Truth and Falsehood

In the bedroom on the second floor of an ordinary detached house, the Crown Prince's double sat quietly by the bed. On the two sofas by the window sat agents from the Federal National Security Committee Agent, who were "coaching" the Crown Prince to understand the current situation.

Based on the results of their investigation over the past two days, this person is indeed the Crown Prince without a doubt. His teachers, classmates, and even neighbors are all quite certain that this person is the Crown Prince himself.

I thought this would be a rather troublesome capture process... No, "capture" seems a bit inconsiderate and inhumane; "protection" is a better word.

To prevent attacks on the Crown Prince, the rightful heir to the Nagaril royal family, by extremist Anti-Government Armed Forces, the Federal Government has approached him, offering protection and promising to help him return home to inherit his rightful power.

In this process, it is necessary to make the Crown Prince realize that he doesn't actually have many choices.

The National Security Committee did not present the operation with too much difficulty before assessing it. Someone who enjoys living in a developed country and has received advanced education should be more able to understand the greatness of the Federal, and persuading him should not be too difficult.

Indeed, after the National Security Committee Agent found him and had a brief conversation with him, he agreed to comply with the Federal's demands and was willing to accept the new identity offered to him by the Federal government, becoming a Federal citizen.

In addition to these, there are other rewards, such as money, but these are just peripheral.

"You just said...", an agent from the National Security Committee flipped through his previous notes, "...you have a double, right?" He looked up at the Crown Prince, his eyes sharp and piercing.

This is what the "Crown Prince" told them that night, saying that he had a double hiding in the shadows, and that this double was arranged for him by the royal family.

According to the Crown Prince's account, his younger brother, the Second Prince, was secretly very dissatisfied with him and even sent assassins to kill him, all because of his identity.

As the King's eldest son, he has the right of succession that best conforms to Nagaril's culture and traditions, and no one can deprive him of this right of succession until he dies.

However, he had always lived abroad, Second Prince had taken over his political position in the country. If the Second Prince wanted to advance further, he had to eliminate the Crown Prince who stood in his way. To prevent him from being assassinated, the Old King arranged a body double for him.

He doesn't know where his double is, but he thinks this information is important, so he tells the National Security Committee's agents.

Having confirmed this, the National Security Committee agent stood up, went to another room, and dialed the phone on Mr. Truman's desk in his office.

"Mr. Truman, according to the Crown Prince's statement, he has a double employed by the royal family. We believe this double poses a certain risk to our plans, and we need a domestic security assessment..."

He didn't finish his sentence. Any matter that rises to the level of National Security assessment means that there is a possibility that military action may be needed to eliminate the threat.

Mr. Truman was the Commander of the entire operation, and he also had deep connections in the military. The military made up a significant portion of the National Security Committee, so the call was made directly to him.

"I understand, wait for my message..." After hanging up the phone, Mr. Truman immediately instructed the people in the operations command office to begin assessing the risks.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the message was relayed to the Ismaili side.

"If you can capture them alive, do so; if you cannot capture them alive, you are permitted to kill them."

With the protection of the Federal people, he felt very safe. As he walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside, a leisurely smile appeared on the corner of Crown Prince mouth.

Who could have imagined that after studying silently in place of the Crown Prince for so many years, he would suddenly have the opportunity to be promoted?

At first he was a little scared, but he quickly convinced himself that the fact that the Federal people had come to him meant that the Crown Prince had not actually been exposed. In other words, everyone in the world believed that he was the Crown Prince!

He had a huge advantage! His classmates, teachers, neighbors, and even the letters he wrote to that old man and his brothers and sisters were all evidence that he was the Crown Prince of Nagaril! An ambition that should not have existed in his heart began to change under the catalysis of desire.

He would replace the Crown Prince, become the true Crown Prince, and then live a prosperous life in the Federal in anonymity.

The stand-in who had lived in Yis for many years did not like that country with its strict hierarchy and social order. If he wanted to live in a developed country, he would need many conveniences.

Status and money—these things are now readily available; he's willing to take the gamble.

For him, the price of impersonating the Crown Prince was simply being discovered, but more likely it would be that he would actually replace the Crown Prince.

If he hadn't impersonated the Crown Prince, he might have faced danger—danger from the Federal, and danger from the Crown Prince himself.

