Chapter 88: Shanghai Is A Bit Chaotic
Chen Yang’s purpose in establishing the foundation is to legally launder the money from Wanxiang Ju.
This era unlike the future world has no computer networks or mobile banking.
It only takes eight seconds to go around the Earth…
They want to turn the money from selling materials into legitimate income, either like Suzuhara Shingo.
Use multiple accounts, then deposit in small amounts, which won’t arouse others’ suspicion.
But the business of trading materials will definitely grow bigger and bigger, and the turnover will increase more and more.
At this time, continuing to deposit in small amounts is obviously unrealistic and too labor-intensive.
The purpose of the foundation’s existence is this.
These funds can be used for investment, and after going around once, they become legitimate income.
Suzuhara Shingo and the others are not professional personnel, so they can’t think of this method right away, and even if they do, it’s hard for them to implement it.
First, there is no professional personnel like Chen Yang among them; if they casually bring in someone, there is a risk of exposure.
Second, this method also requires a large amount of funds to support; Suzuhara Shingo and the people behind him have money, but it’s very dispersed, and if gathered together, the numbers would be extremely easy for the Special Higher Police Affairs to discover.
So, they have been unable to find a suitable way to launder the money in their hands.
Originally, Chen Yang had planned to utilize Wanxiang Ju and the underground money lenders in the black market.
However, after getting that five hundred kilograms of gold, his thinking immediately changed.
With this capital from the funds, plus helping the black market transport materials and the material support from Suzuhara Shingo and the others.
The funds in Chen Yang’s hands can fully establish a foundation company, which can legally manipulate large amounts of funds without being detected.
Even retreating ten thousand steps, even if someone really suspects it, they won’t find evidence.
Moreover, with so many people involved in these funds, if the people behind Suzuhara Shingo feel threatened, those people have the ability to eliminate these hidden dangers.
Chen Yang also wants to contact the forces behind Suzuhara Shingo, but unfortunately, the time is still too short, and the other party has not fully trusted Chen Yang yet.
Chen Yang can only take it step by step.
In the evening, French Concession Triumph Gate Restaurant.
Chen Yang and Lin Xueli sat at the pre-reserved table, silently drinking tea, each with their own thoughts.
Chen Yang was thinking about how to deal with the legal affairs from that Asia company later.
Lin Xueli was considering what method to use to find the missing special commissioner.
The rain outside had stopped at some point, the restaurant’s revolving door was pushed open, and a tall white man’s figure appeared before the two.
It had to be said that this foreigner’s features were indeed very distinctive.
His face was a typical square face, with hard and distinct contours, as if meticulously carved by the most demanding craftsman.
High cheekbones, clear and powerful jawline, and when the lines were taut, it exuded a cold hardness that kept strangers away.
Although his skin was fair, it was not the delicate white jade-like skin of Easterners, but a color close to pallid white.
The gaze behind the thin gold-rimmed round-rimmed glasses perched on his straight nose bridge emitted an air of arrogance.
“Taylor, here.” Seeing the person enter, Lin Xueli stood up and waved his hand.
“Oh, Mr. Lin, I came as soon as I got your telephone call.” Taylor and Lin Xueli were obviously very familiar.
“Mr. Lin, I hope you didn’t deceive me on the telephone; you should know that my time is very valuable.”
Saying this, Taylor took a small alarm clock from his clothes pocket, placed it by the dining table, and casually pressed the time button on it.
Lin Xueli complained: “Mr. Taylor, this isn’t the first time dealing with you; can’t you give me some face?”
Taylor laughed exaggeratedly: “Don’t you Chinese people often say that talking about money hurts feelings? I think money and feelings should be separated.”
“Money is money, feelings are feelings. Alright, our conversation is now being timed; Mr. Lin should be very clear about the rates.”
“Do the two of you have some issue you want to consult on?”
“Taylor, you’re at least a member of the Dutch Royal Family; how can you be so mercenary?” Lin Xueli shook his head and said: “This is Mr. Chen Yang, my cousin; he has something to ask you.”
“Just asking questions? Then I won’t earn much money?” Taylor seemed somewhat dissatisfied, sighed, and said: “Forget it, even a mosquito is meat; after all, Mr. Lin and I are old friends. Ask whatever you want.”
Chen Yang looked at the other’s money-grubbing expression without feeling displeased; instead, he became interested.
“Mr. Taylor, it’s like this: I want to know what process is needed to establish a foundation.”
“A foundation?” Taylor’s expression changed slightly; he looked at Lin Xueli and said: “Mr. Lin, it seems I need to apologize for my earlier words; you’ve brought me a big business.”
Shanghai, Gelin Gao Road, Zhang Mansion.
“Bang,” a exquisite tea cup was smashed hard on the ground, the huge noise immediately alarming the people in the living room.
“Master, what happened?” The butler of Zhang Mansion trotted forward and softly asked the ashen-faced Zhang Xiaolin.
“Such audacity, such audacity.” Zhang Xiaolin repeated these two phrases.
After a while, he laughed in extreme anger: “I’ve killed and set fires my whole life, done every bad deed, yet unexpectedly someone dares to extort me.”
“Is it the Japanese who have come in? They all think I’m easy to bully because of the Japanese.”
“Two hundred thousand silver dollars; they really dare to ask for it.”
“I tolerated the death of Xie Yuankui a few days ago, but this time they actually want to dig into my capital; they really think I’m dead.”
“Go, find Tian Darong; I don’t believe that in the entire Shanghai Bund, there’s anyone who dares to mess with me, Zhang Xiaolin.”
The butler was stunned; Tian Darong, nicknamed Tyrannosaurus.
This man was from Henan Province, practiced martial arts since childhood, and his kung fu was absolutely in the top three in the Green Gang.
Legend has it that his pair of iron fists could beat a raging mad cow to death.
He was also the strongest fighter among the Eight Vajras under Zhang Xiaolin, highly valued by Zhang Xiaolin.
The butler didn’t know what had happened yet, but calling on Tian Darong showed it was no small matter.
The butler gave an eye signal to the young servant nearby, who smartly ran outside.
At this time, a maid also brought a new cup of tea; the butler took the tea, waved his hand at the maid, signaling her to leave.
He handed the tea to Zhang Xiaolin with both hands and softly asked: “Master, calm down; there’s no one in the entire Shanghai who can rebel against you.”
“What exactly happened to make you so furious?”
Zhang Xiaolin took the tea from the butler’s hand, took a sip, seemed somewhat calmed, slowly exhaled a turbid breath, and said: “Damn it, some unknown weapon smashed the opium den on the Fourth Navigation Route, and they shamelessly demand two hundred thousand silver dollars in protection fee.”
“Otherwise, they’ll come make trouble every day; they’ve gone mad for money. I started out collecting protection fees, and now today, someone is collecting protection fees from me…”
