novelraw Chapter 298 The Dilemma of Senator Macht
Chapter 298 The Dilemma of Senator Macht
Chapter 298 The Dilemma of Senator Macht
"well----"
Maurice Macht slumped onto his sofa and let out a heavy sigh.
"Those damn liars—"
"Southern Continent Mining Company —"
He clenched his fists, repeatedly muttering the name that had ruined him.
"Mr. Macht, our company is operating well and has no funding problems. We do not need any new investment at the moment. Please leave."
The confident and indifferent attitude of the person in charge of that shell company is still fresh in my mind.
It was this attitude that convinced Maurice Macht that Mr. Rastig had something significant to offer and that the company was definitely worth investing in!
He was initially skeptical, always quite cautious about investments and stocks. He wanted to wait a couple more days and see how things developed. However, not long after, news of the company's discovery of a large gold mine in the Southern Continent spread like wildfire through upper-class circles. His initial advantage vanished instantly.
Immediately afterwards, countless nobles and wealthy merchants, having received the news, flocked to the scene like sharks smelling blood.
The share price of the mining company soared instantly, and even began to move towards competitive bidding.
Seeing the opportunity slip away so close, he panicked. After so many years in the military and government, he still had a lot of faith in his judgment. And, most importantly, his old comrade-in-arms, John, who was serving as an officer in a colony in the southern continent, had sent him news that a new gold mine had indeed been discovered there.
This news became the final straw. He gritted his teeth and invested all his savings from the past years, even joining forces with some familiar merchants and nobles, hoping to acquire all the shares of the company in one fell swoop.
As a result, with the collapse of the stock market, this so-called mining company was completely deserted.
At this moment, he finally understood that it was all a meticulously planned scam from beginning to end. The scheme had been set up from the moment Rastig released the news. Subsequently, the company's representative deliberately pretended to be indifferent to money, which was a ploy to lure him in. Among the nobles and merchants who later came to bid, there were certainly many of their hired agents.
However, the atmosphere was too tense and exciting at the time, and he didn't realize it for a moment. In his excitement, he signed his name on those documents.
"But—why? Didn't John already check?" Mori Macht's face was full of bitterness. He reached out and painfully grabbed his hair, completely baffled.
He had already asked his best friend to investigate! There was indeed a newly discovered gold mine in the colonies of the Southern Continent, so how could it have suddenly disappeared? He and John had been friends for decades, and he didn't believe that the other party would collude with those swindlers to cheat him.
He glanced at the newspaper in front of him and sighed softly. These past few days, he'd been so busy plugging the financial hole, trying to recoup funds, and borrowing money from all sides that he hadn't even had time to read the newspaper. Now, he finally had a moment to catch his breath.
He picked up a cup of black tea, took a small sip, and tried to relax his tense nerves a little.
"Eastern District Hero" —
"James Scott!"
Upon seeing the eye-catching headline in the newspaper, Macht was first taken aback, then his pupils suddenly contracted!
"James Scott—isn't that Heyle's—?" He quickly picked up the newspaper and examined it closely.
"No mistake, it really is him." Looking at the somewhat blurry but still recognizable photo in the newspaper, he confirmed that this James Scott was the young man that Hazel had brought home to ask for his help.
"He stormed into the gangster's villa alone—he certainly has guts." As he read the article's description of Scott's heroic act of single-handedly storming the Cappin villa and rescuing dozens of kidnapped girls, Congressman Macht couldn't help but nod slightly.
He had initially thought the other man was just a pretty boy, but he hadn't expected him to be so courageous. This prompted Congressman Macht, a former soldier, to express a degree of admiration.
However, while he admired the behavior, he still felt it was too reckless.
"They're just young people, acting without considering the consequences—" he sighed, as if seeing a reflection of his own impulsive youth.
"Hayr borrowed so much pocket money in advance, saying he wanted to invest it. I guess it was all invested in his factory."