So he took the gamble and went all in. Now was the time for him to reap the rewards. As long as he finished the diplomatic formalities with the Federal the next morning, he could leave port and return to Nagaril to begin his "reign".

Then, four years later, he began a new life in the Federal.

Just as he was envisioning his future, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure across the street from his window.

Instinctively, a chill ran down his spine, and a shiver from the depths of his heart almost made him scream. It was the real Crown Prince!

The Crown Prince also saw his double and wanted to talk to him, but the Federal's protection was too tight, making it difficult for him to go in directly.

He was surrounded by Federal agents and could only catch a glimpse of them from afar.

He seemed to be trying to express his thoughts through some body language, to talk to the other person, when he saw the stand-in pointing at him from behind the window.

In that split second, he took off running, breaking out in a cold sweat, which made him realize that some things are irreversible.

Soon, several Federal agents appeared from the surrounding area and gave chase. The "Crown Prince" was also moved to another location. The "Crown Prince," whose head was forced into an armored vehicle by Federal agents, breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, he was "safe."

This matter naturally reached Mr. Truman's side, whose response was to "send him back to Nagaril as soon as possible."

The following morning, the "Crown Prince" signed a statement at the Ishmael customs office voluntarily agreeing to leave with Federal Government staff and embarked on his journey home, while the real Crown Prince was still being pursued and intercepted.

On that very day, Lin Qi arrived at the headquarters of the Gold Corporation to take over the benefits he had gained from his game with Mr. He Bosi, namely, a mortgage of tens of millions of dollars.

"Mr. Lin Qi, it's nice to see you again!" Carl, the financial director of Jinhui Bank, led his staff to greet Lin Qi outside the bank's headquarters, which was enough to show how much the entire bank valued Lin Qi.

Even disregarding his power in Nagaril and the United Development Company, this mortgage alone brought the bank millions in revenue.

It's important to understand that in a highly commercialized society like the Federal, services are never free. Lin Qi commissioned a bank to conduct the assessment, and the bank would certainly charge a fee based on the total amount.

Besides this part of the income, Lin Qi once again proved his "worth". That's how banks are. They like to associate with the rich and stay away from the poor. They will show enthusiasm and passion to the rich, but they will only be indifferent to the poor.

Forget about needing to borrow money when you have nothing to eat. Even if you're seriously ill and about to die, and desperately need money for medical treatment, the banks won't lend you money. They'll just watch people die and then auction off their property based on the medical expenses they can't afford to pay.

Banks are the best accomplices of capital, and also the Executioners reap the wealth and future of ordinary people.

Lin Qi got out of the car and shook hands with Mr. Carl. The two then entered the building, escorted by some staff members.

"We've cleared out a conference room just for you today, Mr. Lin Qi, this way please..." He led Lin Qi into a room on the right side of the lobby on the first floor.

As soon as the door was opened, one could see that there were already some people inside, who were examining documents, which were collateral signed by Mr. He Bosi himself.

From jewelry to real estate to land, the variety is endless.

Because these things involve so many categories and contents, and are so important, Lin Qi will definitely be there today.

The staff first brought over some handy items, with red velvet trays displaying famous watches, jewelry, and gemstones from all over the world.

These items are small, but quite valuable.

"Here are items of value... Mr. Lin Qi, please take a look. If you have no further comments, please sign your name here..." the staff member said, introducing the items and their value while reminding Lin Qi to sign.

Lin Qi casually played with a Yellow Gem carved into a lion's head, about the size of a child's fist. It was clear that each of its previous owners had taken good care of it; there wasn't a single stain or fingerprint left.

At this moment, Mr. Carl, who was sitting next to Lin Qi, said with a smile, "Mr. Lin Qi, our headquarters has the most reliable vault and safe deposit box services in the Federal and even the world. At the same time, our vault security is one of the few units that is authorized to carry and fire guns in Bu Peien."

"If you don't plan to deal with these things for the time being, you can rent a vault or a safe here to store them."

"At the same time, we promise that no matter where you are, as long as you need it, we can deliver what you need to you as quickly as possible..."

Opening a vault at the headquarters of Jinhui is not something that can be done casually; it requires sufficient social status and influence, and the price is also quite high.

The storage and service fees, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of yuan per year, are enough to deter many people.

Lin Qi casually tossed the Yellow Gem lion head back onto the red velvet cushion and nodded nonchalantly. "I think it's fine!"