The Hero

Chapter 44 Tactical Abilities That Are So Great

Javier doesn't care enough to tie his words to the most basic of manners. In fact, he was provocative and disrespectful, which only kindled the flames in Clement.

Unfortunately, at the moment, he was barely in a position to negotiate and did not continue his lawsuit. As Javier briefly explained, anger will not solve the problem.

"Good." That was all he could say at this moment.

"How much do you want to spend to acquire my company? "

Javier counted the entire theatrical production with his finger before stating, "About 780 thousand dollars."

"What are you talking about now?!" Clement could not believe his ears. Ja v ier had to repeat himself to convince himself that he had not misheard his quote, and point it in the right direction.

“You bastard! Are you kidding me? The fixed assets of my company make at least 4.7 million dollars, stupid*ss! And now you buy a company that is worth that much for 7 80 thousand dollars?!”

Javier gulped his coffee in silence.

Clement was about to add more insults when his phone suddenly rang. It's from Midnoon's finance department!

He had just heard a word when the caller's voice, tense and anxious, broke through, “Master Lewinsky! II-This bank! They demanded us to pay our debts.They said that they had to pressure us now that our business was in danger of going bankrupt, and we only had three days to pay it!”

"Three days ? Three days* mn ?! Do I look like I am printing money for a living?! How can I withdraw about 1.5 million dollars from my company in three days, right?!”

The fences in his finance department would not work; they were just bank messengers. Realizing that, Clement quickly hung up the phone and called the bank director's personal number for help.

Javier let it go—but it would be a waste, because Javier just called his own director. It is not illegal to do so because Midnoon Tires took such a heavy blow to their reputation and sales that any bank would be justified in suddenly pressuring Clement to pay his debts before declaring bankruptcy. So, a little provocative call from Javier was enough to get the director to act immediately.

Clement's call did not give him a reprieve from the bank. Managers insist that they stand on the right side of the law, and there is no room for personal gain or leniency.

Clement collapsed onto the sofa limply, as if all his bones had been removed.

That's when Javier spoke up again. "Here, I've left a number for you. If you stay like this, the Bank will sue you three days from now. The court will take it, freeze your assets, and then auction it.

“Try considering. Cuts of fines that you have to pay for not fulfilling your contract, your debt to the bank, various fees such as employee salaries, and all other nonsense ... How many are left, huh? 470 Thousand dollars, give or take. And here I'm offering you 780k to inherit the trash you left behind. Is that amount very small?”

Well, when he says it like that... That doesn't look bad. Still, to get a player the size of Midnoon Tires sold for a miserable 780 thousand dollars was as welcome as Clement who pointed a knife to his stomach.

His mind drifted to Odello Corp. and Matthew Odel. Grabbing his phone again, Clement smirked at Javier, “I'm done with your jokes. I won't let you win this one, b*stard!”

Javier doesn't care so much that he won't reciprocate. “Oh, hope Matthew will send cavalry, right? I'd like to see you give it a try, especially since his precious son is no stranger to the betrayal of any useful tool for a long time. So yes, please. Give him the ring. I want to see the nature of the rotten apple tree that fell.”

Clement found the expression very unpleasant. "No way! Mr. Odell couldn't have been so despicable!”

The call was connected, and Clement wasted no time in briefing his final lifeline on the catastrophic crisis in which he was arrested. At the end of his account, he ended with a cry, '. You can see, Mr. Odell, I desperately need your help to get through this. Your connection reaches far and wide, not-”

"It's all your fault because your evil products are of poor quality, and you just have to drag my show to hell with your incompetent *ss!" He reproached. “And now you dare ask me to help you?! Just go to hell!”

It seemed that was all that was left for Matthew to tell him. He would not even give Clement a chance to speak before slamming the phone and ending the call, leaving only a cold rhythmic beep to be heard by the bewildered man.

Clement's eyes were fixated on confusion.

He never dreamed that he would be so. A bull passed its prime, was no longer useful, and was slaughtered as a sacrifice to save the b*stard's skin.

