The entire ocean is my fishing ground.

Chapter 109 Sign it, or I'll send you in!

Hongyun Cold Chain, top-floor office.

Li Jiande stared intently at the mountain of bank demand notices and court summonses piled up on his desk.

He violently ripped the telephone line off and threw it in the corner.

On the leather sofa in the office sat a man with a fleshy face and a thick gold chain around his neck. He was sitting with his legs crossed, and one of his crocodile-skin shoes was swinging idly.

His name is Lei Gong, and he is a broker in the provincial capital's black market who specializes in buying and selling these kinds of bloody assets.

"Mr. Li, have you made up your mind?"

"Ten million, this cold storage facility, and those eight beat-up cars, I want them all. Sign the papers, the money will be in your overseas account immediately, and you can fly away tonight."

Li Jiande suddenly looked up, a raging fire burning in his bloodshot eyes.

"Lei Gong, don't you fucking go too far. The ten million you agreed on before was just for the cold storage. Now you're including my entire fleet in the price."

"Things change over time."

"Yesterday, you, Mr. Li, were still Mr. Li. Today, you're just a stray dog ​​about to go to jail and eat cornbread. I gave you ten million to run away, not to do business with you."

He stood up, walked to his desk, and pointed at the debt collection notices with his thick fingers.

"These add up to over thirty million. And there are the high-interest loans; I heard the interest is compounding and almost doubled. Your cold storage facility has a good location and decent equipment, but it's frozen by the bank now. Who dares to touch it? Only I have a way to help you get out of this mess."

"Eight million."

"What?"

Li Jiande's temper flared up immediately.

"I said, eight million."

The smile on Lei Gong's face disappeared.

"I've changed my mind. Eight million, all your stuff. Take it or leave it. After tonight, you won't be able to sell it even if you want to. Tomorrow, when the bank's liquidation team arrives and the police come knocking, do you think your tax evasion scandal will be enough to put you in jail for life?"

Li Jiande was so angry that he trembled all over, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He knew that what Lei Gong said was true.

He's finished.

He closed his eyes dejectedly, his chest heaving violently.

"Okay...eight million..."

Squeezing out those words through gritted teeth exhausted his last bit of strength.

Lei Gong laughed triumphantly, took out a pre-prepared contract from his bag, and threw it on the table.

"That's right, a wise person knows when to yield."

Just as Li Jiande's trembling hand picked up the Parker gold pen, preparing to sign the contract of servitude, a commotion suddenly arose outside the corridor.

First came the weak protest from the security guard, which sounded very unconvincing.

"Sir, you can't go in..."

next second.

With a bang.

"Lin...Lin Chen."

"What the hell are you doing here? Who let you in? Trespassing! I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police to arrest you!"

Lin Chen still ignored him.

His gaze passed over the desk and landed on Lei Gong, whose face was full of scars.

Just one glance.

Lei Gong's arrogance and smugness froze the moment he met Lin Chen's gaze.

The cigar in his hand fell with a "thud" onto the expensive carpet, burning a small hole in it.

He was involved in both the legitimate and criminal worlds and was well-informed; he recognized the person in front of him at a glance.

This young man was the one who took down Shao Kun and Jiang Haihui in just a few days.

He can't afford to mess with this kind of person.

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."

"Boss Lin, I... I was just passing by, yes, just passing by, and came in to catch up with General Manager Li. I don't know anything, I didn't do anything, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now."

As he spoke, he frantically packed his bag, trying to scramble out of the house.

"stop."

A lawyer standing next to Lin Chen suddenly spoke up; his voice was soft, but carried weight.

He handed over a document.

Lei Gong tremblingly accepted it.

He glanced at the cover, which featured the words "Longji Fresh Group Legal Department" in large gold lettering, with a smaller line below: "Letter of Exclusivity Negotiation Regarding Hongyun Cold Chain Assets."

His calf immediately cramped up.

He got it.

Lin Chen also came for this cold storage.

Trying to steal food from Lin Chen?

He hasn't lived enough yet.

"Boss Lin, don't worry, I won't get involved in this mess."

Lei Gong stuffed the contract back into his bag, practically raised his hands, and, sweating profusely, squeezed past Lin Chen and ran away as fast as he could.

Seeing Lei Gong flee in disarray, Li Jiande felt a chill run down his spine and felt extremely uneasy.

But he's still holding on.

"Lin Chen, don't think you're something special just because you scared away a thunder god."

"Let me tell you, I've been in the provincial capital for twenty years, and I have friends in both the underworld and the legitimate world. You dare to lay a finger on me today?"

Lin Chen finally made a move.

He pulled up a chair and sat down unhurriedly opposite Li Jiande's huge mahogany desk.

He took out a thick stack of documents from the briefcase handed to him by his lawyer behind him, and slapped them lightly on the table with a "thud".

The sound wasn't loud, but it made Li Jiande's heart sink.

Lin Chen finally spoke, his voice flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"friend?"

"Are you referring to Accountant Wang, who helped you falsify the accounts, or Third Brother, who helped you contact the human smuggler?"

Li Jiande's pupils suddenly contracted.

Lin Chen didn't give him time to react, slowly turning to the first page of the document and reading aloud:

"You opened an account in the Cayman Islands using a shell company called Deyun Trading, right?"

"The last four digits of the account number are 7749."

Li Jiande's mind went blank, his eyes widened, and he stared intently at Lin Chen.

This account is his biggest secret.

Aside from himself, even his wife and children didn't know.

How could Lin Chen know?

"Over the past five years, Hongyun Cold Chain has kept two sets of books. One for the tax bureau, and one for yourself."

Lin Chen's fingers tapped lightly on the document, each tap causing Li Jiande's body to tremble.

"According to the actual accounting records, you have evaded a total of 47,823,600 yuan in taxes."

"Do you need me to read out every single detail to you?"

Lin Chen raised his eyes and looked at him quietly.

Li Jiande opened his mouth, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.

He felt as if all his secrets had been seen through, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart and spread throughout his body.

Lin Chen casually mentioned those top-secret data that even his most trusted accountants might not have fully grasped.

"You...you..."

He pointed at Lin Chen, his finger trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Chen didn't look at him again, but simply pushed a brand new contract to the center of the desk.

"You have no friends, Li Jiande."

You now only have two choices.

"Sign it, take the money, and get out of this country."

"Or, I can hand this document, along with you, to the police."