Chapter 794: Short-Term Investment

Someone else is selling? Klein ruminated over those words

without immediately asking. After the servant placed the silver

three-layered tray down for high tea and left, he said with a smile,

"Ma'am, why don't you purchase it yourself?

"Even a blind person knows that Loen will place more attention on

environmental pollution in the future. Therefore, the Coim Company, that

deal with anthracite and high-quality charcoal, definitely has a

promising future. It being worth half a million or even a million pounds

wouldn't be a fantasy. Of course, the premise is that the company's

management can keep up with the corresponding expansion.

"In such a situation, the acquisition of shares in the Coim Company is

definitely a profitable business. If I were you, I'd take it for myself,

no matter how much debt I get myself into."

Mary used two fingers to pick a cucumber sandwich from the bottom silver

tray, took a tiny nimble, and slowly chewed before swallowing it down.

With this as a buffer, she finally organized her words.

"Ever since the law to fix atmospheric pollution was passed, the Coim

Company has been rapidly developing. The faces of the shareholders have

begun changing. As you know, people who have their sights on money will

often have good business sense. And behind them, there are usually some

powerful figures at play.

"If I weren't a member of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council,

and had used this to get to know quite a number of nobles and

high-ranking government officials, I believe I wouldn't be able to

withstand the pressure, and I would end up selling my shares at a

relatively good price. I would then leave the stage with a considerably

good profit.

"But even so, most of the shares will quickly concentrate, and I'll

quickly lose my status as the highest shareholder, losing control over

the company's direction.

"This is something I inherited from my father. I don't want it to become

somebody else's toy. I wish for it to slowly develop into the biggest

anthracite and high-quality supplier to Backlund, or even all of the

Loen Kingdom. Heh heh, it's not that I haven't tried other solutions.

I've pledged my shares and sold my property, investing a large sum of my

liquidity into it, absorbing 15% of the shares in secret, as well as

requesting friends that I can trust to help. I've obtained a total of

10% of the shares, and together with the 20% I originally had, I hold

45% in total.

"The current situation is that a minor shareholder suddenly decided to

liquidate his 3%, and my friends and I temporarily do not have the money

to acquire it."

This is a commercial war... This was a first for Klein, who

was accustomed to dealing with Beyonders; he found it fresh but also

unfamiliar.

He similarly reached out his hand and selected a sandwich which had

high-quality turkey at the bottom of the three-layered tray. As he ate,

he contemplated for about ten seconds and said, "The shares that you

acquire later can also be pledged, right?"

"There won't be enough time. The other party has already provided an

offer, and the transaction can be closed at any time," Mary said as she

finished the food in her hand.

Klein leaned back into his sofa in a relaxed manner.

"Why did you come to me?"

Upon hearing the question, Mary heaved a slight sigh of relief.

"First, you must've brought quite a sizable amount of money to Backlund.

You wouldn't need to raise funds through different means. Second, you

just came to Backlund, so you aren't deeply involved with the other

party or in other aspects. This also means that I'm not afraid that you

would violate the terms of the agreement. Even if you choose to align

with them, you'll have to consider if it's worth violating the law.

Third, although we've only met once, I believe you are a very dignified

and knowledgeable gentleman."

*Your praise is leaving me a little embarrassed... However, it also

means that my acting performance as Dwayne Dantès is effective. At the

very least, everyone knows that he's a middle-aged gentleman with

foresight and competence, with plenty of money that he has nowhere to

invest... Hmm, considering the original 16,493 pounds and Miss

Magician's 5,000, no---6,000 pounds, as well as the 48 pounds provided

by Mr. X, I have a total of 22,991 pounds and 5 gold coins. Even if I

deduct the 5,987 pounds I owe Miss Messenger, I'll be considered a true

tycoon... Many people with assets worth a hundred thousand pounds might

not have that much liquidity...* Klein couldn't help but do a

count of his wealth as he asked with a smile, "Ma'am, what do you wish

for me to do?"

Mary sipped some tea and said eloquently, "Acquire the 3% shares. But

before that, I'll sign two contracts with you. The first contract

stipulates that I'll forcefully purchase the shares from you in three

months and buy it at the highest price over this period of time. The

corresponding tax will be shouldered by me. The second contract

stipulates that we act in concert...

"In addition, I will make you a member of the board of directors for the

Coim Company. You will enjoy the corresponding perks as you monitor the

company's development. This will help you be integrated even better into

high society."

*Sounds like a sure-win. It's equivalent to me providing a loan, and

Ma'am Mary will repay me with a certain amount of interest and social

resources... And compared to a debt agreement, I'll be holding onto the

shares of an excellent company. It's more secure; after all, we are

considered strangers... Of course, that's under the premise that the

Coim Company itself is alright. Hmm, this is also why she's making me a

director...* Klein analyzed the conditions proposed by Ma'am

Mary and slowly felt enticed by them.

From his point of view, Dwayne Dantès needed some investments.

