In fact, the Federation also has counterfeit money, and quite a lot of it.
Because people have discovered that the speed of making money is never as fast as printing money. Besides the huge risk of printing money, there don’t seem to be any other disadvantages.
Life, you always have to choose between risk and enjoynt!
Lance had originally planned to use counterfeit money to fool them, but what he didn’t expect was that counterfeit money was not easy to buy, and the current counterfeit money was basically mainly in denominations of one dollar and two dollars.
Because if you print higher, five dollars, ten dollars, twenty dollars, people will be more careful. After all, a large-denomination banknote is often a person’s inco for one or two weeks.
They would definitely treat it with caution, and this kind of caution would eventually make it easy for the counterfeit money to be identified.
After all, the reason why counterfeit money is called “counterfeit money” is because it is not “real” enough. As long as it is not real enough counterfeit money, so flaws can always be found by people.
To go and talk to them with a small denomination of counterfeit cash… this kind of behavior looks stupid no matter how you look at it. You might not even get in the door.
So Lance decided to use real money, but only a part of it, not all of it.
Only the top two layers, about thirty or forty thousand dollars, were real money. The rest below were “real on both sides.”
The address that the president of Basil Investnt Bank gave Lance through Wally was a golf course north of Golden Port. Many rich people from the Bay Area patronized there. For ordinary people, you couldn’t see how good its business was.
Most of the ti, its entrance did not even have the kind of places that people imagined, parked full of luxury cars, with socialites and dignitaries frequently coming and going.
Almost many people who passed by the golf course would only find that it was very deserted.
But strangely, even though it was so deserted, it had persisted for so many years.
This is a cognitive gap.
For ordinary people, they think that a business place must be bustling with activity, must be crowded with people, and must be parked with high-end cars that can represent status.
But what they don’t know is that special social occasions like golf courses are not “instant consumption” places.
All the fees are already in hand when the mbership period ends and is renewed.
Regardless of whether the guests co or not, they have to pay the annual fee in one lump sum, from $2,000 for the less expensive ones to tens of thousands for the more expensive ones.
And it can’t receive many guests at once. This requires an appointnt in advance.
So even if it is always deserted, there has never been a risk of it going bankrupt.
A simple iron gate completely separates the world of ordinary people from high society.
This society is full of thresholds everywhere, full of classes everywhere, yet miraculously closely integrated.
Lance ca with Mador. In fact, there were a few other cars, just following from a distance.
Today, everyone was dressed very stylishly. Lance was wearing the latest golf attire, with sunglasses, which made him look very professional, but in fact, he was not very good at playing this.
Under the guidance of the staff, Lance t the current president of Basil Investnt Bank, Peman.
He was swinging his club under a sunshade. One golf ball after another was hit far away with a crisp sound.
Then the caddy would place the next one, waiting for him to hit it, and would show a surprised expression at the right ti to provide emotional value.
After Lance arrived, he did not imdiately speak to Lance, but continued to swing his club seriously. His secretary stood between them, “Mr. President will need a little more ti. You can sit for a while first.”
If it weren’t for the fact that Lance knew these people were scamrs, it would actually be very easy to be fooled by them.
But now was not the ti to expose him. He smiled and nodded lightly, sitting down on the side.
A staff mber brought good coffee, the kind that costs at least a few dollars a cup, as well as all kinds of exquisite small pastries.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, President Peman finally handed the club to the caddy, took a towel from the secretary, and wiped the sweat on his face.
He smiled and walked towards Lance. Lance stood up in ti.
“You must be Mr. White, right?”
“Wally has told
about you. I heard you plan to invest so more funds?”
The two did not let go of each other’s hands. Lance tilted his head slightly, and Mador imdiately opened a large travel bag he was carrying, revealing neatly stacked banknotes inside.
Lance let go, walked over, casually picked up two stacks, and placed them in President Peman’s hands, “I’m a person who loves to make friends the most. A eting gift.”
President Peman’s fingers slid lightly over the edge of the banknotes. The sound and feel of the paper flipping let him know that this was real money.
He now had to play the role of an arrogant investnt bank president, not a greedy scamr. He casually threw the money back into the travel bag, “I invited you here. How can I let you give
a eting gift?”
He beca more enthusiastic and then had Lance sit down.
“How much do you plan to invest more?”
Lance twisted his mouth slightly, “$500,000.”
Peman nodded slightly, “I thought there was a lot.”
