Wesley had an unfathomable smile on his face. His right index finger tapped the table lightly, as if waiting for the man kneeling in front of him to say something.
The Asian man kneeling in front of him finally opened his mouth. "I really, really don't have any more money to continue repaying. Sir, all these years, I've worked my heart out in this business. Two years ago, I already repaid the ten million USD capital from Godfather, as well as the 23 million USD interest … But these two years, you still won't let me go …"
"Cui Zhijing, I think you've really forgotten your roots." Wesley laughed coldly. "That year, when Godfather gave you ten million, you had nothing. He trusted you so much. Do you think 23 million USD interest is enough? Furthermore, I remember that two years ago, when you repaid the money, Godfather only took back the ten million USD capital. As for the interest, he said you could continue to use it. "
Hearing this, Cui Zhijing was a little emotional. "That's what Godfather said at that time! But he didn't say that he would continue to charge me interest for this money! "
Slap —! Wesley slapped the table fiercely. "Are you talking to me loudly? Slap me. Boss Cui, you have to think carefully. But you owe us money. It's not me who owes you money. "
Seeing Wesley's stern face, Cui Zhijing did not dare to be rash. The other party had so many guns pointed at his head.
"Do you think Godfather gave you the 23 million dollars for nothing? Have you ever thought about what we do for a living? "Wesley said," We do business. Godfather is not a philanthropist! Of course, there must be interest for this money too! Godfather will continue to let you use it. That's your honor! "
"But this interest is too high, right?" Cui Zhijing spoke without much confidence. "I've already repaid hundreds of millions of USD because of this 23 million. Now, you want to give me so much money to settle it all at once. I really don't have that much money."
Wesley laughed coldly. "You can sell the company and all your fixed assets. It's impossible to not get enough money."
"Then I'll have nothing!" Cui Zhijing exclaimed.
"Didn't you have nothing back then too?" Wesley snorted. "Why? You're used to the life of a rich person and don't want to be poor anymore? Then scram back to your motherland, North Korea. This is New York, the law of the jungle! It's not like your Jiangnan District, where a random fatty can make millions just by doing a horse dance! "
Cui Zhijing was afraid. He was afraid that he would become someone who had nothing. "Mr. Wesley, give me another chance. Leave me some money. Can I continue to borrow? Just think of it as me returning the money to my godfather and then lending it to me, okay? "
Wesley raised his head and laughed loudly. "Hahahaha! Cui Zhijing, I just said that my godfather is not a philanthropist. You are not the same as you used to be. Cui Zhijing, you had the ability, the drive, and the determination to make a name for yourself on Wall Street! That's why Godfather appreciates you, thinks highly of you, and knows that lending you money won't go to waste. "
"I can do it now too. I really can. I beg you, Mr. Wesley. Please tell Godfather that I still won't let him down!" Cui Zhijing knelt on the ground and moved two steps forward, but he was immediately forced to stop by the guns raised by the people around him.
"Now?" Wesley smiled disapprovingly. "What do you think you have now? You are no longer the Cui Zhijing who was full of drive back then. Ever since you were swallowed by the huge pressure on Wall Street, you would do anything for money. The huge pressure made you unable to breathe. You could only use marijuana, crystal meth, and all kinds of heroin to relieve the huge pressure in your heart … "
Cui Zhijing was stunned. He had been addicted to drugs for more than a year. In this year, his drug addiction doubled every month.
Wesley stopped smiling. "Do you think we don't know what kind of state you are in now? Cui Zhijing, while you still have enough money to repay your debt and haven't been ruined by your drug addiction, it's better to return it to your godfather as soon as possible. Otherwise, this little life of yours might not be able to wait for your next drug addiction to act up. "
Cui Zhijing's entire body was almost paralyzed.
Wesley was right. Randolph was definitely not a philanthropist. He knew that there was profit to be made, so he lent money to Cui Zhijing. If Cui Zhijing could always maintain himself as a money-making machine, he might have been recruited by Randolph to become a core member of the Gambino family.
However, it was a pity that Cui Zhijing was suppressed by the huge pressure on Wall Street and could not adjust himself. He walked the path of drugs.
Once he stepped on this path of no return, he was considered to be crippled. Randolph could not believe that the money in his hands could be invested in the hands of a drug addict and still be able to earn double. The Gambino family's biggest business was smuggling drugs in Latin America. Thus, he was very clear about what a drug addict would become in the end.
Rather than letting Cui Zhijing lose his family assets, company, and all his money on drugs, it was better to hand it all over to him now. Let this person who was capable but could not withstand the temptation of the big world and the huge pressure from Wall Street become a pauper again.
Perhaps this was his fate in this life!
Wesley pushed a contract in front of Cui Zhijing. "Sign this contract and everything you have will be transferred to us, including all your savings and fixed assets. Because you have to leave New York and go back to Korea. Do you understand what I mean? "
After pausing for a while, Wesley continued, "If you don't sign it, then don't blame me for being rude to you now."
After saying that, Wesley directly took a gun from his subordinate beside him and pointed it directly at Cui Zhijing's head. "You know, I will really kill."
Cui Zhijing's mind was blank. He did not think about anything at all and signed his name on the paper that Wesley pushed to him. He did not even look at what kind of "contract" it was.
After Cui Zhijing finished writing, Wesley's face finally revealed a satisfied smile. "Boss Cui, this is your will. Do you want to take a look at it again?"
Will? What did that mean?! Cui Zhijing's mind was blank. He raised his head and looked at Wesley in a daze. On the other hand, Wesley stood up slowly and walked to Cui Zhijing. He took out a snow-white square handkerchief from his pocket and gently covered Cui Zhijing's face.
Cui Zhijing knew that he could not avoid everything that was going to happen.
Wesley pressed the handkerchief between Cui Zhijing's eyebrows with the handkerchief in between. He gently pulled the trigger! After the gunshot, the handkerchief covering Cui Zhijing's face was slowly soaked with blood. On the wall behind Cui Zhijing's head, there were traces of blood that spurted out.
Wesley returned the handkerchief to his subordinate and said calmly, "Change the wallpaper on the wall immediately tonight. Drag the corpse back to his house and create the illusion of suicide. Be careful, don't leave any evidence. Understand? "
"Understood!" A few of his subordinates nodded.
After saying that, Wesley picked up the will that Cui Zhijing signed and muttered to himself, "I really did not expect that this kid could still let Godfather earn such a large sum of money before he died. Hehehe, it would be better if there were more people like him in Wall Street in the future."
Just when Wesley thought that everything was fine, the office door was pushed open. A man and a woman walked in one after another. The man had a strange smile on his face, while the woman's face was cold and heartless. However, one had to admit that this woman looked good. She could be called a perfect oriental beauty.
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