Clement inevitably compared the kindness Matthew had shown him when he came to seek an alliance with Midnoon Tires with the disgust used against him at this moment. He could not help but clench his fists, his entire arm seemed to tremble in anger.

None of these bad things would happen to him at all!

*F**k,F**k,F**k! Fuck it, you go to hell and come back, Matthew! My only sin is eating your shit. And now I'm fucked! Fuck in *ss and you're the one holding the stick!” Clement snorted, brooding at himself for so long that instead of feeling better, his scolding seemed to only make him feverish.

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Javier immediately capitalizes on the man's impulsive rage to once again bring up the acquisition. This time, Clement shouted, “Fuck, you can have it! Just take it from me! Either death or this. At least I got money from you!”

The deal was done.

With a disgruntled grin ready to show his teeth, Javier issues a contract and hands it to Clement. The receiver considered the paper and how Javier had clearly prepared it beforehand, his heart sinking into his stomach. He looked up and found a calm expression on the young man's face.

He sighed. God knows how much he hates losing to Javier. But at least—if he's honest and without keeping his image—at least he doesn't feel too bad. The contract was all the evidence Clement needed to figure out how far his opponent was masterminding this. He had planned every step of his downfall; he never had a chance to come out of the tomb Javier had dug for him. Shit, the young man saw Matthew and knew how he was going to act.

On the other hand, Clement had received a clear illusion that he was Matthew's most valuable ally. Finally, the same man who gained his loyalty stabbed him in the back and left him dead.

He signed the paper.

Clement tried, with all his might, to show an undisturbed attitude, but his hatred overflowed into the features of his always twitching self. He should have listened to Javier. He should have sold Midnoon earlier instead!

But baby it's too late.

Sighing to himself, Clement got up and turned around, so eager to leave that he did not even bother saying goodbye. He now has 780 thousand dollars in his bank account, at the expense of all the titles and prestige his business card should have given him.

As the bewildered Clement stomped his foot against the door, Javier suddenly spoke up.

“You know, Mr. Lewinsky, the only changes to Midnoon Tires are shareholders, ownership, and other legal issues. The Company is still yours.And you are responsible for receiving 10% of the performance. If your leadership succeeds in bringing 30% growth to the company's annual sales, I'll put another 10% into your performance share for that year. Continuing progress and being honest? I better return Midnoon to such capable hands. ”

It touched Clement's heart. He had founded Midnoon Tires himself; there was no universe where selling his precious inheritance would not give him a painful hatred. Only despair and despair would make him do such a thing. A path where he had no choice.

But now Javier is telling him that there's a chance he could take it back? How should he not react to that ?!

"You... . You didn't pull my leg, did you?"

Javier put another contract on the table in front of the bewildered man. That was also part of his plan. It was all part of his plan. He has considered everything.

There was no other emotion left in Clement other than pure admiration. There goes. He accepted his defeat, and he did so with pleasure.

Javier hung that part of the show in front of him like a carrot in front of a horse. If he could reach his benchmark, his good master would reward him with a carrot to bite. And now, in order to take back what he had shed his heart and soul over the years, Clement was effectively locked in to always give his all and nothing less. Javier, on the other hand, did not need to lift a single finger. He only needed to collect his work, and he only needed to pay 780 thousand dollars.

Clement knew he was nothing more than cattle from now on, yet he was willing to be used as it—he should be. This is Javier's masterstroke.

He could not help but give a thumbs up at the young man. “Tactical prowess like that! What an incredible plan! All right, I'll sign it!”

Clement Lewinsky may not have been an outstanding businessman for many years, but he never lost to anyone. Except Javier Kersey of course. Oh my God, he's in a daze!

After meeting Clement, Javier brought the contract to Jade's office to deliver the news, “Ban Midnoon is 100% ours now, and we only need to pay 780rb!” he is proud to announce, “All of our cancelled orders have returned to us as well. At the time of this incident, our losses were less than a third. And now with the acquisition of Midnoon Tires, we have fully covered our remaining losses and have really started to make a profit. Do you know what that means?

“This means you have met the end of the bargain. You can show it off at the monthly meeting tonight, and Matthew has no choice but to comply!”