Chapter 70 Harvest

Wang Xiuyuan was feeling the changes brought about by the significant increase in his physical attributes when Holt walked to his side and whispered a reminder.

"Boss, everyone has returned. I've done a rough count, and the amount of various assets is basically consistent with the reports. What are your plans for what comes next?"

Wang Xiuyuan took the palm-sized notepad from Holt. The amounts of money reported by the Peace Gang members and the actual assets brought back were recorded separately, with every item listed clearly.

Three point two million dollars in cash was seized from Hu Zhenxiang's home, over seventy million dollars was stored in anonymous Swiss Bank accounts, and there was thirty-four point three million dollars in cash in the Peace Gang's vault.

The Peace Gang's warehouse contained two hundred and fourteen kilograms of marijuana leaves, forty-five kilograms of white powder, as well as over a hundred illegal firearms and matching ammunition.

The remaining twenty-five core members of the Peace Gang contributed a total of two hundred and thirteen million dollars in cash, averaging eight point five two million dollars in illicit gains per person.

From tonight's operation alone, Wang Xiuyuan's harvest in terms of money exceeded three hundred and twenty million dollars, and that wasn't even counting the gains from system points.

Ultimately, the underworld was a fast way to make money, though it also depended on the person.

The people Wang Xiuyuan had plundered were all ruthless characters, like the hall masters of a large Chinese gang; if they were low-level thugs, it would be rare for them to even have thirty or fifty thousand in savings.

The wallets of the vast majority of low-level thugs were cleaner than their faces; they wouldn't even dare to dream of having savings.

Usually, these thugs didn't think about saving money at all. They lived precarious lives, not even knowing if they would suddenly die on the streets the next day, so what was the point of saving money?

It was better to enjoy the money as soon as they got it, so at least they would have experienced a bit of the good life before they died.

Looking at the mountain of green bills before him, Wang Xiuyuan casually picked up a stack of franklins, took a deep breath near his nose, and then asked everyone with an enchanted expression.

"Guys, do you like these green franklins? There's over two hundred and thirteen million dollars in cash piled up here."

"You all come from ordinary backgrounds. A few months ago, your whole families together couldn't even scrape together a thousand dollars. If you kill me now, all this money will belong to you."

"Adding in that seventy-odd million dollars in the anonymous Swiss Bank accounts, each of you could probably get six or seven million dollars, and in cash."

"This abandoned warehouse is very remote; even if you kill me, no one will know."

"How about it? Are you tempted? Do you want to take a big gamble?"

"Kill me, and each of you can split six or seven million dollars!"

To say these bodyguards weren't tempted by six or seven million dollars each would be nonsense. No one in this world doesn't love money; people who say they don't love money are often the ones who value it the most.

Over two hundred million in cash was piled right there, and Wang Xiuyuan was using it to blatantly tempt his bodyguards.

However, as tempted as they were, not a single one of them was foolish enough to choose to act. They knew that if they dared to make a move, they would surely die.

Including Holt, there were forty-seven bodyguards in total. Every one of them had very important family members who had been saved by Wang Xiuyuan; simply put, they owed Wang Xiuyuan their lives.

No matter how greedy they were, it was impossible for them to kill Wang Xiuyuan. If anyone dared to move against him, several people with a conscience would surely emerge to shoot that person on the spot.

Even if they acted in unison and killed Wang Xiuyuan, then what? If a super-rich man like Wang Xiuyuan suddenly disappeared, could they, as his bodyguards, explain it away?

And if they didn't kill Wang Xiuyuan, what would be the point of stealing this money?

Would Wang Xiuyuan let them go after losing so much face? As Americans who had lived in a capitalist society for twenty or thirty years, they were very clear about the methods of the wealthy.

Furthermore, they all knew their boss was closely related to the direct descendants of families like Morgan, Rockefeller, DuPont, and Roosevelt. Offending their boss was nothing short of seeking death!

Besides, if they wanted to steal the money, they didn't have to wait until now. When they were sent out to collect the money, they could have just run off with it. Why bother coming back here?

So, it was impossible for any fool to fall for Wang Xiuyuan's trap.

Holt said, caught between laughter and tears, "Boss, stop teasing the brothers."

"All of us owe you our lives, and we can live very well working for you. No one is stupid enough to throw away a good life just to go looking for death."

"Hurry up, dawn is coming."

Wang Xiuyuan curled his lip helplessly and threw the stack of hundred-dollar bills in his hand back into the pile.

"Look at you, not a single humorous bone in your body."

"Everyone worked hard tonight. How about this: I'll give you two choices."

"The first choice is that after we go back, I'll find a random excuse to give each of you a five hundred thousand dollar bonus, and Holt one million dollars. You'll need to handle the income tax yourselves."

"The second choice is to save up the credit from tonight and wait until after we've dealt with the Ghost Shadow Gang, Anliang Hall, and Harmonious Prosperity Hall in New York to receive a one-time reward."

"I haven't decided exactly what the reward will be yet; it could be money, or it could be something else. It's like a blind box. You guys pick one."

The conditions Wang Xiuyuan offered filled everyone with joy; they hadn't expected their boss to be so generous.

However, they then began to hesitate, because they didn't know which choice would be more beneficial for them.

"Boss, I choose the second one."

"My wife is currently still in the hospital receiving treatment, and you're paying for everything."

"The salary you pay me is very high, enough for me and my family to live a very good life. Even if you gave me five hundred thousand dollars now, I haven't thought about how to use that much money."

"It's better to save it all up to redeem later, so I don't have to worry about how to use the money."

Holt was the first to make a decision. When a group of people is gathered, the first person's decision is very important.

Because the choices everyone faced were the same and their individual situations were usually not that different, the first person to publicly make a decision often became a reference for the others.

In the absence of special circumstances, those who made decisions later usually aligned closely with the first person's choice.

This is why every leader needs to cultivate a few absolute supporters within the team they manage.

When a leader assigns a very difficult task to the team, the members' resistance is usually very high. Only his die-hard supporters are likely to unconditionally support these unreasonable tasks.

While the vast majority are still thinking about how to resist, as long as someone stands up to express support and obedience, in most cases, this unfavorable situation can be turned around.