Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 313: The Bank’s Dividend

Chapter 313: Chapter 313: The Bank’s Dividend

Capital city, Ditan Hospital.

Floyd Hart and Five Mao, who had passed the critical stage, were staying in a ward that was brimming with joy at the moment. Having survived great peril, they were bound to have good fortune ahead.

Samuel Ross, Pillar, Uriel Arellano, and Grey Petty were chatting with the two of them in the ward, along with Miles O’Brien, Paisley Kirk, and... and Ember Vance who had arrived early that morning!

Indeed, having received the news, Ember Vance had also come, so she ran into Miles O’Brien and Paisley Kirk.

The two parties met in the ward and Miles O’Brien even behaved very politely, with Ember Vance addressing her as Sister Zheng.

In any case, everyone seemed to be like old friends on the surface, chatting and laughing together.

At 9:30 AM, Fleur Carson, wearing a leather jacket and a duckbill cap, arrived. He came in empty-handed, greeted everyone in the room, and then went to the stairwell to talk with Samuel Ross.

He was not acquainted with Floyd Hart or Five Mao as they had joined later, and he had been abroad during this time. So, for someone like Fleur Carson, Floyd Hart and the others had only heard of him before and had no real impression.

It was Samuel Ross who knew well the power of Fleur Carson. Fleur Carson’s call to go outside probably meant he wanted to inquire about the specifics of what had happened.

However, as Samuel Ross and Fleur Carson were talking in the stairwell, the door to the ward was pushed open again, and Lucy Clayton, wearing an eyepatch and seated in a wheelchair, was wheeled in by Ariel Higgins.

Seeing a one-eyed man who was also a cripple entering, everyone thought they had entered the wrong room, except for a young nurse who looked terrified. At that moment, Uriel Arellano approached them with a smile, intending to inform them they had the wrong room.

"Hello, I am Lucy Clayton. Regarding the harm I caused you the night before last, I have come to apologize, hoping to receive your forgiveness!"

"What the heck?" Hearing Lucy Clayton’s words, everyone in the room was stunned right on the spot...

...

Lucy Clayton’s personal visit to the ward to apologize was something Yusuf Zuck wasn’t aware of. At the moment, he was sitting bored in a chauffeur’s waiting area, thinking about how to make money.

Indeed, although he had some income recently and had become a stockholder, Maurice Singleton had also sent him several million US dollars from overseas, his expenses were too high while his earnings were low. Thus, he knew that at this rate of expenditure, his savings would soon run out.

He also intended to acquire full ownership of the New Century hotel, buy property in Shanghai, and after the Spring Festival, he planned to gamble on stones. Therefore, soon there might not be much in terms of liquid funds left in his hands, and so, he must find a way to make money quickly.

Going to casinos was a one-off thing; he couldn’t always be gambling.

Yusuf Zuck was distressed all morning. Although he possessed many superpowers, these powers were not omnipotent. Being "Invisible" and having the "Divine Skills" of Telekinesis had nothing to do with making money. To make money, he needed to use his brain.

Of course, he also knew that his wealth would grow slowly. Next year, his pharmaceutical factory would turn losses into profits, and the year after, it would even start making money.

Once he acquired New Century, it would keep making money, along with the antique shop, the Hong Kong winery, and dividends from two banks. All of these would continuously increase his wealth.

However, he needed cash, a lot of liquid capital because his goals were ambitious. If he relied solely on these stock dividends, he might not realize his goals and revenge even if he lived to be a hundred.

At 11:20 AM, just before Ruth Wilcox was about to finish work for the morning, Yusuf Zuck received a call from Marlon Shepherd.

"Boss, I just got a call from Hong Kong. HSBC will hold its annual corporate meeting on January 15th and asked if you, as a stockholder, wish to attend." Marlon Shepherd now acted as Yusuf Zuck’s manager, helping him handle various affairs. Calls from banks like this came directly to him because he had left his contact information in the official documents.

"A corporate annual meeting? I don’t really understand, do I need to attend?" Yusuf Zuck inquired.

"Of course, you do." Marlon Shepherd chuckled. "At such meetings, you’ll meet other shareholders and some real tycoons. And let me tell you, not just anyone can squeeze into this kind of event. Some people would do anything just for a chance to show their face, but they end up getting turned away."

"Even though you don’t have a lot of shares, you’re still a minor shareholder, which means you don’t need a ticket to get in."

"Of course, you can also choose not to participate. No one would say anything about it, and you’d still receive your dividends as usual!"

"By the way, when are those two banks scheduled to distribute dividends according to the agreement?" Yusuf suddenly asked.

"The agreement stipulates that dividends are to be distributed each January, that is, this month. The exact day, however, will need to be announced by the Finance department. When the time comes, it’ll be directly deposited into your bank account. You’ll just wait for the SMS notification to see it!"

"So, does that mean I’ll have two large deposits coming in this month?" Yusuf asked excitedly.

"Yeah, probably. I’m not sure how much, though. I’m hoping you’ll tell me so I can try to calculate these two banks’ revenues. Actually, such income is top-secret; outsiders have no clue about it. But now that we have you as a minor shareholder, we can estimate how much the banks have made over the year based on your income!"

"Fine, I’ll tell you when the time comes. Also, hurry up and calculate the value of New Century’s shares for me. I’ll be waiting for your update."

"Uh-huh, I know. So, have you decided to attend the annual meeting? It might be a three-day event. If you decide to go, I’ll inform them so they can book your flight and a hotel room."

"I’m not going," Yusuf shook his head.

"Why not?" Marlon was taken aback by Yusuf’s response. He had already explained the benefits of attending the meeting; why wouldn’t the big boss go?

"I won’t know anyone there, and I’m really not a business-minded person. I don’t want to mingle with those elites. Why bother going? As long as I get my share of the profits, that’s enough for me."

"Alright, if you don’t want to go, then don’t. With your personality, you might not benefit much from attending anyway!" Marlon said with a wry smile.

"What about my personality, eh? What’s up with my personality?" Yusuf laughed and retorted.

"Even if you went, you’d be the smallest shareholder. If no one paid any attention to you, you’d just end up frustrated. So, it’s probably best not to go."

"Right, that’s the point. I’d rather be a big fish in a small pond than a small one in a big pond. What’s the point of being an accessory, eating and drinking with a bunch of strangers? Besides, I really have things to do now, might be busy for a couple of months."

"What is it? Have you got another investment?" Marlon asked curiously.

"No, I’m currently working as someone’s chauffeur; this company has strict rules, got to clock in every day..."

"Pfft... Seriously? Are you joking?" Marlon nearly choked.

"No joke, it’s for real. I’ve made a promise to someone, so it’d be bad to back out now. Alright, my boss has arrived," Yusuf said as he hung up the phone and stood up.

Because Ruth Wilcox appeared at the door and smiled at him.

Yusuf knew it was lunchtime, and Ruth Wilcox was ready to go out for a meal with him.