a dentist who earns over a million a year and loves me very much.

I went to a prestigious university, had impeccable credentials, and earned over $800,000 a year. My parents were both still alive, and I had no traumatic childhood, let alone scandals.

The reason I took this job was simple – I was bored in my previous job and I wanted to challenge myself.”

After hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly thought of a phrase: pampered and comfortable, without any hardship. He laughed and said, "Do I need to pay you?"

"No need," Kelly replied crisply. "As long as your assets at JPMorgan are at least $1 billion, you can use me for free. The consortium will naturally pay my salary."

"What if my assets are less than one billion US dollars?" Zhou Qingfeng asked tentatively.

"Unless you hire me directly, my assistant will take over my job. But without your super VIP background at the bank, many convenient doors will be closed to you."

After hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh out loud, secretly sighing in his heart: "This world is indeed full of absurdity and irony."
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After Zhou Qingfeng left on the helicopter, FBI Inspector Carl paced back and forth angrily with a gloomy face.

"That guy named Victor is probably just a front-office puppet. I bet things are definitely not as simple as they seem."

"Baker Hughes's quick arrival is definitely not a surprise. Perhaps there's a conspiracy between a police insider and the financial world."

"William Congers, he must be the mastermind behind this. He couldn't get his way, so he hired a lawyer to help him, and he also brought his daughter's boyfriend out to confuse people."

"It's so despicable! They dared to use such a shabby trick that I can see through it at a glance to fool me. I must send Congers and his accomplices to prison."

Richard, the chief legal adviser of the lottery office, was full of resentment - no one would be happy when the cooked duck flew away.

"Maybe we can leak some information to the media, create public pressure, and stop the lottery payouts. At least make that kid and his lawyers come to us for help."

That’s a good idea!

But Karl grabbed Richard’s collar angrily and yelled, “Are you putting pressure on that guy or me?
You're just there to watch the fun, so it doesn't matter. But I'm the one handling the case, I'm the one without any clues, and I'm the one getting scolded by my superiors and the public.

"You didn't get any advantage, so you want to overturn the table, right? If the media exposes this case, I will blame you for it."

(End of this chapter)