The aning in his words clearly carried a kind of intentional provocation. Perhaps he wanted to show Lance that this amount of money was nothing to him, but it was also possible that he wanted to see if Lance would impulsively say he wanted to invest a million.
But unfortunately, Lance did not do as he wished, “Besides not affecting my business, this is extra money. If it increases any more, my business might encounter so trouble.”
Hearing that there was still a possibility of squeezing out more money, the smile on Peman’s face grew wider, “Does your business bring you a net profit of fifteen percent every month?”
Lance seed to think seriously for a mont and shook his head, “Maybe, maybe not. It depends on whether there are orders.”
“So, Mr. White, I suggest you can temporarily stop your business and pay more attention to our products.”
“A fifteen percent net profit every month, this is definitely a crazy business because it has no upper limit!”
“You might invest $100,000 in your business, which can bring you a net profit of $20,000 to $30,000 every month.”
“But it won’t be because you invested a million that the net profit becos $200,000 to $300,000.”
“But here with us, it is stable, it is reliable.”
Lance showed so interest, “I still need to think about it. This is not a decision I can make alone.”
He paused as he spoke and began to talk about so things about Count Basil, “I have so understanding of Count Basil from the company. He is a remarkable person. Can I et the current Count Basil?”
President Peman was still considering how to squeeze more money from this “smart egg” in front of him. He didn’t expect the other party to take the initiative to provide him with an opportunity, “Of course, Count Basil will et and talk with our important clients, but you know, a great figure like him cannot possibly spend all his ti and energy on everyone.”
“Mr. White, I don’t want to say this, but it is also a fact, that is, people are different.”
“So people have lower value, so have higher value. Count Basil hopes to talk with those high-value people more. At least you can have a common language and thinking between you.”
“But it’s very difficult for us to distinguish whether a person has enough value to et Count Basil, so we have a simple and crude thod.”
“If you invest a million, I can arrange for you to et with Count Basil!”
Lance didn’t seem to care about this number at all. He just pursued, “Is he in the Federation now?”
President Peman said with certainty, “Yes, he is right here in the Federation!”
His secretary stood by the whole ti, looking at Lance with a grin. Another fool has taken the bait!
He didn’t quite understand why there were so many fools, and why these fools were so rich?
He didn’t quite get it. Was God too fond of these people, so much so that they didn’t even understand such a simple trick?
Of course, he would not show it. He now needed to play the role of the secretary well.
They talked for a good while, far exceeding the ti President Peman had ntioned. In the end, Lance left the money here.
President Peman seed to have prepared in advance and had the secretary take out an investnt contract on the spot.
While Lance was checking the contract, he also checked the money Lance had brought. The scent emitted when the banknotes were fanned made him intoxicated!
Seeing that Lance was still not signing, he was afraid that Lance would regret it and say he wanted to take the money away. He quickly explained, “If you need a lawyer, we can provide one here…”
Lance waved his hand, took out a fountain pen, and signed his na, Lance White.
“No need, I trust you.”
President Peman was overjoyed upon hearing this. He quickly signed his own na and gave a copy to Lance, “Keep this safe. This can prove that you are our investnt client. I will give you the highest level of treatnt.”
As he spoke, it was about ti. Lance proposed to leave, but at this mont, Elvin, wearing a driver’s uniform, ran over, with an apologetic look on his face, “Sir, I don’t know why, but the car won’t start!”
Lance imdiately beca angry upon hearing this, “I have an important eting later, and now you’re telling
the car won’t start?”
Elvin kept apologizing. President Peman, on the side, seed to have thought of sothing and said generously, “I’ll give you a ride. I happen to be leaving as well.”
Lance glared at Elvin, then put on a smile, “Mr. Peman, would that be too much trouble?”
Peman, who was still thinking about Lance’s other half a million, where would he be afraid of any trouble?
“It’s fine. I have nothing to do this afternoon. Giving you a ride is just right!”
He gave the secretary a look, and the latter quickly said, “I’ll have the driver start the car.”
Watching the driver trot away, Lance looked sowhat embarrassed, “That would be too much trouble for you, Mr. Peman. You are a good person!”
President Peman couldn’t help but laugh out loud upon hearing Lance’s evaluation of him, “You are also a good person, Mr. White!”
Lance agreed quite a bit, “We are all good people!”
President Peman also nodded continuously, “Yes, yes, we are all good people!”
Advanced chapter join my patreon at /c/caleredhair you will get free 3 chapter to read daily for free mber and 10 chapter daily for pledged mber
Reviews
All reviews (0)