110: Chapter 110 Parliamentary Recruitment

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"I hope everyone can abide by the Council's rules and not damage the Council's interests, because I don't know what might happen if you do."

Lin Fang's voice was calm, but no one could ignore it.

"I'll take my leave first," Salifu said, his face ashen as he left the room. He couldn't wait to go back and see his lovely younger brother.

William James agonized for a long time. He had his eye on an energy storage technology within the Council, which would be extremely helpful to his industries and allow for a new round of market harvesting. However, its price was 1,000 Contribution Points, meaning he would have to spend his entire balance to obtain it.

It pained him.

After a struggle and gritting his teeth, William chose to spend 500 Contribution Points to purchase intelligence on a rival, which would allow him to strike a heavy blow against them.

Seeing that he hadn't spent it all, Noah's eyes lit up. "My dear old friend, I beg of you to post a mission. If you just spend a small 500 Contribution Points, I will complete whatever it is."

"Heh, you should ask His Excellency the Chairman if there are any missions. I also hope to earn more Contribution Points."

An old fox like William naturally understood who the core of this system was. Noah also realized this and looked at Lin Fang with expectant eyes.

He was desperate to 'top up,' to spend all these useless bills on his person!

Lin Fang was not polite either. He directly posted two long-term bounty missions in the system under the name Tiangan (Jia) within the Bright Council:

Tiangan (Jia): [Hot Recruitment! Are you still worried about having too few Contribution Points? Limited-time recruitment for General Members of the Bright Council is now open! Earn 50 Contribution Points immediately for every person recruited, with no upper limit! What are you waiting for!]

Note: General Members must have personal assets of over 1 billion USD, or be important national officials or leaders in their professional fields.]

Tiangan (Jia): [Positions Awaiting! Referral eligibility for the Twenty-Two Major Seats of the Bright Council is now open. For every successful referral of a qualified candidate, the referrer can receive a minimum of 1,000 Contribution Points, with the specific amount depending on the candidate's status. Become rich overnight today!]

Note: The referred person must be more formidable than the referrer.]

When the Bright Council app notification chimed, Noah and William both grabbed their phones almost simultaneously to check the content, looking like two severe internet addicts.

After a moment, the two of them looked at the machine-translated content, completely bewildered.

"Pinching a cow's ear? A cow's vagina??"

What kind of membership conditions were these?! Just as the two were about to ask, the content on the screen flashed and transformed into a language they could understand.

Looking at the re-translated information, the expressions of the two gradually turned stiff.

These conditions were too harsh. Were there even 1,000 billionaires with assets over 1 billion USD in all of the Americas? Not to mention Seat Members—how many people were more formidable than themselves?

To this, Lin Fang's explanation was that the Council only accepts elites. You wouldn't want to be in the same organization as people who are too 'low,' right? We are a power alliance standing at the very top of the world's pyramid.

That was true. Noah subconsciously agreed, and the next second, he saw several notifications appear under the missions.

[System Notification: Tiangan (Ren) has accepted Mission No. 9693]

[System Notification: Tiangan (Ren) has accepted Mission No. 9694]

[System Notification: Tiangan (Xin) has accepted Mission No. 9693]

[System Notification: Tiangan (Xin) has accepted Mission No. 9694]

Bastards! These two accepted so quickly. Noah's hand shook as he hurriedly accepted the missions. 'Xin' was William James's code name, but he hadn't expected even Salifu, who was rushing home, to have accepted them.

After the meeting ended.

Lin Fang left the historic manor. Although Noah had mentioned several times that he would sell the manor to him for only 2,000 Contribution Points, Lin Fang refused on the grounds that the 5G signal here was unstable.

On the airliner, Lin Fang stared out the window lost in thought. A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes but quickly turned into resolve.

To put it nicely, the Bright Council was a platform for mutual assistance, a growing and massive organization. But its original purpose for being established was to serve himself and Third-Party Technology.

The members inside could be partners or pawns, but they must never become obstacles.

In the end, they were not his own people.

How could he achieve total control? Lin Fang's originally mild gaze sank bit by bit, like water in a deep pool—calm on the surface, but hiding a chill underneath that could drag a person down.

Simple. In the future, regardless of the number of people or their rank, anyone who became a member of the Bright Council must be implanted with a Brain-Control Chip. That way, their bodies and thoughts would no longer belong to them; they would have a second master.

It wasn't realistic to turn them completely into puppets, but what was certain was that this organization, comprised of global financial clans, politicians, and wealthy businessmen, would always be under Lin Fang's secret control.

Why do I feel like a major villain?

Lin Fang was amused by this thought, which was clearly an illusion. At that moment, a dignified and beautiful flight attendant pushed a trolley over and asked softly, "Sir, would you like a glass of champagne?"

"Of course." Like most passengers, Lin Fang did not refuse this fine wine ten thousand meters in the air.

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When Salifu's helicopter landed on the family lawn, it was already dinner time.

"Master, welcome back." Eiffel stood respectfully at the bottom of the airbridge with a team of bodyguards, his face wearing a smile of loyalty that hadn't changed in ten years.

"I remember today is Frei's birthday. Is dinner ready?"

After walking down the airbridge, Salifu habitually handed his coat to Eiffel. This made the latter breathe a huge sigh of relief; the way Salifu had looked at him just now felt as if he had seen through everything, making his spine go cold.

It must have been the lighting; he had misread it.

"Everything is ready," Eiffel said, taking the coat. "Young Master Frei even specially instructed the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes."

Salifu gave a meaningful smile. "My brother is quite thoughtful. Let's go, don't keep dinner waiting too long."

Entering the dining room, crystal chandeliers illuminated the entire space as bright as day. A man in a white suit stood up immediately to greet Salifu as he entered. "Brother, you're finally back. I was planning to visit you in the hospital yesterday."

"Oh God, Brother, your health has truly recovered. This is the happiest gift I've received."

"Yes, Light has indeed favored me." Salifu looked at this brother who was twenty years younger than him, and the hatred in his heart couldn't help but surface. Having no intention of hiding it any longer, he suddenly snatched a sidearm from a nearby bodyguard, chambered a round, and fired in one smooth motion.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Frei was dumbfounded as he watched Eiffel and the group of bodyguards fall to the ground. It wasn't until two gunmen disguised as chefs pinned him to the floor, his forehead slamming heavily onto the marble, that he reacted.

"Are you crazy?" Frei struggled to lift his head, his voice trembling with fear.

"I remember Evelyn was always very good to you?"

Hearing this,

Frei gave a miserable laugh. He knew he wouldn't survive the night. Salifu knew everything. But why... how did he know? It had clearly been so long.

"My dear brother, you don't know that night, my sister-in-law, she..."

Bang—!