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Chapter 907: Chapter 792: Cash Out? (Subscribe please!)
He had made a decision. 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Moi called Waite.
They talked for over ten minutes.
Moi hung up the phone, feeling somewhat depressed.
Waite had repeatedly assured that this matter had nothing to do with him, that he was completely unaware.
Whether that was true or not, Moi didn’t know, but what he did know was that if it was Waite’s doing and he was now repeatedly denying it, it meant that this issue would not stop any time soon.
If it wasn’t Waite.
Then he was now choosing to stand by and watch.
A real headache.
Moi didn’t know whether Waite had told the truth or not, which was the most disgusting part, making him unsure how to proceed, whether he should take measures against Waite. This was the first time Moi encountered such an exasperating situation.
He smoked all afternoon.
And still had no clue.
The information gathered by his subordinates contained no new findings. In feedback from his people in the Supreme Court, the big BOSS himself was personally monitoring the case. As for the motive, he didn’t know.
Since the incident happened, Moi had made five or six phone calls, and the big BOSS had always excused himself for being in meetings, and indeed he was, but he didn’t need to explain what the meetings were about to Moi.
Moi felt helpless.
After all, that person’s position was not under his control.
...
The next day.
Moi hadn’t slept all night.
He arrived at the office with bloodshot eyes.
"Mr. Moi, please take a look at the news," the Secretary rushed in anxiously.
Moi shuddered at these words.
He turned on the TV.
After watching for a while,
his face grew darker and darker.
The infuriating situation happened again, there was new progress in the Fuloz case, and several more transactions with ’irrefutable evidence’ had appeared out of nowhere, all reported by victims who ’dared not reveal their names.
In addition to money-power transactions,
there were also multiple public security incidents such as Fuloz causing trouble while drunk, beating up passersby, and causing disability, all presented with sound reasoning by these media journalists, also provided by ’nameless individuals afraid of persecution’.
"Bang..."
Moi kicked the table fiercely, knocking everything on it to the floor.
He was beside himself with anger.
This was an intent to completely destroy Fuloz.
But it wasn’t over yet.
At the end of the news,
a message made Moi realize that things were completely out of control.
"The document I have here details the funds received from the mineral deposit auction, amounting to fourteen billion dollars, the largest sum ever from a mineral auction in Congo Gold. However, this vast amount of money is being used at will by Moi.
Two days before signing agreements with major mining enterprises, Congress initiated construction projects exceeding five billion dollars and swiftly completed the bidding process. Whether these projects are reasonable and necessary... We will provide a detailed report on the flow of these funds."
The news didn’t say anything else but fixed on the whereabouts of this money.
This made Moi a bit panicked.
No choice.
Although this time it was many people from Congress who shared the cake, without his signature, the projects could not be initiated nor could funds be allocated, thus, it was still inseparably linked to Moi.
And it was a major link at that.
Because you are the main leader.
Your name is written in black and white on the documents; you can’t get away from it.
Why was Moi so panicked.
It wasn’t because he feared that the agreement with Chai Ren would come to light.
For one thing, all equity information was in the offshore company, and in the domestic subsidiary registered in Congo Gold, there was no stock belonging to their family. Secondly, the stocks were still under a verbal agreement, and even the formal stock contract had not been signed when Fuloz was arrested.
What he panicked about was.
The impact this matter had on the domestic political situation in Congo Gold.
For Moi,
this was undoubtedly a series of bad news, utterly disastrous. His prestige had significantly dropped, and he might even be forced to step down before his term was up, making his last few months uneasy.
The news was now pointing all fingers at the funding of these projects, not at the Congressmen, which meant he had to carry it all by himself, maybe even become a scapegoat.
Bear in mind, Fuloz had no hand in these projects; he was just taking stocks from Chai Ren. These projects were entirely gifts to the legislators involved. Now with this incident, he was being pushed to the forefront of the storm.
If he insisted on going through with it,
the thorough execution of these construction projects would force him to face immense public opinion pressure, or in plain terms, a barrage of criticism, as many of the projects were not truly urgent but designed to spread benefits around, riddled with loopholes too big to mend.
