Whale Swallowing

The sudden turn of events caught many off guard. After attempting to storm the palace, the demonstrators who had besieged it left behind dozens of corpses and hastily departed.

A reporter from the Federal magazine "The Tidal Wave" captured this precious footage. When the incident occurred inside the palace, and someone announced that the King and Queen had committed suicide, the previously "calm" crowd began to storm the palace in a frenzy.

Their aim was not to respond to the so-called Nagaril People's Congress Party, but simply to take advantage of the chaos to gain some benefits; however, they failed.

At the end of the article, the reporter described the entire Nagaril People as "despicable".

In fact, it wasn't just ordinary people who were greatly shocked and stimulated; the people at the United Development Company were also a bit confused, as this wasn't the script they had arranged.

They arranged for some Nagaril People of a certain reputation who had secretly and completely sided with them to do this.

For example, those Nagaril People were left over from the last purge, those with close ties to the Federal, or those who were simply Federal lackeys, stepped forward.

It was these lackeys with popular support who overthrew the monarchy, thereby enabling the Federal Development Company to completely control the country through puppet regimes.

But an unexpected turn of events—the emergence of the People's Great Party and the Old King's suicide—made everything irreversible; now it's a very hot potato.

If the Old King were still alive, everything would still be negotiable. Now that the Old King is dead, some things are not so easy to discuss. Even the Federal Presidential Cabinet made a phone call to the Board of Directors of the United Development Company, meaning not to interfere excessively in the internal affairs of other countries.

The Federal will not allow the United Development Company to bear such a shocking burden as "subverting the regime of another country" and "assassinating the leader of another country." If something really happens because of this, the Federal Government will find some scapegoats from within the United Development Company and throw them out, while Nagaril's interests will also suffer a great loss.

Therefore, without finding the optimal solution, we can only take it one step at a time.

The day after the incident, Mr. He Bosi, who was far away in the Federal, saw the news in his hospital room. As the Federal's closest ally in recent years, Nagaril has considerable influence in the Federal society, so the news coverage tends to focus on these kinds of events.

Looking at the scene outside the palace under martial law, Mr. He Bosi sighed silently. The last piece of the puzzle was complete.

He suddenly became lethargic and lost all desire and determination to get back on his feet. All he wanted to do was lie quietly, and everything flashed through his mind.

Yes, the Nagaril United Kingdom has exited the stage of history, and Galil has become utterly worthless; there is no doubt about that.

If a country has "perished," how could its currency possibly be valuable?

In other words, the 10 billion Galil he was detained at the Border Crossing is probably only worth the price of a piece of waste paper now, nothing more.

So, is it possible for him to use these worthless papers to get those collateral back from the bank and from Lin Qi?

Obviously, that's impossible. They'll just ask him to produce an equivalent amount in other currencies, whether it's Federal Sol or fura, which would be a fatal blow to Mr. He Bosi.

That's something valued at over 40 million. Where is he going to get over 40 million Federal Sol from now?

If he can't get it, it means he'll default on the contract, and the penalty will still be 1% per day. It won't be long before he goes completely bankrupt!

The hospital room door suddenly opened, and his assistant rushed in, his face beaming with joy. "Mr. He Bosi, the customs court just called me. Our containers are ready to leave the port..."

Mr. He Bosi smiled, shook his head, pointed to his clothes, and his assistant brought them to him.

He pulled a silver cigarette from his clothes, lit it, savored the rich and lingering flavor on his lips and teeth, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and then sighed heavily, "Too late."

He smiled, as if making a final summary.

In fact, after careful consideration, he realized that he was ultimately too greedy and arrogant.

The first meeting with Lin Qi resulted in Lin Qi suffering a great loss, which instilled in him a deep-seated prejudice against Lin Qi. Yes, he never thought Lin Qi would be a big problem for him; he thought it was just a joke.

When they later met in Nagaril, Lin Qi's various demands were seen by Lynch, who was already prejudiced, as nothing more than a game of plunder!

Naïve, that was Mr. He Bosi's assessment of Lin Qi, and he also saw in Lin Qi a fatal flaw of gambling addiction.

So he agreed to the deal, his arrogance and prejudice causing him to overlook many small problems, such as his motives.

He couldn't see it, but thought it was because he didn't want to see it. He overlooked too many details like this, which led to his current blow. He's finished.

He breathed a sigh of relief, having lost all the money he had accumulated over the years, as well as the money from all his investors and a large number of businesses entrusted to him for management.

He doesn't need the Federal or Lin Qi to cause him trouble; his investors and his brother, who always pretends to be poor and honest but is actually about to become penniless, will all cause him trouble.

"I want to eat duck legs," Mr. He Bosi said suddenly. "There's a restaurant at 14 Central Avenue whose chef's specialty is roasted duck legs. Go order some for me."

