Chapter 331 The Beast Among Beasts Madison: That's not necessary. Maybe you can come to my place and wait for a while. Our friends will bring the Colombian congressman to discuss this matter in person. Madison: But I need to remind you that although the Colombian government has agreed to transfer Silver Island, those guerrillas are not so easy to deal with, and government departments will not take the initiative to send troops to help you expel them. If you can't deal with the guerrillas, then you are just spending 2000 million to buy a blank contract, a verbal contract, which is equivalent to a blank check that cannot be cashed. Zhang Ailun: Of course I know that. Whether the investment does not pay off or the guerrillas try to retaliate, the risk is my own. I will solve this matter privately. I don't need the help of the Colombian government. I just need their official statement. I can go to your place now. Is my gun still on your plane? Madison: Your equipment is indeed with me. It was found by the security personnel. It seems that you were in a hurry to get off the plane yesterday and forgot to take it with you. I didn't see any reminder to you. Don't worry, I have kept it now. You can come and take it away anytime. Zhang Ailun: Ok, just because I didn’t carry a gun, I was almost robbed at knifepoint by several black people on the street last night. Madison: Hahaha, there is such a thing? I am shocked! The streets of the West Coast at night are like this, haven't you gotten used to it? I guess you are fine now, otherwise you wouldn't insist on coming to my place, and you should be lying in bed. Zhang Ailun: I'm used to it, man. I'm fine, don't worry. If my people hadn't arrived in time, those black people would have definitely left something behind instead of being taken away by the police with minor injuries. Madison: I could see that their fate was not going to be good. But you didn't choose to take them to a private island for revenge? Zhang Ailun: Do you think I am you? I don't grow cotton on my island, so what do I need them for? I'm not interested in supporting them for nothing. This is not the era of maritime trade. Madison: You're right! After chatting for a few more sentences, Zhang Ailan put away his phone and asked Sig to drive to the suburban hangar. By the way, he sent a message to Bailey, asking him to come over and help fly the plane.
After arriving at the destination, Zhang Ailun got out of the car, waved goodbye to Sig, and let him drive back to Los Angeles by himself. After entering the hangar password, Zhang Ailun walked into the hangar and found several Beggar Gang disciples maintaining the aircraft. There was also a Black Hawk helicopter and a Cirrus SF50 Fathead Shark parked inside. Another Black Hawk helicopter was flown by Bocteau to Texas to help Jimmy deal with the Aragua Fire, but he hasn't returned yet. When the Beggars' Sect disciples saw their leader coming, they waved and greeted him enthusiastically. Zhang Ailun also nodded and asked someone to pull the Cirrus bighead shark out. I boarded the plane directly and waited in the cabin for a while, then I saw Bailey driving a pickup truck over. Bailey parked the pickup truck in the hangar, handed the car keys to the Beggars' Sect disciple, and boarded the plane directly and sat in the driver's seat. He greeted the chief leader, fastened his seat belt, adjusted the electronic equipment, and then asked, "Boss, where are we going?" "Go to Collector's Island in Madison. I have something to do." Zhang Allen said. Then he put on his sunglasses and closed his eyes to rest, "Call me when we get there." "Ok." Bailey agreed, started the plane with ease, sprinted a distance on the airport runway, and as the air pressure changed, he looked up and flew into the clouds, heading for Madison's Collection Island. after an hour. Arriving at Madison's private island, we could see the outline of the island on the sea level from a distance. Bailey woke up the chief, then contacted the people at the island tower. After getting permission to land, he slowed down, dived down, and landed smoothly at the airport. Zhang Allen stretched, unbuckled his seat belt, got off the plane, and saw several bulletproof cars parked next to the airport. Madison got out of the car, waved when he saw the chief, and said with a smile: "I calculated that you would be here soon, so I was waiting here in advance. Here, this is your equipment, return it to its original owner." Exchanged the tactical chest bag to the chief leader. Zhang Ailun opened it and took a look, and found that all the equipment was intact. He teased, "Why, do you want me to give you an award?" "That's not necessary. Once you have conquered Silver Island and really dug out valuable silver coins, just give me a few." Madison laughed. "Has our guest not arrived yet?" Zhang Ailun glanced at the female assistant next to him. A new face? This old Deng is still in good shape.
