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Chapter 512 - 512 83 The Man-Eating Wolf The Water of the Age Hunting Please Support Daily!_3

512: Chapter 83 The Man-Eating Wolf, The Water of the Age, Hunting (Please Support Daily!)_3 512: Chapter 83 The Man-Eating Wolf, The Water of the Age, Hunting (Please Support Daily!)_3 Accountant Jia’s multi-billion-dollar escape wasn’t accomplished alone; his sister, wife, and brothers were all involved.

Most of these people had fled to America before him, leaving him as the second-to-last to pull out, ultimately leaving his wife behind in the country as a target.

Elder Jia was ruthless.

The financial abyss he left behind was rumored in the underworld to be either thirty billion or more than seventy billion.

The former was the result of the collective liquidation of the LeEco Group, while the latter included the money from underground banks that had been swindled by Accountant Jia.

Just as the LAPD began to make arrests, a conversation was unfolding in the office of the hospital’s CEO.

“Mr.

CEO, thank you for your cooperation and for placing your trust in the LAPD.

We didn’t anticipate that they would happen to come to the hospital on the same day we took action.”

Jax was full of astonishment as he complained, while the CEO of the hospital smiled in response.

“Chief Jax, our hospital is also within the jurisdiction of the Niangniang Temple precinct.

Although this neighborhood has good security, we have too many different kinds of patients; many from the lower strata come here, which inevitably leads to some trouble…”

Listening to the music comprehends elegance, Jax realized that this CEO was a person capable of causing a stir.

“We could establish a training mechanism with the Niangniang Temple precinct to train your security personnel so they can meet more severe security challenges.

Of course, if there’s anything you need, feel free to call the Niangniang Temple precinct as well.”

Jax understood what these large corporations wanted, and what he was offering was essentially a special privilege—a security force certified by the Niangniang Temple precinct.

In other words, for ill-gotten gains, he had relinquished a part of the legitimate authority he held.

Trained security personnel are still security personnel; they have no special exemptions and must take responsibility for any trouble they cause, but the hospital, as the responsible entity, would have less liability with the precinct’s involvement—even if this involvement and exchange were irregular.

Jax: As for the new model of police-community partnership exploration, of course, it will be irregular, but we swear to God that our sole intention is to do the “right thing.” There might be some problems along the way, but those are the faults of the security staff, not ours at the LAPD.

“Mr.

Jax, once you’re done with this case, we could have a drink.

Which institution was it that did the physical exams for your Niangniang Temple precinct officers?”

—————–

While some wield the fire recklessly, others are bravely stealing it.

Zhao Hongjin was preparing to pick someone up from the airport, but she was accompanied by an entire assistant team arranged by CEO Cheng.

Although the fundraising for MAS was not very smooth and they didn’t get Geld from Geweil, they ultimately managed to gather thirty million dollars.

CEO Cheng and Mi’er contributed one thousand each, the Crusoe family contributed one thousand two hundred, and various small investors pooled together the remaining eight hundred—even Elder Er pitched in a little.

Many investors questioned the valuation of MAS, but Cheng Daqi and Temir, as shareholders, also invested; from this, they saw the confidence CEO Cheng and his founding team had in the company’s future, so the fundraising was not that difficult.

Thirty million dollars actually isn’t a lot, especially for MAS, which was about to enter an expansion phase that would require burning through cash—thirty million dollars might only last five or six months.

Fortunately, MAS was profitable, the more social media influencers they signed, the more fans they acquired, and the more income was generated.

In and out, according to Lisa’s estimation, MAS might not have to worry about funding for the next eight months.

Therefore, CEO Cheng arranged a professional team for Zhao Hongjin.

Security, drivers, filming crews, and so on—it wasn’t that CEO Cheng was being kind, it was that Zhao was too impressive.

Now she was the top social media influencer under CEO Cheng’s banner.

In historical or fantasy novels, the top performer in enterprises mainly staffed by women always receives special treatment from the boss.

Zhao, of course, wasn’t that kind of top performer—she gained followers through her abilities, and hence, received even more respect from CEO Cheng.

“Zhao, the filming for the entrepreneurship drama series will begin while you’re in the car, so you might need to adjust your seat.

Lean forward a bit, as this position might reveal the reflector board on the side.”

The photographer was still the Indian guy, Tejinder Don, who considerately gave advice to his prime model.

Everyone at MAS knew how much the boss valued this Chinese-American girl; almost every time she came to the office to film or record, CEO Cheng would appear promptly, bringing immense pressure to employees.

Although CEO Cheng stressed that every partner in the company was equal, no one dared to take the boss lightly.

Guided by the photographer, Zhao Hongjin struck the right pose, a tablet in her left hand and a burger in the right, showcasing her busyness during the entrepreneurial process.

“OK, Zhao, when you get out of the car, be mindful of the rhythm of your steps, just walk normally, but manage your expressions well, and make your strides slightly longer.”

Zhao’s face twisted into a grimace.

Damn it, the plan CEO Cheng arranged for her was really exhausting.

However, a fire-stealer fears no difficult journey, and Zhao was confident she could do well.

—————–

Accountant Jia’s driver parked the car outside the address given by his subordinate, which seemed to be a small restaurant.

The subordinate told him that they had found the organizer of the LGBT protest; it was simply a matter of venting.

Accountant Jia took a deep breath and stepped into the restaurant, while his driver stayed in the car, smoking.