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Chapter 920: Chapter 805: The Biggest Bite
According to normal standards,
All of Bo Man’s family members should have been arrested and brought to justice.
But the world isn’t black and white; there’s also a gray area in between.
Justice and evil have different boundaries in the eyes of different people. For example, the President of the US who started a war with a single word and caused the deaths of so many should have been judged by justice long ago.
Unfortunately, he was not.
He still lives well, carefree and at ease.
Waite saw it the same way.
Despite the many crimes committed by Bo Man’s family, some of which were truly vile and deserving of death by law, in Waite’s balance, there were not only just and evil but also pros and cons.
Letting them go avoided a war.
The outcome was a win for Waite.
The most important thing was,
Black Prison said it would ensure that those people would not come back for revenge.
That was the key point. Otherwise, with Bo Man’s relatives owning overseas assets worth over a billion dollars, who knows if someone would spend ten million to take his life.
...
On the very night that the news was broadcast.
In Moi’s home.
"Cheers."
"Clink.."
Waite and Moi’s glasses met, no longer filled with wine but with victory, joy, and the peace and serenity of finally having the situation back under control.
Both of their faces were brimming with smiles.
As the focal points of the entire incident, they had indeed been through tough times together, sequentially targeted. If left unchecked, their fates were all too clear.
Unexpectedly, they received ’guidance from an expert,’
And ultimately turned danger into safety, emerging as the final victors.
"Moi, your son can come out tomorrow," Waite announced this good news to Moi, and why he knew first was simple, because this time Black Prison gave very detailed information.
Black Prison had provided him with a complete roster of Bo Man’s contacts.
It represented not just knowing who the adversaries were.
More importantly, it offered the potential to turn them into ’one of their own.’ Before this, if Waite’s power was considered at a level of one, it had now more than doubled.
He almost completely took over Bo Man’s ’high-end forces.’
The small fries were the ones taken out for a beating. Waite did not move against those with significant influence and power, not because he couldn’t, but because he considered recruiting them, and the results were very satisfying.
Even the previously impregnable Supreme Court.
He had forcefully drilled a hole at the pinnacle of power, and his influence could be said to be unprecedentedly vast, having completely surpassed Moi, although there were still some minor issues with Fuloz, Waite decided not to pursue them.
The Supreme Court naturally did not dare to speak out.
Release them.
The procedures were now in their final stages.
Moi expressed his thanks: "Thank you." This time, banding together against a common threat, he had indeed gained something—he had deepened his relationship with Waite, and it seemed he could now enjoy his retirement.
Waite laughed heartily, "Ha ha, you’re welcome, but it’s better if Fuloz doesn’t go abroad for a while to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. Let him rest well at home."
Facing Waite’s reminder, Moi quickly nodded, "I understand, he will stay in Kinshasa for the next three months, but since things have passed, is it possible to restart the investment projects?"
These days his phone had been ringing nonstop, each call another creditor demanding payment, hoping to quickly restore the distribution of this "cake."
Waite said, "That is possible, but this time, all projects will be under external supervision. You won’t be able to execute your previous project plans, and I suggest allocating half of the funds to construct critical infrastructure, such as airports, railways, electricity, and other facilities."
"I agree, but regarding the property left by Bo Man, many people are interested." Moi had no objections, but if they resumed the previous projects, not only Waite would object, but the people of Congo Gold as well.
"Mr. Moi, are you interested in this?" Waite feigned surprise.
All properties Bo Man left in the territory were confiscated, but they were not held by the Government of Democratic Republic of the Congo, just as cars repossessed by the Bank had to be disposed of.
These assets, valued at nearly six billion US dollars according to the evaluation report, had become hot properties, with countless flies circling, looking to take a bite, and it wasn’t just Moi—his phone was ringing off the hook.
"No, I’m just mentioning that many business owners have expressed their interest," Moi explained unwillingly. Of course, these people depended on him for their livelihood, but this time, Waite held the rights to dispose of Bo Man’s properties.
He had asked for some "fixed shares."
In fact, he had some intention of compensation, as the previous congressional construction projects had stalled, leaving many without work. He planned to use Bo Man’s properties to compensate for their losses.
"I can give you an answer to this matter. Don’t get your hopes up, because almost half of the properties are already claimed, and only the rest are available for distribution," Waite said, shaking his head.
"I understand," Moi nodded.
It was a refusal in public.
"Heh heh..." Waite did not explain further.
His influence had doubled, he was barely making ends meet, and there was hardly anything left for Moi, especially considering the dark interest about to consume four layers of the structure, taking the biggest bite.
Waite’s heart was bleeding.
But who could blame him when the dark interest had played the most crucial role in this situation?
Having helped him with the task,
there had to be a reward.
Fortunately, his current power was unprecedented, fully capable of handling the situation. As for reneging on his promises, Waite did not dare to do so at this time. He was terrified by the dark interest’s tactics. With the election approaching, he did not want to make enemies without reason.
...
Two days later.
The news about the auction of properties under Bo Man’s name was released.
It caused a huge uproar.
National asset auctions, known for their low prices, were significant this time because the auction did not limit the currency to US dollars—it also accepted Congolese Francs, which intrigued many.
Congolese Franc.
The official currency of Congo Gold, but its value was so low that the circulation of US dollars and other foreign currencies was not prohibited.
To bring out US dollars.
Many domestic enterprises might not have them.
But Congolese Francs, they had plenty of. Most importantly, there were no restrictions on the source of this money, which allowed many to smell opportunity—no restrictions meant they could take out loans.
Instantly.
Many large and small enterprises flooded into the banks of Congo Gold.
But they soon realized that getting a loan was not an issue, but the banks were not lending more, the reason being that the banks had no money, leaving them speechless—how could a bank be out of money?
However, the banks’ response was that they had issued a considerable amount of loans to many enterprises a few days ago, causing a short-term cash emergency. To issue more loans, it would still require a meeting with the Central Bank.
At this point.
A cold shower fell over many people.
Because it meant—interest groups had already been tipped off, indeed, some meats are not for the ordinary to consume.
