Chapter 414: Roundabout Tactics

Chapter 414 -192: Roundabout Tactics

Andy flicked the ash from his cigarette. “Mr. Jimmy, our target won’t necessarily attend the wedding. What if it’s the elders who come? Your plan isn’t guaranteed to succeed.”

But Jimmy just chuckled. “Heh, Andy, the wedding doesn’t have to be in the Xiangjiang River area. To forge this connection, we’ll naturally hold it in their hometown. And since it’s being held in their hometown, there’s no reason for our target not to make an appearance and socialize. That’s our opportunity.”

‘Just as I’d expect from an old fox like Jimmy.’

“Andy, go to the training camp in Luzon at once. Pick a few suitable people and get them placed with that wealthy family as servants. We must have our people on the inside on the day of the wedding.”

“OK, leave it to me.”

“But don’t tell them any details about the mission. That’ll keep them from accidentally blowing their cover. They won’t learn the mission’s objective until the day of the wedding.”

“No problem.” But Andy had to ask, “Mr. Jimmy, are you sure this wealthy family will cooperate so willingly? If they have a change of heart, we’d better be ready to bolt.”

“The client has guaranteed there won’t be any issues. Even if something goes wrong, it’ll be their responsibility. They’ve already agreed to give us a one hundred million deposit, regardless of success.”

“All right! Let’s hope everything goes smoothly!”

…

Xiangjiang River, Half Mountain Villa District.

Liu Tonghai stared at the middle-aged white man across from him, his eyes filled with a mixture of rage and helplessness.

“Mr. Liu, as long as you cooperate, my boss will give you one billion US Dollars after the job is done. He’ll also fast-track your citizenship for Maple Country,” the man said, utterly unabashed.

“Are you trying to get me killed?” Liu Tonghai’s expression was ghastly.

The man’s lips curled into a smirk. “Heh… you Chinese have a saying, ‘There’s no such thing as a free lunch.’ It’s like that line from Zweig’s biography of the queen: ‘She was still too young, unaware that all of fate’s gifts come with a price tag already secretly attached.'”

“…” Liu Tonghai clenched his fists, cursing himself. He never should have accepted their help. Now they had several pieces of fatal blackmail material on him.

Seeing Liu Tonghai remain silent, the man sneered. “Your son is enjoying life in Australia. We’ve already helped him apply for immigration; his citizenship papers should be finalized within a month. He won’t be coming back for a while. As for your second wife and your little son in Malacca, our boss will have people ‘take special care’ of them. You have nothing to worry about.”

“You… You people…” Faced with such a blatant threat, Liu Tonghai’s face went pale, his expression a mask of fury and terror.

“A wise man adapts to the circumstances. I hope you can be a friend to us, sir.”

With his two sons’ lives on the line, Liu Tonghai had no choice but to yield. He could only sacrifice his daughter. Besides, he had always favored his sons over his daughter and had long intended to marry her off to another wealthy family.

This was precisely why they had targeted Liu Tonghai. As the saying goes, flies are only drawn to cracked eggs.

“I’ll do it. But I want two billion. And I don’t want to immigrate to Maple Country. I want to go to Gaul.”

“It seems Mr. Liu still doesn’t trust us!”

“Hmph!” Liu Tonghai snorted.

“Done. As long as you cooperate fully, we’ll help your whole family immigrate to Gaul as soon as the job is over. Two billion is no problem.” The man sneered inwardly. ‘It’s not like you’ll get to enjoy it for long. We’ll just let that money sit in your account for a little while.’

Liu Tonghai was no fool. He didn’t trust their easy promises in the slightest. “I hope you keep your word. Otherwise, I’ll take you down with me and make you pay, even if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Our boss couldn’t care less about a paltry two billion US Dollars. Just get this done for us, and we will certainly not treat you or your family unfairly.”

“Let’s hope so.” Liu Tonghai remained wary.

The man paid no mind to Liu Tonghai’s wariness and resistance, continuing with a chuckle, “Now, let’s discuss how we’re going to pull this off.”

“Let me be clear: I will not be going to the mainland on the day of the event.”

“Heh, that’s fine. You and your wife have been separated for some time anyway. Just have her go. Since she doesn’t know what’s going on, she’s less likely to mess things up.”

“Fine.” Liu Tonghai’s eyes narrowed. In truth, he’d wanted to divorce his wife for a long time. But he had been forced to maintain their marriage in name only because her family were not only business partners but also major shareholders in his company.

Moreover, his reason for sacrificing his daughter wasn’t just his preference for sons; it was also because she wasn’t his biological child. His wife had done an excellent job of covering it up, even going so far as to secretly forge a paternity test. But the ever-suspicious Liu Tonghai had sensed something was wrong. He had only chosen to tolerate the deception and remain silent because he feared the influence his wife’s family held over the company.

The two of them spent several hours in the study, ironing out all the details before the man discreetly took his leave.

But a plan like this could not be executed overnight.

They at least had to ensure the prospective bride and groom weren’t too resistant to the match. Only then could they be sure the plan would go off script.

Fortunately, the daughter Liu Tonghai was casting aside was exceptionally beautiful. Men, especially young and inexperienced ones, typically have little resistance to a pretty face and are easily smitten.

That evening, the family of four ate their meal at the dinner table, slow and deliberate.

No one spoke a word—not Liu Tonghai, not his wife Jiang Mingzhu sitting across from him, not their introverted and timid daughter Liu Xiaowen, and not Liu Tonghai’s devoutly Buddhist mother.

Once he’d had his fill, Liu Tonghai wiped his mouth with a napkin. He looked coldly at his wife. “Mingzhu, come to my study when you’re done eating. We need to talk.”