If he persisted to the end, he would only have to step down in disgrace.
But if he suspended the projects for some other use, many Congressmen would not stand for it. They’d protest, "You, Moi, took money from Chai Ren, causing our share to disappear or shrink, how could you?"
If things developed in this direction, Moi’s troubles wouldn’t be limited to stepping down; he would also make enemies out of numerous Congressmen, and then still end up resigning.
What to do?
Moi saw it as a no-win situation.
Moreover, Moi considered an even more terrifying consequence.
If part of the Legislators thought this was a ploy he arranged with Waite, meant to reserve these funds, then the trouble was real, not impossible but the most probable outcome in maximizing interests.
They might well think: Moi, by this means, helped Waite to keep the money within the Government of Democratic Republic of the Congo, providing Waite with more funds should he take office, be it to buy support or to develop the economy.
And Moi would be the scapegoat, with the understanding that Waite would not pursue Fuloz afterward and would allow Moi to live out his days in peace. Among all self-destructive and other-benefiting possibilities, this was the most likely.
There would certainly be many who thought this way, and the idea would spread rapidly. By then, Moi would be in trouble unless he ensured the funds were secured. Otherwise, no one would believe him.
Except for Waite.
But Waite would doubt his motives.
Doubt whether it was his own ruse.
The more Moi thought about it, the more agitated he became, the more scrambled his thoughts. In a climate of mutual suspicion, making accurate judgments was extremely difficult, because behind every strategy, there could be a counter-strategy.
This was not about just a few people.
Not something that could be clarified and decided upon quickly.
But rather hundreds of people, more than ten factions, all with deeply laid schemes.
Truths and falsehoods.
Real and unreal.
When no one’s word could be trusted anymore, judgments naturally involved countless variables, everyone doubting one another, wondering if someone was lying, mercilessly denying, or trying to confuse...
And so,
Moi’s eyes reddened with the strain of the entire day.
He still hadn’t figured out a way to break this open conspiracy.
...
Late at night,
Moi, spent, made his way back home.
Upon arrival,
he saw many people waiting inside—his relatives, family members. Seeing Moi, a portly black man rushed over and said, "Bro, how’s it going? Did you find out who’s scheming against you behind the scenes?"
Moi shook his head helplessly.
"Could it be Waite?" the man asked again.
Moi shook his head once more.
Not saying he didn’t know, nor denying it.
Because he couldn’t judge; the list of those with motives was too long. All the presidential candidates were possible suspects this time, but what he did know for certain was that the big boss of the Supreme Court had now completely turned against him.
The portly black man became anxious. "Bro, should we leave this place for now, come back when the heat dies down?"
"Not a bad idea. Don’t take an airplane, travel overland, and then catch a flight from Congo," Moi said, fearing they would be caught at the airport again, which would be preposterous.
"Alright, I got it. By the way, about cashing out the Stocks in the mining company, I think it’s better to do it sooner rather than later." As he spoke, a fleeting gleam flickered in the man’s eyes.
"Fuloz said to hold on for a while before cashing out," Moi said indifferently. He wasn’t particularly greedy for money; now that his son had been arrested, what was the point of money? His family had made plenty over the years, hardly less than this sum.
"I’m just worried that Chai Ren won’t honor the agreement once you step down, to avoid any further complications. I have Chai Ren’s number—how about you let me handle it?" The man appeared eager to help.
But how could Moi trust him?
When the woods grow large, all kinds of birds emerge.
His family was no exception.
The cousin before him was nothing but a schemer. If it weren’t for family ties, Moi wouldn’t bother with him. Moi could see what he was after.
This was a large sum of money.
Nearly a hundred million dollars.
Absconding with it was entirely possible.
"No need, Chai Ren is a man of his word; he won’t go back on it," Moi replied, shaking his head.
Compared to the man before him, Moi trusted Chai Ren more, because Chai Ren’s background determined that while he could be a cunning businessman, he would not break his word. The Chai Family couldn’t afford to lose face like that.
"After all, he’s an outsider, and people change," the black man insisted.
"I have my own measures," Moi said coldly, staring at him. At a time like this, he was still talking about money.
