Thirsty …
Hungry!
It was so painful that he felt numb.
Lyme, who was tied to the chair, had his arms slightly swollen. He could barely feel his arms after such a long period of inactivity.
Maybe he was lucky, or maybe there was some kind of will that gave him a chance to live. He began to punch and release.
The pressure on his palms began to cause the blood to flow. After the blood flowed, his arms suddenly felt … a terrible pain as if boiling water had been poured on them!
He didn't know if this was normal, but he knew he had to do it.
He just felt a little thirsty and wanted to drink some water.
He licked his peeling lips and struggled to raise his head to look at the dark room, wondering if he would die here.
He had never thought that he would one day die in this dark room because of a legitimate job.
"Have I reached the end of my life?"
There were no summaries and memories of important life events like in movies. He only consciously sank, as if he was about to fall asleep.
The speed of his thinking began to change. The pain in his arms was also alleviating. The physical discomfort seemed to slowly disappear at this moment to match his desire to "sleep".
As long as he fell asleep, everything would be fine.
At this moment, the light in the room suddenly turned on. Lyme was a little surprised. Did he enter heaven?
When he raised his head again, he saw the person he didn't want to see the most.
"I don't care how much money you want, or what you want, save this person!"
The CEO called Lynch several times every minute. He even asked some people to meet Lynch, but unfortunately, he couldn't get what he wanted.
When he was rich, even if he farted, people would come over and say that his fart was very strong and that his body must be very healthy.
Now that he was facing a challenge from a capitalist tycoon, before he could say anything, some people covered their mouths and noses and carried him away quickly.
Cold?
Warm?
There was only helplessness.
The problem now was more serious than before. His brother told him that if he lost every minute, he had to be prepared to be hunted down by killers for the rest of his life.
The core foundation of a warlord was wealth and weapons. Except for the share of profits to shareholders, all the rest of the profits were invested in these.
If anyone had done their research, they would have known that they were the biggest customer apart from the military at all times. There was no other customer.
Every year, they would purchase millions or even tens of millions of supplies and armaments and transport them to Marillo. These arms and armaments would become the core force supporting one of the warlords to stabilize their rule.
Without every moment, Mr. CEO's brother, the warlord from Marillo, had to end the current situation.
Because without wealth, he could not continue to compete with the other warlords in such a tacit manner.
He did not have the potential and the ability to continue developing, so he had to take the initiative to start a war where the outcome was hard to predict. He could not continue to observe the changes in the situation until Marillo had the foundation to unify before starting the war.
Mr. President had been forced into a dead end. He couldn't even take out the money to fight against those malicious purchasers.
Whether it was the "poison plan" or the buyback clause, the core content was to burn each other's money. If the company didn't have the money to buy back the shares in the hands of the shareholders first, then these shares would fall into the hands of the purchasers.
This was inevitable. No one could make a fortune in front of others. According to the Federation's Financial Management Committee and financial regulations, once a malicious takeover began, it could not be easily stopped.
This was destined to be a tragic war, but they did not have the money in their hands.
What was even more infuriating was that the bank not only did not give him any help at this time, but also stabbed him in the waist, which made him unable to straighten his back.
The bank converted the previous loans into investment shares, which was one of the favorite things banks did.
When they lent money to a large company, there would be some relevant clauses. They had the right to choose whether the loan company would repay the bank's loan and interest after the debt matured, or exchange the bank's shares with the same price.
Of course, this kind of clause would often appear in the clause when the bank was relatively strong.
Every moment was very weak when they first came to the Federation. At that time, the bank lent them a large sum of money, and they did need some local financial power to become a part of them, so they made this choice.
The bank had been receiving dividends for so many years. In fact, the money they lent out had been earned back more than several times the principal and interest.
The supervisor in charge of this case had received a lot of bonuses and was allowed to buy the bank's shares and become a shareholder of the bank.
He thought that everyone could live peacefully, but he did not expect that at this time, the bank would activate the clause.
They asked Every Moment to return the money they borrowed and the interest as soon as possible, and also gave them a deadline. If they could not get the money, they would transfer the shares to anyone they saw fit.