Mr. He Bosi took out a few twenty-dollar Federal Sol from his pocket and handed them over. Seeing that his assistant seemed about to speak, he shook his head to stop him and patted his hand, saying, "Go and come back soon."

The assistant was somewhat confused, but he understood Mr. He Bosi ' attitude. He nodded and quickly left.

There was some distance from here to Central Avenue. Mr. He Bosi, who was sitting on the hospital bed, took a few Kolef and then turned around and sat up.

He went to the restroom, dressed neatly, and left the ward with his Walking Stick.

The hospital building is very tall. Firstly, the land in Bu Peien is too valuable. It would be a waste to buy a large area of land and only build some three- to five-story buildings. Secondly, the Federal medical group is not short of money.

The money they earn each year from those commercial Medical Insurance and medical services is unimaginable. People only hear about the joys and sorrows of real estate tycoons, but never pay attention to how much a hospital or a medical device company can earn each year. People subconsciously ignore this information, and even if someone tells you, you will ignore it.

The most profitable businesses in the world are medical care and funeral services, because no one can escape these two businesses.

Once on the rooftop, standing on the edge of the terrace, the howling wind made Mr. He Bosi ' clothes flutter wildly, and the solid color in his hand was burning rapidly, the wind fanning the flames.

He glanced down and saw several ambulances with their lights flashing, looking very busy.

Of course, things got busy. Galil was forced to exit the stage of history, and the Big Six Banks Federal banks immediately suspended all financial business related to Galil. The Financial Supervisory Commission even removed Galil's sign from the foreign exchange bulletin board. Bu Peien repeated the tragedy of two years ago.

Countless people lined up to go up to the rooftop, and then leaped with all their might.

Bang! The ground shook slightly, and blood splattered everywhere. The terrified driver swerved, causing a series of traffic accidents.

It was like the end of the world, or an invasion by evil spirits. People numbly climbed up and jumped down. Ambulances and Fire Truck were also in despair. They didn't have time to do anything.

This world...

hiss...

There's nothing left to miss!

Mr. He Bosi exhaled smoke, took off the solid-colored bag from his hand, and flicked it forcefully.

He tumbled down from the sky, his pure color tinged with sparks. He shook his head with a smile. He had lived a life of glory, but in the end, he fell into a pit. He blamed no one.

The forward tilt and rotation ultimately resulted in the same loud bang. His jaw was completely shattered, and his body slammed into the ground in an extremely contorted position. His two eyeballs were squeezed out under the immense pressure and rolled to one side.

The ambulance that rushed in from outside couldn't brake in time and thudded over the pile of mangled flesh.

A crazy day, a desperate day.

Soon, news of Mr. He Bosi ' suicide reached Lin Qi's ears. It was Mr. Truman who told him, since such a famous person had died in the Federal, there would always be some channels to report these things to him. Moreover, Mr. He Bosi was not just a famous person; he had also participated in this series of plans.

"I remember he doesn't have any relatives in the Federal ..." Lin Qi answered the phone while flipping through the newspaper.

"Yes, his relatives are all abroad. What are your thoughts?"

Lin Qi smiled. "I don't have any ideas. You can have someone ask his relatives if anyone is willing to take on this debt for him... well, the debt that keeps growing indefinitely."

Once the money is lent out, a calculated interest rate has already been generated. If someone is willing to pay several million in interest and over forty million in principal, then they can take back the properties that are mortgaged in the bank from Lin Qi.

Actually, this is a very profitable business; those items are worth at least 60 to 70 million to 80 million.

Mr. Truman scoffed, "I don't think anyone could come up with that much money all at once, especially at a time like this."

The Galil's soaring prices, coupled with the influx of international hot money, caused it to surge uncontrollably in its final stages. Many people joined this feast, and some even gambled away their entire fortunes.

Now that the Galil is about to collapse, the global financial system will be affected. In order to ensure that import and export trade reduces the losses caused by exchange rate differences, some foreign companies and banks that trade with the Nagaril have reserved more or less Galil.

Now it's all fucking over! There might be someone who can come up with that much money, but there's definitely no one related to Mr. He Bosi, no one with inheritance rights.

If he had, he wouldn't have needed to commit suicide.

"Does this mean I don't have to go and get another batch of waste paper to return to you?" Lin Qi closed the newspaper.

Under Federal Law, if a person dies without heirs and leaves no will, all of their belongings will be auctioned off.

The proceeds from the auction will be donated free of charge to Federal welfare agencies to support their daily operations.

For a small amount of money, you can buy 10 billion Galil, or five containers.

Lin Qi plundered tens of millions of dollars from this deal.

In the world of capital, exploiting workers is always a minor path; mutual encroachment among capitalists is the true path!

The rise of an era inevitably involves stepping over the corpse of the previous one!