While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 576 Coincidence
"Uh, hello." The black man was obviously a little embarrassed, his eyes were full of anxiety and nervousness.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Bates." The mixed-race man waved his gloved hand and went straight to the point: "We have investigated all the information about you, and your good reputation is the basis for us to sign the agreement."

"And once the agreement is signed, we will try our best to help you achieve your goals, so you don't have to worry about it at all. All you need to consider is whether you can accept our proposal and act 100% according to our plan."

Bernie Bates finally managed to calm some of the tension in his heart, and his expression relaxed: "I just want to keep my bar."

"Believe me, I'm the same as you in terms of appeal." The mixed-race man's mouth hidden under the mask flashed a slight smile indifferently.

Bernie Bates calmed down a little after hearing the words, his expression loosened a lot, and his body, which was always tense, even relaxed: "Thank you..."

"Don't rush to say thank you, the situation you are facing will not make it easy for you to achieve your goal." The mixed-race man's tone became solemn: "So you may have to make some difficult attempts, so please be mentally prepared .”

"What do I need to do?" Bernie Bates was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something, he quickly said seriously: "I will not do illegal things..."

"Don't worry, it won't be illegal." The mixed-race man said, "You just need to close the bar for a month and put it up for sale..."

"What did you say?" Bernie Bates sat up straight instantly, glaring at the mixed-race man with wide eyes.

But just when he was about to yell loudly, the mixed-race man's voice suddenly sounded, loud and unquestionable: "Mr. Bates, I don't like others to interrupt me, and I hope you can express it in a more rational way. own will."

Bernie Bates' heart trembled for some reason, but he still stared and said, "I'm not going to sell my bar, ever!"

"I don't intend for you to sell it, but to use it for a loan and put it up for sale." The mixed-race man explained.

Bernie Bates frowned, "I don't see the difference between that and selling it!"

"The difference lies in the attitude towards it." The mixed-race man said calmly: "In your eyes, this bar is a carrier of memory and a place of family inheritance that is more expensive than life. But in our eyes, it is just a real estate , at most it can be regarded as an asset with investment value.”

"And after we weighed all your assets and cash, we found that the only thing that can bring you a turnaround now is this bar."

"What you need to do now is to use some methods to gain some time and space for your next actions. During this period, you will not even really lose it."

"At the same time, the sooner you act according to our method, the sooner you can save this bar, understand?"

Bernie Bates wondered, "Not really sold? What do you mean?"

"Tomorrow, you will use the bar to apply for a loan of 20 yuan." The mixed-race man said slowly: "After you get the money, go find a house agency company called Atlantic Real Estate Agency and list your bar for sale." .”

"Of course, in the consignment contract, you need to write the pre-sale price we issued for you, and add a secret clause, that is, the entrustment of consignment needs to take effect one month later."

"And during this month, we will help you deal with the three groups of people who came up with the idea of ​​this bar by using the 20 yuan in a reasonable way."

Bernie Bates heard every sentence clearly, but was even more puzzled in his heart: "Why did you do this?"

The mixed-race man explained patiently: "After Dicheng announced the end of bankruptcy, it is estimated that nearly 20 billion yuan will be invested in the city's rectification and construction. During this period, a large amount of money will flow into related industries."

"Although it seems that the profits flowing into these industries have been reserved by several forces, some of them can be obtained through legal means."

Bernie Bates felt his brain swell, subconsciously followed the mixed-race man's words and asked, "Which part?"

"Contract demolition." The mixed-race man's tone was full of deception: "You can use part of the money to set up a team for contract demolition of old buildings."

"Contracting with our information advantages can allow you to get the wealth hidden in old buildings during the demolition process, and get a lot of profits in a short period of time."

"As for the three groups of people plotting your bar, you can divert their attention first, and find a way to let them see a place with more competition value than your bar, which is a good way..."

When the mixed-race man was wearing a mask to bewitch Bernie Bates, Sarah Boris, who was wearing a waist-length ponytail, walked out of the bottom city police station with displeasure, and drove a rented car to the place where the mixed-race man was. High-end hotel, checked in.

And just as she was standing in front of the elevator, counting the floors on the electronic screen and about to step into the elevator to go to the guest room, the robust middle-aged man who had appeared at the airport came out of the slowly opening elevator.

The moment the strong man saw Sarah Boris, his eyes suddenly fixed, and then he quickly returned to normal.

Sarah Boris was unaware of this, and waited for the man to get out of the elevator before going in, pressing the number 8 key while pressing the door close key.

But at the moment when the elevator door was about to close, the strong man suddenly turned around and pressed the button to open the door, and then walked into the elevator with an apologetic expression.

"Sorry, I forgot one thing." The man explained to Sarah Boris, pressed the number 10 key and stood quietly in the corner.

Sarah Boris nodded without saying anything, and left when the elevator reached the eighth floor.

The man recorded the whereabouts of Sarah Boris after getting out of the elevator, glanced at the surveillance camera overhead, resisted the urge to follow, and waited obediently for the elevator to reach the tenth floor before leaving.

The two encounters in succession made the strong man who was already fascinated by Sarah Boris's appearance a little hot in his heart.

Ever since, a bold and crazy idea took root in his mind under his long-suppressed impulse, and derived various pictures at an extremely fast speed, filling his brain, constantly tempting him to implement it as soon as possible .

First, I need tools...

With mixed thoughts, the strong man walked out of the hotel and began to prepare according to his own ideas.

The next day, the mixed-race man who felt that he had had enough of staying in Dicheng left the presidential suite, and walked into the elevator accompanied by Uncle Zhong, talking and laughing.

After arriving in the hall, clear and bright footsteps suddenly sounded from behind the mixed-race man. He stopped and looked curiously, but saw Sarah Boris coming out of another elevator.

With a breezy look back, the mixed-race man suddenly sensed a scorching gaze. He followed the trend and found a robust middle-aged man stealthily eyeing Sarah Boris who was passing by him.

In an instant, curiosity and anticipation rose in the mixed-race man's heart, and he stopped and looked at Uncle Zhong beside him.

"Uncle Zhong, I never thought there would be a good show to watch before leaving."

(End of this chapter)