Chapter 255 Casting a Net

Improved club.

A meeting place for high-class people in the paradise city of Narnia, this tall building stands on the busiest commercial street.

Those who come and go are the richest local elites and businessmen.

The main members who come here are naturally people who are in the rich circle. This is an entertainment place for them to eat, talk and play. Sometimes the members will organize some crazy activities.

Not only the freshest and high-grade parts are selected for the ingredients,

Even the slave girls who are shipped to Narnia every year are sent here first.

The best items are selected by the club members before they are allocated to the trading market.

There is only one rule here, everything you want can be bought with money.

If you have money, you can turn this island into a true paradise.

In the improvement club hall at this moment, many club members have already gathered.

Looking from the second floor, you can see the golden garden downstairs, and there are beautifully framed portraits in the corridor, and many people have come to the magnificent room at the end of the corridor.

There was Sullivan the banker, Dodge Morgan the drug planter, and some local gangsters, organizers of the money-lending industry . . .

The elite who went to the Jack Sparrow mansion party last time, as well as the very rich and famous in Mogadishu, gathered here.

While playing the popular game of poker, these respectable people talked about recent events.

"Do you remember that rich boy?"

Banker Sullivan played a poker, "How is he doing?"

"That kind gentleman has a lot of connections with the Church of Storms. After going to the slums, he even established a charity foundation." A well-informed person smiled.

"It seems that our Mr. Sparrow is really a smart man to transfer money from one hand to the other, so that he can perfectly avoid the link of paying taxes." Sullivan thought it was funny, the consistent behavior of rich people technique.

Capitalists who are keen on doing charity always have their own ulterior motives.

Relying on love can't gather the huge capital at hand.

The planter, Dodge, rubbed his beard under his chin, "You said that with the money in his hand, he is really capable of making 30 points of profit?"

"If he really has such abilities, our Lord Governor will go crazy, and I'm afraid he will make up for all the shortfalls in Narnia."

Members of the Improvement Club, everyone knows that the current colonial government in Lantis is having a hard time.

Compared with the past, an important source of income is missing.

Dodge, who runs the plantation, knows this best. The profits of anesthetics are dropping sharply every year.

But such a large-scale industry may stop again. So many machines, manors and manpower are countless costs.

Due to the policy reasons of some countries in the Northern Continent, the export of the narcotics industry has been transferred to domestic sales, in some sea islands or more backward areas.

Suddenly, an investor who knows how money makes money comes along.

Not to mention that they were shocked when they heard such a horrible profit, it was General Phyllis who paid more attention to this matter.

If he fails to hand over the money on time, the National Assembly will definitely impeach his position.

The reason why he didn't invest quickly was that he didn't trust the mysterious Mr. Sparrow, even though everything about him looked like a real rich man.

A gentleman of character, but that's just what it looks like.

When it comes to things like investment, you have to be careful and careful, and you should consider capital injection after careful consideration.

While Sullivan and others were still discussing this matter, a businessman engaged in the brewing business came to the Improvement Club full of joy, and he warmly greeted the important task of the club.

"Elanga, you look happy. I guess something must have happened."

Dodge smiled and greeted him proactively.

The rest remained silent, especially veteran capitalists like Sullivan, who didn't like this nouveau riche who relied on smuggling and selling alcohol. It was all luck that such a vulgar person could enter the club.

As for the bootlegger Elanga, whose eyes were almost narrowed into slits from a smile, he exclaimed proudly, "You guys will never guess how much money I have made recently, which is 20,000 crowns."

"Stop bragging, Erlanga, I've done the math. If your business can earn two thousand for a long-distance transportation, it's already pretty good."

Sullivan put down the wine glass in his hand and said calmly.

"Of course, thanks to Mr. Sparrow, I gave him the principal of 60,000 crowns. You would never guess that the money would become 80,000 in a week."

What?

What amazed everyone was not only the audacity of the smuggler, who dared to invest such a large sum of money into a stranger's business.

What shocked them even more was that Jack Sparrow's business turned out to be real.

The news exploded in the crowd like a blockbuster.

Even Sullivan, who has always been gentle and refined, suddenly stood up and asked:

"How many people are involved now."

"Some people have sold their belongings and invested in Mr. Sparrow's business, but he has set a limit on the number of people, and only people like me with sufficient cash flow can enter the game.

As for now, I am afraid there are not many places left. "

Erlanga, a liquor dealer who has never been taken seriously by members of the Reform Club, smiled smugly at these haughty bastards.

The rich people who were talking and laughing just now only saw the incredible in each other's eyes.

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No. 6 Mansion in Clear Water Bay.

Tu Fu sent away another wave of merchants who wanted to join his business.

Those little shrimps were all rejected by him. The ones who really caught his eye were at least rich people with assets of more than 100,000 kronor and who could easily invest tens of thousands of kroner in spare money.

How much money can those small businessmen with clinking pockets have.

If you want to squeeze it out, squeeze out the pockets of the rich and powerful in various industries.

When Tu Fu paid the first principal plus profit to the businessmen who invested in his business as scheduled, businessmen from all walks of life trampled on his mansion like crazy, crying and shouting to send money.

The specific process is all in charge of the professional fraudster Sophie, stuffing a lot of lottery tickets into their pockets, the more money stuffed, the more grateful Dade.

"Oh my god, do you know? Just this day, I have received 300,000 crowns." This huge amount of money made Miss Winster call the world crazy,

"I almost finished digesting the potion of Sequence 9."

"Oh, this is money from bankers, plantation owners, and underworld organizations, otherwise, who else do you think can come up with 300,000 kroner in cash.

Tu Fu was not surprised by this at all, nor was he afraid of their revenge, but muttered to himself, "It seems that the spell has already taken effect."

"Your theory is not difficult, but some of these investors are even financial people who have been in banks. They really don't understand such a simple method?" Sophie asked while counting the money.

"As long as there is the first person to eat the crab, the follow-up will lose their minds in order to eat the crab. Such a crazy profit point is enough to crush their sanity."

Tu Fu smiled nonchalantly, "Even if some smart people see the money pool's trick of increasing income and reducing expenditure, at least until I empty out Narnia, the really smart people will keep silent.

If someone loses, someone will make money. The bet is on the timing of entering the game. The game of drumming and spreading flowers has only begun. Those black-hearted maggots don’t want to make money from me. "

No one knows the lethality of this method better than he, a modern person.

From the appearance of the Ponzi scheme to his era, the anti-fraud propaganda has repeatedly succeeded.

It is not a simple interest game, it is the organizers who have captured the greedy side of investors.

When people have tasted the sweetness, they are willing to continue to invest, and they will never think that they are the last wave of people to enter the game, but they often die the worst with this mentality.

"Sophie, the situation in Narnia is very bad recently. I'm afraid something big will happen. We will run away after we finish this vote."

Although Tu Fu has already revealed part of the secrets of General Phyllis to the Church of Storms anonymously.

Soon, pirates will attack the Mogadishu Islands, and people suspected of being a secret organization will land in Narnia.

But he really can't guarantee the success rate of the Church of the Storms attacking the pirates raised by Landis.

While there is still time, it is better to speed up the scam process.

After hearing what he said, Sophie was surprised and said, "You still don't think you've earned enough. Isn't this money enough?"

"Almost all of them have caught the net, but there is still a big fish missing."

Tu Fu's eyes glanced out of the window intentionally or unintentionally, which was the location of the Governor's Mansion.

And his peripheral vision,

He even stayed for a long time on the famous work called "The Liar".