Chapter 140 Revenge, It's Never Too Late
[What's up?] Noah replied to the message. [Well, as the owner of a Rolls-Royce, you are our Shark Live VIP customer. We would like to invite you to visit our headquarters. If we have any shortcomings on our platform, you can point them out at any time. Of course, there are many talented livestreamers at our headquarters, all of whom are fans of you! If they find out you're coming, they’ll probably be thrilled!]
[Any of these livestreamers can fulfill any of your requests.] The administrator replied. The message was direct and bold, with no attempt to hide anything. They were trying to please Noah so they could keep him. Someone who could give one million dollars worth of gifts every day was a fantastic asset for any livestream platform.
[I understand, I'll come over when I have time,] Noah casually replied and put his phone down. In the following days, Noah enjoyed a leisurely time.
Every day, he would sunbathe, play chess, and take leisurely strolls with his wife, feeling content.
Daniel's 500,000 dollar that was swindled had been recovered by the police and returned to his bank account.
In response to this, Daniel's face brimmed with joy as he announced to everyone that he had become a fan of the owner of the Rolls-Royce.
If anyone dared to say that the owner of the Rolls-Royce was not him in the future, he would confront them.
Every day he sat on the sofa, watching videos of the owner of the Rolls-Royce, leaving likes and comments below the videos. He even joined the fan group for the owner of the Rolls-Royce and was truly a die-hard fan.
Meanwhile, Samuel called Noah, telling him that the first shareholder meeting of the Oceanbridge City Development Bank, a joint venture between Noah Capital, state-owned bank capital, and the Lopez family, was going to be held. He asked if Noah wanted to attend.
Noah politely declined, as he wasn't very interested in meetings like that and preferred to continue living a relaxed life.
His days were peaceful, but during this period, there were turbulent undercurrents throughout Oceanbridge City.
With Luke's death, the remnants of his forces were suddenly left without a leader.
Some of these forces splintered, while others were silently swallowed up by other prominent figures in the city, integrating them for their own use.
...
One day, Noah was sunbathing in the yard.
His phone suddenly rang.
"Noah."
It was Mason. "We have successfully incorporated the remnants of Luke's forces. Sixty percent of his manpower is now under our control, and the industries he operated have essentially fallen into our hands."
Noah nodded. "Well done. However, Luke mainly operated in industries such as usury, online lending, and financial fraud. With the current strict crackdown on illegal activities and the fact that these industries profit from exploitation, we must put a complete stop to all usury and online lending companies. From today onwards, we should not be involved at all."
"Alright, Noah. I’ll start working on it immediately," Mason affirmed.
If Mason were younger, he might have been reluctant to cease these industries. After all, they brought in insane profits. However, in recent years, he had frequently read Buddhist scriptures and firmly believed in the concept of karma and retribution. He was also averse to those industries.
"Okay, I'll let you go then."
Noah hung up the phone and stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Mason had been calling him regularly these days, expressing his desire to leave the underworld and asking Noah to recommend someone to take over his position.
Now, Mason seemed like a monk, detached from worldly desires, only seeking a secluded life. Noah felt somewhat helpless.
As for the choice of the successor, Noah already had a plan in mind, but the time was not yet right.
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Oceanbridge City Development Bank Tower.
Troy stepped out of the conference room, exuding confidence and walking with a spring in his step.
"Mr. Troy! Mr. Troy!" a voice called from behind.
Troy turned around to see a young man standing there, wearing a flattering smile on his face.
"Hey, Alex!" Troy asked, "What's up?"
This young man, Alex, was a bank reserve manager with moderate capabilities but excellent skills in currying favor.
So, Troy had a good impression of this competent subordinate.
"Well, some resolutions were made at the shareholders' meeting. Can you tell me about them?" Alex rubbed his hands together, his smile widening.
"Haha, I knew you'd be well-informed about everything," Troy smiled. "There were many resolutions at the meeting, but I'll pick two that concern you and me to share with you.
"First, I’ll become the bank president. And second, you, as the reserve manager, will become the bank's official manager!"
"Ah!" Alex exclaimed in excitement. As the bank's official manager, he would earn a yearly salary of five to six hundred thousand, not counting some undisclosed income.
"Thank you, Mr. Troy! Thank you!" Alex hastily expressed his gratitude. "If it weren't for your careful guidance, I wouldn't have been able to become the manager!"
"No need to thank me. You are, after all, my person. Since I’ve become the president, your position will naturally rise as well." Troy waved his hand, implying a deeper meaning. "Our bank is a joint venture with various internal factions. Although I am the president on the surface, other important departments and positions are occupied by people from state-owned banks and Noah Capital. We are mutually restrained. You know what to do in the future, right?"
"Yes, I understand perfectly!" Alex nodded and bowed. "From now on, I will be on your side. I will prioritize your interests in everything I do. I will wholeheartedly serve the president!"
Troy nodded with satisfaction. Alex was a wise person.
"I've been busy with the shareholders' meeting and have neglected some important matters recently." Troy's eyes turned cold as he remembered the incident at the Golden Luxe Hotel. "Revenge can always be exacted. Once I'm done with my tasks, it will be time to deal with you, Noah," Troy muttered to himself. "Alex, come to my office for a moment."
"Okay!" Alex excitedly followed Troy to the president's office.
"After work tonight, I want you to find someone with connections in the gray area and bring this person to me." Troy produced a photo and handed it to Alex.
"Lisa?" Alex's eyes widened as he looked at the person in the photo.
"What? You know Lisa too?" Troy was surprised.
"Of course, I know her very well!" Alex replied.
Alex smiled and said, "I grew up in the same village as Lisa. I knew her father, Daniel! To be honest, a few years ago, Uncle Daniel wanted me to marry Lisa, but she didn't agree and ended up marrying a loser named Noah!"
"Really?!"
Troy's eyes lit up, his brow suddenly furrowed. "Do you still like Lisa now?"
"I haven't liked her for a long time." Alex waved his hand. "I'm already married! I have a house, a car, a happy family, and my wife is very beautiful. Of course I don’t like her anymore.
"She married that loser Noah, so she’ll definitely have a tough life ahead. I just hope that if she encounters any problems, she won't come to me and cause me trouble."
