The Rise Of A Billionaire 1943
Chapter 69 - 78: Inviting the Wolf Into the House

Chapter 69: Chapter 78: Inviting the Wolf Into the House

Fat meat is delicious, but what’s even more important?

Of course, it’s North Borneo. That’s the real foundation of everything.

To truly get your hands on this prize, there are still many problems to solve. Even though Pierre had bought all the shares of the North Borneo Company and had even made connections with Truman, becoming his mentor, he still...

He had already established some connections with the Germans. As long as he was willing, after the war he could even directly assemble a group of elite German mercenaries.

But all of this could only guarantee getting a bite of the North Borneo Company’s "meat." What would it really take to digest that meat?

Of course, it all depended on people!

People!

They are the fundamental prerequisite for truly absorbing and digesting that fat piece of meat. Without people—or more precisely, without enough Chinese immigrants—the North Borneo Company would always remain a colony of outsiders.

It’s just like Israel after World War II. At first, there were only a few hundred thousand people. After establishing a nation through the so-called "partition," they immediately began absorbing Jews from all over the world, and in the end, it was thanks to several million Jews that they became the de facto rulers of that land.

Only when Chinese immigrants became the overwhelming majority in North Borneo could he truly digest that fat piece of meat.

So, the key was still immigration!

Previously, Pierre had been racking his brains over how to solve the immigration problem. But now?

He wasn’t worried anymore.

"With this as my stepping stone, I can blast a huge hole in the door back home!"

Sitting on the plane back to London, Pierre muttered to himself with considerable satisfaction.

This batch of supplies was a complete windfall!

So unexpected, in fact, that the system didn’t even give him any points as a reward. It seemed the system had absolutely no interest in things that just fell into his lap.

"What a pity. These supplies must be worth at least a hundred or two hundred million dollars! If I could exchange them for points, maybe I could level up three times in a row..."

But that wasn’t important. After all, for Pierre, compared to upgrading the system, what mattered more were the benefits this batch of supplies would bring—he could use them to exchange for immigrants.

After all, in China, the least valuable thing was people!

A few hours later, the plane landed at London airport. As soon as he exited, Pierre drove straight to the company. He had barely set foot in his office when a fragrant breeze rushed into his arms!

"Darling, you’re finally back!"

He didn’t even need to see her face; just from the pressure of her curves, he could tell who it was. Who else could it be but that little vixen, Jili?

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and a long drought welcomes sweet rain.

Even though it was in the office, once the door was closed, it had its own unique flavor. But they weren’t the only ones in the company—Stanna was there too. Soon enough, it turned into an all-out melee.

Sometimes, there are no winners or losers in war.

After everything was over, the office finally quieted down.

Who knows how much time passed before Stanna, finally coming back to her senses, seemed to remember something and said,

"Darling..."

"Hmm?"

Pierre opened his eyes, a bit puzzled.

"Is something the matter?"

"While you were away, someone kept coming to look for you. He introduced himself as being from the Colonial Office."

"From the Colonial Office?"

Hearing this, Pierre sat up straight, silently lit a cigarette, and frowned slightly.

"Did he say what it was about?"

"He said it was about the company, about North Borneo Company business."

What was bound to come, would come.

Taking a drag on his cigarette, Pierre’s brow furrowed even more. Now the British authorities were making a move.

What would Britain’s attitude toward the North Borneo Company be?

"As long as I’m here, we must uphold tradition and never relax in maintaining the integrity of the Empire."

That was Churchill’s stance on the colonies. But did Churchill know what was about to happen?

Churchill didn’t know that his British Empire was doomed to collapse, and even he himself would be abandoned by the people on the eve of victory. After all, no one was willing to bear a 99% income tax for the so-called "imperial glory."

Taking another drag, Pierre said,

"Just ignore him for now. If he comes again, tell him I’ve gone back to New York."

Right now was not the time to meet with Oliver Stanley, the British Colonial Secretary. Their so-called imperial pride hadn’t been broken yet. The initiative was still in their hands, and his own trump card hadn’t yet become an unbeatable one.

"Darling, are you leaving already?"

Jili, lying on the carpet, looked at him with big, pleading brown eyes, like a little puppy trying to please its master, full of reluctance.

"Mm."

Pierre nodded. He was itching to get back; if the plane wasn’t delayed for another two days, he’d already be heading straight for the Thames seaplane terminal, flying back to New York.

"Then, can you take me to New York with you..."

Before Jili could finish, Stanna cut her off and made the decision for Pierre.

"No way!"

Stanna sat up abruptly, a bit agitated.

"Jili, the company’s business has just started, and we can’t do without you. You know that Li has entrusted the company to us, and we have to do a good job for him, right? Besides, we still need to hire staff and get the North Borneo Company’s business up and running. If you leave, who will help me?"

What does it mean to invite a wolf into your house?

Now Stanna finally understood—Jili was that wolf, a she-wolf scheming to have Li all to herself!

She wanted to go to New York!

No way!

If I can’t go, neither can you.

Li, don’t you agree?"

After saying this, Stana looked at him pitifully and added,

"I really can’t do all this by myself."

"You can always hire more people, darling. You must feel so lonely in New York all by yourself—it breaks my heart..."

Caught in the crossfire of a battle between women, Pierre wisely chose not to get involved. Faced with their jealousy, he decisively took two necklaces out of his bag and said,

"Stana, Jilly, these are for you..."

He held up two diamond necklaces, one in each hand, which he had bought in Italy. Although not the most extravagant, each necklace featured three to four carats of diamonds—definitely not cheap.

They were gifts he had always intended for them.

"Oh my God!"

In an instant, Jilly forgot all about the trip to New York and everything else; her eyes were filled only with the diamonds.

It has to be said: diamonds are a woman’s spring tonic.

Faced with their enthusiasm, Pierre could only accompany them to the end...