This was a despicable blackmail. They had even been calculating compound interest on the money, which was an astonishing amount to today.
When it was good, everyone agreed.
When it was bad, everyone turned hostile. This kind of change made Mr. CEO have to restrain his violent side.
The only one who could save him now was Mr. Lynch. At least, that was what the people who could provide him with advice thought.
Compared to other financial groups or banks, Lynch had just received a few tens of millions of funds. Coupled with his own liquidity, he could raise hundreds of millions of cash at any time.
This money was enough to save Every Moment. At the same time, they could reach a partnership with Lynch and recover the points they lost on the pirate issue.
He needed someone to help him contact Lynch, and Lyme was obviously a good choice.
"We must cure him!"
Mr. CEO could not help but grab a doctor's collar and say.
The doctor did not mind at all. As long as the money was in place, he would not have any objections even if someone pulled his hair.
Next, the treatment team used their professionalism to let everyone know why high-quality medical treatment must be expensive.
The two-hour treatment cost Mr. CEO more than 100,000 yuan, which included special medicine worth a few thousand yuan, two needles, and the cost of some equipment.
After more than two hours, Lyme woke up.
His memory was still stuck at the moment when the room lit up. He had forgotten the scene when he saw Mr. CEO's face.
In fact, he had already lost consciousness at that time. These things would not stay in his memory.
"What happened to me?"
Lyme was a little confused. "Am I hurt?"
How should he answer that?
Mr. CEO immediately thought of an answer. "You fainted. I sent you to the hospital. They said that you were just a little thirsty."
Lyme licked his lips. There was indeed a lot of dead skin. He bit a small piece with his teeth and tore it off. It was an inexplicable pleasure.
After a moment of silence, he asked, "Am I free now?"
Mr. CEO nodded and said, "Of course, I'm deeply sorry for the misunderstanding between us.
"I've already investigated it. This matter has nothing to do with you and Mr. Lynch. It's our fault."
Lyme thought that he would be angry, but after hearing Mr. CEO's words, it was not as unbearable as he imagined.
He even smiled. "It's good that you've figured it out."
That was not good at all. Mr. CEO took the initiative to walk over. "I must apologize for my rashness. I will compensate you with one-thousandth of the shares …"
One-thousandth of the shares. This huge offer surprised Lyme a little.
While many people's eyes were still fixed on the concept of "percentage", the big consortiums had already refined the shares to one-thousandth or even ten-thousandth.
For example, the Duncan family's shares were in ten-thousandths. Because they were too rich and there were too many family members, each share would be one-thousandth or ten-thousandth.
It was the same for big companies. For example, the six major airlines of the Federation. Each bank had tens of thousands of shareholders. They had already refined the shares to one-hundred-thousandth!
In terms of market value, one-thousandth of the shares was worth one million yuan.
More importantly, he could rely on this one-thousandth of the shares every year to continuously earn dividends. When necessary, he could even sell it to repay money.
As long as he did not collapse at all, it was equivalent to keeping him alive.
If being beaten up could bring so many benefits, Lyme suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing.
"Then I thank you for your generosity, Mr. CEO."
Mr. CEO smiled. "I would like to apologize to Mr. Lynch personally. I wonder if you can introduce me to him?"
A little later, Lyme called.
He introduced himself. He had called Lynch before, so the maid knew him.
Lynch entered the study with a slightly playful look on his face and answered the call.
"I thought you were kidnapped. I was wondering why they hadn't asked me for a ransom when you called me."
Lynch joked. He knew where Lyme had gone and how he got there. It was just a small joke.
After all, no one wanted to live under someone else's "surveillance", even if it was not surveillance.
Lyme laughed a few times. It sounded like his mood was not too bad. "Some things happened that I don't know myself. The only thing I'm sure of now is that I broke a leg, but I also got more than a million yuan."
"Sounds good. If a leg can be exchanged for a million yuan, we won't need to import those beef from abroad from tomorrow onwards."
There were actually two meanings in this sentence. Lyme only understood one of them and did not understand the other.
In the end, he was silent for a moment before he said, "Boss, the CEO wants to meet you every minute."