The Last Strike
Sweating profusely!
Mr. He Bosi, who was always very particular about his appearance, no longer cared about such things. He took off his hat and coat, leaving only a vest and a white shirt, and even tore the collar of the shirt open.
He stood outside the customs service counter, enduring a severe headache and suppressing his near-explosive anger, and asked through gritted teeth, "What's wrong with my paperwork?"
He slapped the stack of papers on the counter, looking pained.
Headaches have been bothering him for some time now. His Private Doctor told him that it was caused by his emotions and a sudden spike in blood pressure. He has started taking medication to lower his blood pressure, but it hasn't been very effective, and the headaches continue.
His head felt like it was splitting open. Sometimes he wished he could tear his scalp apart, find the crack in his skull, and smash his head open to see what was inside that was causing him so much pain.
He pursed his lips tightly, trying not to lose his composure; his emotions were on the verge of exploding.
The customs broker sitting behind the service window said unhurriedly, "According to the requirements of the Financial Management Committee, any amount exceeding 50,000 in cash leaving the port must be approved by the Financial Management Committee."
Currency is also a commodity, and a commodity with special characteristics. No country will allow currency to circulate illegally and recklessly, as this would seriously affect the order of a country's commodity and Financial Market.
In order to stabilize the domestic commodity market and the order of the free market, any large amount of cash entering or leaving the port must be reported.
Approval is required when entering and when leaving.
The staff member's statement did not violate any regulations, let alone constitute harassment; it was simply a matter of handling official business.
However, obtaining approval from the Financial Management Committee is not an easy task. It's not as simple as just telling the Financial Supervisory Commission that you want to depart and they will issue the approval. The whole process is not that straightforward.
From motives to purposes, a detailed investigation is needed. For example, why was such a large amount of money transported out of the port instead of through bills of exchange or promissory notes?
For example, how can you prove that the money you declared was definitely money you withdrew from the bank, and not proceeds from other criminal business operations? This investigation period can be very short or very long, and the determination of its nature depends entirely on whether anyone is willing to endorse it.
If, for example, Wo Delike is willing to endorse this matter, his reputation, social status, power, and wealth fully meet the conditions for endorsement, and the review process will be very short.
However, if problems arise and the Federal cannot find Mr. He Bosi, they will cause trouble for Wo Delike. Faced with such a considerable sum of money, most people would not be willing to step forward.
Without someone's endorsement, the process can be lengthy, taking anywhere from a few days to a month. The more money that needs to flow out, the longer the review process will take. What Mr. He Bosi lacks most right now is time. He simply cannot go through the Financial Supervisory Commission's approval process, so he has taken another route.
His hands trembled slightly as he pulled one out from a pile of documents and handed it over. "These are my previous customs declaration documents. I need to transfer that money. This complies with Federal laws and customs regulations, so you must let it through!"
He produced the document he used to apply for entry into the country. This document was crucial. He could bring in 10 billion and bring out 10 billion. The two complete sets of documents could fully prove the nature and legality of the money, and that it complied with Federal Law. Therefore, he did not need to apply for approval from the Financial Supervisory Commission; he only needed to file a record.
Filing a record is just a matter of making a phone call.
Mr. He Bosi suddenly slapped his temples hard, and a sharp pain made his vision go black. He quickly took out a medicine bottle from the pocket of his vest, took out a pill, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it.
A dozen seconds later, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt much better.
When he looked at the staff member behind the counter, he saw that the person was on the phone and seemed to be avoiding him. The young man's gaze kept sweeping over him, giving him a very uneasy feeling.
Just as he was starting to feel that something was amiss, two police officers appeared at the door—customs officers.
At the same time, Mr. He Bosi ' assistant ran in from outside—the police did not stop him; their target was not Mr. He Bosi ' assistant.
"Sir, our goods have been seized by the police..."
With a sudden buzz, Mr. He Bosi ' ears went completely silent, leaving only a ringing sensation. He watched as his assistant screamed at the top of his lungs, but to no avail! He nearly fell, but his assistant caught him. The police officers approached, one of them already with his hand on his gun...
Everything in front of him began to spin and distort, and Mr. He Bosi lost consciousness in a very short time and fell to the ground.
About an hour later, Mr. He Bosi ' condition stabilized, and he woke up from his coma, lying in bed with a medicine bottle hanging beside him.
The solution in the dropper kept dripping, and he felt very tired.
