American Gossip King

Chapter 114 From Enemies to Allies (Part 1)

Talking to smart people is the easiest thing to do.

After learning that Gaskell was not dead, Boyle understood that there was still room for maneuver.

To put it bluntly, it's all about money.

If he were still the same person he was in his previous life, Ian would have said, "I'm not doing this for the money," and at least put on a show.

But this approach doesn't work in the United States.

If you say that, people will actually believe you.

In the United States, it's not shameful to talk about money; what's shameful is wanting money while pretending to be a prostitute.

This applies not only to men but also to women; otherwise, the story of six people living together after only knowing each other for a short time would not have happened.

So Ian said directly, "Five hundred million."

Boyle shook his head repeatedly: "This request is outrageous."

Ian stared at him coldly.

Boyle sneered, "You can send me to jail, but with my wealth and connections, I won't be released after just one day. After all, the evidence you have proves that I only knew, not instigated! My crimes aren't that serious! And don't expect me to convince the board; they won't accept it. Even if I'm a board member, I can still be discarded. In that case, I might as well shoulder everything myself, then I'll still be a board member."

He laughed as he spoke, "I won't lose anything!"

Ian looked at him suspiciously: "Are you mistaken? When did I say I was going to use legal means to deal with you? Hey, buddy, the person in front of you is also a businessman, okay? I deal with lawyers too! I know what they can and can't do!"

Boyle looked at him speechlessly: "And you even deal with gangsters?"

Ian laughed: "Police and gangsters teaming up on cases? It's not news that gangsters are guests of the governor! I have tons of that kind of information, but it's worthless locked away in a safe!"

He glared at Boyle and said, "How about you give me some new evidence?"

He took out a recorder and handed it to Boyle: "Just say that the whole plan was authorized and approved by the board of directors, how about that? After you say that, I'll help you jump off a building and commit suicide, making you a guy who feels guilty and uneasy, leaving a will and using your life to prove everything you said."

Boyle's expression changed drastically: "You wouldn't dare do that! You're a businessman, not a criminal!"

Upon hearing this, Ian put away the recorder.

He clapped his hands: "Hadak!"

The burly man pushed open the door and entered.

Ian said, "Throw him down."

He then hugged Jessica and Helen, saying, "Babies, don't look, it's a bit bloody."

Helen chuckled. "His body would lie across the ground, not here."

"Okay." Ian shrugged.

Haddak had already grabbed Boyle by the neck and was walking toward the large French windows.

It looks like he's planning to smash the glass directly with Boyle's head.

Even if it doesn't fly out, it would still be unbearable to crash into it; the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window is very hard.

Boyle yelled, "Okay, okay, I can help!"

He dares not gamble!

Hadak stopped.

Ian nodded slightly, Haddak released Boyle, and strode out of the room.

Ian looked at Boyle with a calm expression: "That's right."

Boyle let out a long sigh and straightened his collar. "Give me the recording first. I need the board to confirm this."

Ian took out the voice recorder and handed it to Boyle. Boyle listened to it for a moment, thinking that he probably didn't have a backup. If I destroyed it now... well, destroying the voice recorder would save the entire board of directors, but I would definitely be finished.

Then he picked up his phone and made a call. After a moment, he said, "It's me. Something's happened. Listen to this first..."

He started playing the recording.

A moment later, angry shouts and curses came from the other end of the phone.

Ian gestured for Jessica and Helen to cover their ears, and Jessica chuckled, "The director has a much richer vocabulary when he's swearing than those guys."

Ian shrugged, pulled the two women into his arms, and gently comforted them.

He lightly kissed the two beautiful women, while one of his hands groped them inappropriately.

Jessica was a little embarrassed, but Helen seemed very excited.

Besides Cressy, she's the hottest!

Boyle was still on the phone; it was clear this wasn't a one-person affair, and they had to discuss how to resolve it.

The conversation lasted for about an hour.

Finally, Boyle hung up the phone and said to Ian, "The company can only give you a maximum of thirty million."

"The difference is too great," Ian shook his head. "My friend is the chairman of a bank!"

"But he didn't die," Boyle said. "The value of this matter lies in how much my life is worth, not his."

"Your life is worth a lot of money too."

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"The problem is the board doesn't care," Boyle said helplessly. "I'm just a small shareholder, and on the board I'm a representative of management, just an employee. If I cause them to lose a lot of money, they'll fire me... and I'm almost done for now."

He looked at Ian helplessly and said, "You ruined me!"

Upon hearing this, Ian seemed to be deep in thought.

Then he laughed and said, "No, they won't throw you out so easily. Many things have a ripple effect. This might not be fatal to Ankang Insurance, but if they throw you out, what you know could be fatal to them."

These words struck a nerve with Boyle, but he ultimately shook his head: "I won't do that, I'd die too. You already know how good we are at killing people as a health insurance company. That would be a huge problem for you... It's not like you're the only one who can hire gangs; those guys are just rich people's dogs, we just don't use them easily... You're using them too casually, that's not a good habit!"

Damn, everyone's thinking is pretty clear-headed.

Ian didn't want to offend An Kang too much. Right now, he could extort money because he was in the right, but if he extorted too much, he might not be afraid of An Kang's retaliation personally, but his company would definitely not be.

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "How many shares do you own in Ankang Company?"

Boyle replied, "0.8%, but I held 5% on behalf of management."

As the largest insurance company in the United States, Ancon Insurance Company has a market value of about 500 billion. Even with a 0.8% increase, it would still be 4 million. With his high salary, his net worth is similar to that of Gaskell, but his influence is much greater. Unfortunately, he is now like a little chick in front of Ian.

Now that this has happened, Boyle's future is even more worrying.

Ian chuckled, "If you're willing to cooperate, I can arrange another job for you. Although you're a scoundrel and a womanizer, I believe your abilities are considerable, given that you've become the CEO of Ankang Insurance Company and are managing the management's shares. Gaskell said I need some time and reputation to attract those millionaires and multi-millionaires to work for me, but for now, it seems I can have someone quite capable ahead of time?"

Boyle was speechless: "You can't afford me... You know that can't be solved by threats."

"Just for now," Ian said. "By the end of the year at the latest, my business will have expanded significantly, but until then, I'll still need your help."

As he spoke, he put his hand on Boyle's shoulder: "If you are willing to find a new home with me in the future, then you may be able to give better advice on solving the current problem."

If you can't find a solution to the problem, then throw the solution to your opponent. Under the pressure of life, the wisdom that your opponent can unleash is stronger than yours!

Isn't that what Israel is like?

Boyle knew he had no choice.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Tell me your bottom line first."

"A three-year, $20 billion interest-free loan, with the principal to be repaid after three years," Ian said.

His goal wasn't to ask for money directly; he wanted an interest-free loan.

At a rate of 6%, a 20 billion loan would amount to 1.2 million, and over three years it would be 3.6 ​​million. For business owners, they would rather have a 20 billion interest-free loan than 3.6 million in cash.

"What will it be used for?"

"Acquire shares in CBS."

Boyle shook his head slightly: "That's not how it works. Let me give you an idea."

"What?"

"Ankang can purchase your GG service."

Ian laughed and said, "That would be an astronomical price."

(End of this chapter)