"This is Follett's female assistant. She came to tell me about the incident in advance. Follett is the tycoon in the fruit business in Colombia." Madison introduced. "Really? I thought it was your new female assistant. Hello, I'm Hamburger Juankin." Zhang Ailun smiled and shook hands with the female assistant. "Hello, Mr. Kim. Our boss is now on his way here with a Colombian congressman on a private plane. They will arrive in an hour at most." The female assistant said hurriedly. "It looks like we have to wait a little longer. Old Mac, have you prepared any exciting programs?" Zhang Ailun smiled and asked Madison. "I don't have the hobby of reporting banquets during the day. Maybe we can ask Prian for his opinion?" Madison said humorously. The chief leader agreed with this proposal and nodded, "We do need to respect Mr. Prian's opinion. After all, without him, I can't find such a good private island location. It just so happens that I also want to interview Prian again, so let's go over now." "Get in the car!" Madison laughed and got into the Cadillac. The chief and Bailey also got into another bulletproof car. The female assistant thought it was some distinguished guest, so she also followed him in the car. However, she didn't expect that the distinguished guest was indeed there, but his appearance was so strange! Arriving at the zoo, Zhang Allen and Madison visited Prian. Looking at the sleeping Jehovah, they sighed, "He seems a little hungry and thin. Didn't you give him anything to eat?" "I ask the doctor to prepare the best nutrient solution for him every day. It costs me several hundred dollars, but I don't treat him unfairly!" Madison said angrily. "Considering that he has brought you so much emotional value and a $100 million cruise ship, why can't you be more generous?" the chief leader accused him. "What else do you want me to do?" Madison spread his hands. "How can a few hundred dollars of nutrient solution be enough? It should be at least a thousand dollars, right? You have so many animals here, and you consume so much fresh meat and fruits every day. Even the gorilla next door has better food expenses than him. Do you have a clear conscience for doing this?" said the chief leader. "It's my fault." Madison took a deep breath and began to reflect on herself deeply and seriously. She sighed, "Starting tomorrow, I will give him extra meals and increase the nutritional solution from $500 a day to $1,000! I will also arrange a massage for him and find a female model from Victoria to help him stretch his muscles. This way, he can hold on longer." "That's right. This is the great philanthropist we serve the society!" The two of them sang in unison, looked at each other, and burst into laughter. The female assistant next to them was stunned by the beastly behavior and watched the two of them talking and laughing. What a pervert! How can this be possible? Killing people is not enough, how great a grudge must this have. Bailey was watching Prian with interest. He took out his phone and was about to take a photo to post on WeChat Moments, but he saw a sign prohibiting photography. He couldn't help but ask the chief leader, "Boss, can I take a photo as a souvenir?" "How do you want to take the photo? Do you want to go in and take a photo with him arm in arm?" Zhang Ailun asked with interest. "No, no, I'd better shoot outside." Bailey waved his hands. "You can take photos, but they can only be circulated internally and not circulated outside. Otherwise, our collector will be unhappy." Zhang Ailun reminded. Madison waved her hand, not caring at all. "Everyone in my security team has a bunch of photos and videos of this on their phones. What's there to be afraid of? If no one else knows about this, how can I deter those dirty guys?" "OK!" Bailey agreed immediately and took two photos. The female assistant beside him also took a few photos and shared them with friends while suppressing her excitement. After that, they visited the zoo again. The chief saw that the black panther had a big belly and the female panther was lazily lying on a rock to bask in the sun. He was also surprised and asked, "Is she about to give birth?" "Of course. This is my favorite animal. Look at its silky fur, so black and shiny. It feels so smooth to touch." Madison nodded with satisfaction. "Why is there no male leopard?" Zhang Ailun looked around and saw only this female leopard. As far as he could remember, there seemed to be no other black panthers. "It was released into the African savannah." Madison laughed. "I was just kidding. I only have this one black panther. I found Prince Simba's black panther and brought it here for breeding. This female panther was also given to me by Prince Simba. Now it's about to give birth to its third litter, so there will be at least four. If you like, you can take one away then." "That's great. There's only one guinea pig on my island, and Prian is doing some research on growing human organs inside animals." Zhang Ailun nodded and gladly accepted.
