vstars Chapter 105 Investing in a New Type of Tracker
Chapter 105 Investing in a New Type of Tracker
This is really strange, something's not right.
He suddenly realized how Gin knew so much about what happened last night, and he immediately asked him.
"How did you know I was attacked yesterday? Did you send those people? Damn, they shot at me as soon as they saw me, like they were afraid I wouldn't die."
"He's not dead yet, is he?"
"You son of a bitch, you bastard, you son of a bitch, you son of a bitch..." Su Xingbai cursed loudly. This Gin was becoming more and more unserious. Instead of learning good things, he was learning from him.
"Finished ranting? That's it?"
Su Xingbo retorted irritably, "Are you bored? Sending people here to die? You're a banana."
How much do you know about the new research projects of the Suzuki conglomerate?
A new project? It's not some new type of tracker, is it?
"A new type of tracker?" Su Xingbo asked.
"Hmph, that's right, we're joining this project too." Gin sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Then why are you looking for me? Shouldn't this be something your Black Organization should handle on its own? Let the boss talk to the Suzuki Zaibatsu. What's the point of coming to me?" Su Xingbo asked, looking puzzled.
What does this have to do with him?
Wait a minute, Gin is after Ayako's newly developed tracking device, and the place where he was attacked yesterday was also Ayako's villa.
He got it!
He understood it all!
"You want to kill Ayako Suzuki? Are you out of your mind? You won't get the new tracker even if you kill Ayako Suzuki."
Gin was completely confused. What was he saying? Was he talking about the same thing?
He understood each word individually, so why couldn't he understand them when they were put together?
"Don't you know about the organization's assassination missions?"
"I understand you." Su Xingbai came back to his senses and calmed down a bit.
Regardless of who the assassination mission is, at least codenamed members must be deployed to ensure success.
Yesterday's guns seemed to be made by a bunch of small fry, completely clueless and inaccurate, like a group of people who had just gotten their hands on a gun.
"I gave the Mud Ginseng Association a mission to intimidate them. The first one failed inexplicably, and the second one I think you wiped them all out."
"I understand. The first time they tried to stab Ayako Suzuki with a dagger, if I hadn't seen it, they would have succeeded. The second time they broke into the villa with guns, I killed them all."
"Is there a third time?" Su Xingbai asked.
"What we need is a new type of tracker that won't cause any deaths." Gin wasn't stupid either; killing members of the Suzuki family was just asking for trouble. After the factory explosion, they scaled back for three months.
The main problem is that they didn't kill any ordinary people; they killed mostly FBI agents, who were all foreigners. It took them more than three months to investigate.
Su Xingbo stroked his chin for a moment, then snapped his fingers.
“The organization will provide the funding, and the finished products will be sold to the organization at half the market price. Let me finish. If the organization wants to invest, 100 million yen will get you a 3% stake. You can get 100 finished products for free every month and enjoy dividends at the end of the year, with a maximum stake of 9%.”
Gin wanted to retort as soon as he heard the first sentence, but Su Xingbo seemed to have the ability to foresee the future and interrupted him in advance by casting a spell.
The second investment method sounds really good, but they are trying to intimidate Ayako Suzuki and make her get the products for free.
Now that it costs so much money, he needs to have a serious talk with Rum.
"I'll call you back later." Gin hung up the phone after saying that.
One hundred million yen is no small sum, especially since it's not even the year 2000 yet, and the average monthly salary at that time was only 300,000 yen.
This means that an average wage earner would need to work for about 30 years without eating or drinking to accumulate 100 million yen.
However, the boss is not short of money. He lives in such a luxurious house, so a few hundred million is nothing to him. This business is very profitable.
That gentleman will definitely agree; he's essentially secured publicity funds for Ayako in advance.
This is the best news of the day. In addition, we've figured out who wanted to murder Ayako, so there's no more trouble now. We've gotten through this relatively peacefully.
He went upstairs and told Ayako the news. Ayako nodded in agreement. One hundred million yen for only 3% of the shares meant they would make a huge profit.
They didn't know how well the new tracker would sell, and they weren't very confident, but there was no reason not to accept the yen that was being offered to them.
An hour later, Gin called again.
"We agree to the equity investment plan, and we'll do as you say."
Su Xingbo smiled and said, "This is a wise move, a win-win situation."
Just as the deal was about to be finalized, an unexpected incident occurred.
The FBI somehow got wind of the Black Organization's plans for a new tracking device. They decided to sabotage it.
On the one hand, they didn't want the Black Organization to strengthen its power through the new tracker; on the other hand, they wanted to take this opportunity to obtain the technology of the new tracker from the Suzuki conglomerate for their own use.
This is something only the Free Nation is entitled to possess. You, a mere underling, should obediently hand it over if you have this technology.
Therefore, the FBI sent agents to sabotage the transaction site and spread rumors that the Suzuki zaibatsu was colluding with terrorist organizations to endanger national security.
The news caused an uproar and spread on television. Whether it was true or false didn't matter; what mattered was that the news was about a top conglomerate.
Even if it's just gossip, many people will still enjoy reading it.
Faced with the increasingly serious situation, Ayako Suzuki is under immense pressure.
Su Xingbai did not sit idly by. He used the Black Organization's network of connections to investigate the source of the rumors, while secretly arranging for his two henchmen to protect Ayako's safety day and night.
She could no longer stay at the mountaintop villa and had to go back home. The Suzuki family's villa was far safer than the one on the mountaintop, and they could better protect Ayako.
Gin also sped up its efforts, preparing to strike first and obtain some samples of the new trackers to counter the FBI's interference.
Meanwhile, Ayako Suzuki sat on the sofa in her living room, contemplating how to quell the storm through public relations, and the four forces began to clash.
The FBI was equally determined and sent people to the Suzuki family's villa.
this day.
A seaside villa in Izu.
Two people knocked on the villa's door.
The maid opened the door and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with? This is the Suzuki family's villa. Did you make an appointment beforehand?"
The man shook his head, took out his identification from the upper left pocket of his coat, and said seriously.
"We are FBI agents, and we need Ms. Ayako Suzuki's help with something."
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