When his assistant saw that he had woken up, he immediately came over. Perhaps it was because he called out Mr. He Bosi ' name that the door to the ward was opened, and a Bureau of Investigation agent who looked like Federal agent looked inside before leaving.
"What's wrong?" Mr. He Bosi rubbed his head. "I don't remember very clearly. It seems like something happened, and then I collapsed. What happened?" He slowly raised his head and looked at his assistant.
The assistant's face still showed some fear. He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Our money has been seized by customs."
Mr. He Bosi seemed oblivious to the gravity of the situation, staring blankly at the ceiling. "What's the reason? Why would they do this?"
"The staff member who approved our entry is reportedly under investigation for suspected job-related crimes, and we've been implicated. Currently, the Federal Government believes our money was illegally imported, so we can't leave..."
"They mean that they can only determine whether we are suspected of bribery after they get the results of that staff member's interrogation, which will probably take a few days."
"Heh..." Mr. He Bosi suddenly chuckled, and after the laughter subsided, he abruptly pushed the medical equipment on the bedside table to the ground and roared, "A few days, a few days! Where am I supposed to get a few days for them to waste?"
A few days?
It won't take more than a few days!
Mr. He Bosi, in his anger, suddenly stopped moving. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, as if he had lost control of his body, with tears welling up in his eyes.
So this was your trap, Lin Qi? Just as I thought, a fatal blow!
But he still had a doubt. Although the stab was fatal, it was unlikely that he would fall down because of it and have a chance to catch his breath.
That's right, he can't get the money out now. He can't make money by short selling to make up for his losses. But as long as he returns the money to Lin Qi after the contract expires, all he has to pay is some agreed-upon interest, which is not enough to completely destroy him.
He will indeed be finished, but not completely! If all of this is truly Lin Qi's doing, he shouldn't have let him off so easily. Are there things he doesn't know happening or about to happen? At this moment, Mr. He Bosi had given up struggling. His only curiosity was how Lin Qi would deliver the final blow to him! Meanwhile, in the Royal Capital of Nagaril, the former cadres of the Nagaril Youth Party had assembled. Over the past few days, they had gathered in the Royal Capital from all over the country.
This is thanks to the Federal for bringing convenient and fast transportation. The advent of the railway shortened the distance between cities, making it easy for them to gather together.
Akumali also arrived. As the head of a province and a skilled driver, he would play an important role in this liberation cause.
He wanted to drive a truck through the palace walls, lead everyone inside, and overthrow this corrupt kingdom and its rule!
Although Akumali still somewhat hesitant at this point, he did not believe that changing the ruling structure through violent means would necessarily bring positive and upward changes to the lower classes of society.
During this time, he read some books from the Federal, and one viewpoint resonated with him deeply—peace and order should not be born from violence.
This viewpoint articulates a fascinating truth, which can be simply stated as "new life should not be born from destruction." If violence can foster peace and order, then that peace and order is false.
Just like Nagaril today, is peace and order born through violence truly peace and order?
No, that's not necessarily the case. If a new ruling class gains their status and power through violence, they will be more inclined to use violence to satisfy their demands.
If we want peace and order to come to this country, we should let peace and order be born through peaceful and orderly methods.
However, Akumali has not yet integrated and refined some of his ideas, and the chaotic situation in the country does need to be controlled. Perhaps he will gain some new insights in this huge transformation to improve his ideas! The time was three o'clock in the afternoon. Akumali put on his helmet, climbed into the hastily modified open car, aimed at the palace wall, and stepped on the gas.
The modified truck shot out of an alley like it was flying, and crashed hard into the palace wall in a deserted area.
The thin walls were no match for the products of modern industry; they were smashed open with almost no resistance.
Its designers never imagined that one day a group of people would smash through the palace walls and rush inside.
Large numbers of Nagaril Youth Party members, wielding clubs and even blades, rushed through the breach. Less than half an hour later, the entire Nagaril was shocked by the same news—
The palace was breached, King killed the Queen before taking his own life. Almost all the other members of the royal family were captured, and the royal family thus withdrew from the historical stage of the Nagaril United Kingdom.
Meanwhile, an organization calling itself the "Nagaril People's Congress Party" announced the takeover of the Royal Capital and actively called on the Provincial Governor of various provinces to put aside their prejudices and engage in Peace Talks.
For the Nagaril People, an era has come to an end!
We're short a dozen or so monthly tickets. Those who still have them, hurry up and cast them. Those who don't need them don't need to bother trying...