"I wouldn't be surprised no matter what outrageous move that guy makes." Priam sneered: "But fortunately this pervert has fallen. He will never be able to open his eyes for the rest of his life." "Even if there is no Prian, there will still be Orion, Balian, and Marian. What capital lacks the least is this kind of consortium." Zhang Ailun said. "This has nothing to do with us. I don't invest in politicians. I only run my own business. My wealth is not all in California and other states. I have so many friends. They can't win us over quickly." Madison laughed. "You're right." Zhang Ailun nodded. After visiting the zoo, we took a car back to the mansion. After drinking a cup of coffee and waiting for a while, a private plane landed at the island airport. "Our guests have arrived." Madison received the message and immediately asked someone to meet them. Then he got up and went to the collection room to take out the treasured red wine, took a bottle of Romanee-Conti, and asked the waiter to bring the wine glasses. Two Cadillacs carrying the guests arrived outside the villa. A fat, middle-aged white man with a slicked-back hair and a congressman with gray hair and a short beard got out of the car with their assistant. Madison and Zhang Allen also went out to greet them immediately. "Long time no see, Follett! You've gained so much weight. I guarantee that you will die of uremia sooner or later!" Madison laughed and walked over to hug him. Follett also smiled and patted his shoulder. "You are not bad, old man. Your mental state seems to be better than before. Is it because you killed Prian? When will you die?" "That may have to wait until a hundred years later." Madison said without any concern: "You misunderstood me. I didn't kill Prian! On the contrary, I still support him! He should thank me for not having to wander the streets and worry about being strangled to death in prison." The chief also shook hands with Follett and they got to know each other. "The videos and photos you shared are great." Follett laughed. "As long as you like it." The chief nodded with a smile. "This is the congressman in charge of land and resources management in Colombia. Dutch," Follett introduced. "Mr. Dutch. I can tell you have a lot of ideas." Zhang Ailun stretched out his hand and greeted him. "Mr. Jin, you must have more plans!" Congressman Dutch smiled. After chatting for a few more minutes, they returned to the villa. Madison asked the waiter to help open the collection of red wine. Several people raised their glasses and drank, and then talked about the main topic. "Regarding the matter of Silver Island, we have carefully considered it after an internal meeting and decided to transfer it for 2000 million US dollars." Congressman Dutch asked the assistant next to him to take out the contract and hand it to the chief leader for review. Zhang Ailun took a look and saw that it was all in Spanish, which he couldn't understand. Fortunately, the assistant had prepared a translator in advance and translated it thoughtfully, into Chinese. It also shows a regulation annotated by the Colombian Land and Resources Bureau, which means that the sovereignty of Silver Island belongs to the chief owner for a short period of time, and the mining rights are transferred together, but it is not permanent property rights, but only a lease clause with a term of 99 years. But 99 years is not a short time, and the chief leader will not live to see that. If the sea level rises by then, the island will be submerged and may even become a reef. After all, the coastline of Silver Island is too shallow and the island area is too small. One-tenth of its area will be submerged during high tide. It is originally an isolated reef island. "The United Nations has regulations that stipulate that any islands and land that are colonized or leased for more than 99 years will be permanently owned by the other country or individual. Colombia attaches great importance to its overseas territories and islands and will not sell them easily, so they can only be considered leased and must be returned when the time limit is reached. Otherwise, I will face great pressure from public opinion." Councillor Dudge explained: "But if the island is submerged or has no value and cannot be inhabited by people due to unexpected circumstances, we will consider giving up its sovereignty. At that time, we only need to pay an additional amount of money, and the lease terms will be converted to freehold ownership immediately."
Playing word games, huh? You're a politician, after all. By then the chief leader will turn the island upside down and blow it up, and of course it will lose the value of being a place for population stationing. Get on the bus first and then make up the ticket. The chief nodded, expressing his understanding. There were no outsiders here, so he smiled and said, "I promise here that if I really find silver or gold coins, I will share 10% of the profits with everyone present." "Are there really silver coins on that island? But I guess it's not that easy to find them. The initial work must be huge. Otherwise, it's impossible for those guerrillas to have not found them for so long and just engage in some tourism industry." Follett said with a smile. "Perhaps we need to turn the island upside down?" Zhang Ailun smiled. "You just need to get some written reports done. I have to think about a lot more! If we don't find the silver coins in the end, they would have been washed away two hundred years ago. We might even lose 100 million yuan." Several people laughed after hearing this. Because this is indeed the truth. "I just hope this won't be a failed investment for Mr. Jin," Councilman Dutch lamented. It doesn’t matter if they fail, they won’t suffer any loss anyway. Everything is a blessing for Colombia! At least it has contributed $20 in foreign exchange earnings to the people. Twenty million? What twenty million? 1980 million belongs to the government. Only 20 belong to the Colombian people. Everyone raised their glasses and drank again. The chief leader also lamented that the Colombian government officials are the worst of beasts. (End of this chapter)