Although his daughter was initially hesitant and unwilling to say what she intended to invest the money in, as a father, how could Congressman Macht not understand his daughter's little scheme?
"That's good. That factory should have no worries about business now, and Hazel's investment won't go down the drain."
The thought that his daughter's investment skills were actually better than his own made Congressman Macht smile wryly.
"However, the hero of the East District—" Chewing on this nickname, Congressman Macht, a politician, quickly realized the enormous political value behind it.
Many policies concerning the redevelopment of the eastern district and the welfare of ordinary citizens would be much more effective if advocated by this highly popular "hero."
Just as Congressman Macht was lost in thought, his butler approached with an invitation.
"Sir, the church has sent an invitation to a party."
"A party? What party?"
"A charity gala. The authorities want to use the assets of that gang leader, Kapin, to establish a charitable foundation to help women who have been persecuted by him or have had similar experiences," the butler replied succinctly.
After a pause, the butler's face revealed a mysterious expression, and he lowered his voice to add, "Sir, I have another document here—it may be related to that James Scott."
"Oh? What news?" Senator Macht became interested.
Lorne had visited twice before, each time leaving a deep impression on the servants of the manor. So when the news came out in the newspaper, the old butler immediately knew that the newly crowned "Hero of the East" was Miss Hazel's boyfriend. Therefore, he had been making special inquiries about him over the past two days.
"I heard that the authorities and the church intend to hand over the management of this foundation to James Scott."
"Really?"
"The possibility is very high."
Congressman Macht was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected the authorities to be so generous this time, offering the other party such a win-win situation.
"I understand. I will inform the church and attend on time."
After the housekeeper left, Congressman Macht sat alone on the sofa, falling into a long silence.
"I never imagined that Hazel's boyfriend would be so lucky—"
The title of "hero," plus that foundation—"
The immense social prestige and political resources involved were very appealing to Maurice Macht, who was currently just a member of the House of Commons and had just suffered a severe economic blow.
"James Scott is still a young man, and he may not be able to seize this opportunity."
"He's Hazel's boyfriend, maybe I can help him—"
Thinking this, Congressman Macht stood up and walked towards Hazel's room on the second floor.
He felt he should have a serious talk with his daughter about this.
In the gun factory's office.
Lorne was having a pleasant conversation with two guests. The newcomers were Sharon and Maritch.
"I've been busy with all sorts of random things the past few days."
"I never expected that the first people to visit me after I returned would be you two." Lorne looked at his two former comrades with a smile.
"Actually, I didn't want to come, but Sharon insisted—" Marich's words were cut short as he felt a cold gaze turn towards him. Seeing Sharon's pale face, Marich swallowed hard and quickly changed the subject.
"Um—cough, this gun is really nice." He picked up a shotgun that was placed on the table as a sample and pretended to examine it.
"If you like it, this one is yours," Lorne said generously.
"No need—" Marich shook his head slightly. "Actually, I'd rather have the gun you used to shoot Steve and the others."
The scene of those bullets, like a storm of metal, slicing off the head of "Werewolf" Tyrell is still vivid in his mind to this day.
"Oh, sorry about that." Lorne shrugged. "That's not for sale; it's still under research. I'll give you one when it's in mass production."
"Your lesson can begin." Sharon, who had been sitting quietly like an exquisite doll, suddenly spoke, her voice flat and even, directly bringing the topic back on track.
Courses — Yes, there is such a thing.
"Could you give me a few more days, Ms. Sharon?" Lorne looked at her delicate face with a big smile. "I've been quite busy lately."
dong dong dong.
There was a knock on the door.
"Mr. Scott, someone is looking for you. It's Miss Hugh, and another lady I don't recognize," old Kohler's voice came from behind the door.
Miss Hugh, is there another lady? Two ladies suddenly came to see Scott, especially at this time?
Marich turned his head slightly and subconsciously glanced at Sharon beside him.
Sharon remained seated quietly, her expression unchanged.
But for some reason, Marich felt the temperature around him suddenly drop significantly.