Otherwise, he would appear suspicious. Then, selecting the kind of

investment was a rather important problem since it had to be considered

that Dwayne Dantès might have to give up everything and leave Backlund

because of his operation's failure or success.

*When the time comes, there's a chance to take away the money, but I can

forget about the shares... This kind of investment, one that allows me

to quickly recoup my investment, meets my requirements... I might even

earn quite a bit...* Klein contemplated for a moment before

warmly smiling.

"Helping a lady resolve problems is something that I need to do."

Ma'am Mary immediately felt relieved. Just as she was about to say

something, she heard Dwayne Dantès's attractive voice continue:

"However, I'm rather cautious in regards to any investments I make.

"I will hire a lawyer and an accounting team to investigate the Coim

Company's situation. I'll try to reach a conclusion as quickly as

possible, and if there aren't any problems, we can begin our

cooperation."

Aside from that, I will also do a divination... Klein silently

added inwardly.

"Definitely." Ma'am Mary smiled and added, "I'll bear the costs for such

expenses."

Klein didn't reject the offer as he nodded and said, "How much would the

3% shares cost?"

"The current valuation is 9,600 pounds, but the shareholder believes

that the Coim Company has a promising future, so it can't be lower than

12,000 pounds." Mary gave him the exact details.

Phew... Klein used a calm and relaxed manner to smile.

"That's still alright."

Dwayne Dantès is indeed rich... Mary thought as she said,

"Dwayne, can I invite you to visit the Coim Company tomorrow?"

"That's exactly what I wish for," Klein replied with a smile.

At the same time, he couldn't help but think of something. His former

landlord, Stelyn Sammer's husband, was likely still a manager at Coim

Company.

*Yet another familiar face, but it's not one for Dwayne

Dantès...* Klein felt wistful for some baffling reason.

At 8 p.m. there were still crowds of people entering East Borough from

the other streets. Fatigue obviously colored their faces.

And this continued almost until ten.

Emlyn White had changed into a grayish-blue worker's attire, wore a cap,

and hid himself in the alley of the Backlund Bridge area while observing

the poor that sauntered back and forth.

Although he didn't have any experience in disguising himself, he had

eyes and brains. Just a short observation was enough for him to discover

the problems with his attire.

The most important point was that, compared to the poor who had dirty

and ragged clothes, the work attire he had bought in the afternoon was

too new and clean, easily attracting the attention of others.

Emlyn thought for a moment, returned to the dark alley, and reached out

his fingers. Using what he had seen, he began tearing open the areas

that were easily damaged.

Then, he observed his surroundings as his facial muscles gradually

distorted into a grimace.

With a look of contempt, Emlyn came to the wall, closed his eyes, and

began dabbing the dirt onto his clothes and pants.

*The smell of coal... the smell of rotting mud... the smell of

p-p\ss... Emlyn subconsciously extended his palm away from

himself as he covered his mouth with his other hand. He nearly vomited.

At this moment, he realized that having an extraordinary sense of smell

wasn't necessarily a good thing.

After a few minutes of excruciating torture, Emlyn finally finished his

disguise. Even his handsome face was stained with coal.

With this disguise, he hunched his back, and slipped into the crowd,

quickly entering East Borough without garnering any attention.

As he walked, Emlyn realized a problem.

He wasn't familiar with the roads at all!

He had no idea where Limestone Street or Beluga Whale Street was in East

Borough, while most of the street signs had already been damaged.

An assassination attempt really is a troublesome matter...

Emlyn mumbled as he began asking around for directions.

After nearly an hour of hard work, he finally arrived at Limestone

Street. The streets were narrow, with the buildings on both sides

leaning close to each other. Even in the day, it appeared dark. At

night, it gave off a terrifying sense of creepiness and darkness. But to

the Sanguine, such an environment wasn't bad. The only problem was the

dirt and messiness.

After spraying a medicine that eliminated his scent, Emlyn walked into

the condominium at Unit 6, went to the third story, and approached the

public washroom with his nose pinched before standing outside the room

of Primordial Moon believer, Argos.

Emlyn cocked his ears to listen for a while before he stopped pinching

his nose in puzzlement.

He nearly fainted from the stench wafting over from the washroom. It

took him a great bit of effort to focus his gaze on the room.

His sense of smell told him that there wasn't anyone inside, nor were

there any corpses.

He moved away? Or he isn't back? Emlyn muttered silently in a

daze.

He never expected his hunt to be so unsuccessful.

After reining in his emotions, Emlyn left the condominium and rushed to

19 Beluga Whale Street.

This time, he was delighted to discover that someone was home. Galis

Kevin was home.

At that moment, Emlyn caught the scent of another person. It was very

identical to Argos's apartment at Limestone Street.

*Two people... There are two people in the room! Argos isn't home

because he came to Galis Kevin... Two...* Emlyn's expression

suddenly froze.

He wasn't worried if it was one-on-one. But if it was one against two,

he was still a little fearful with Leymano's Travels. After all, the two

of them were artificial vampires with rather significant strength!