America 1982-Chapter 253 - 1: Why Tommy Didn’t Sneak a Snack_3
Under normal circumstances, these companies, to show support for charitable causes, would often buy the loans KeyBank provided to those small countries at high prices.
Then, the new creditors would tell those crappy little countries that the contract had loopholes, the repayment deadline was abnormal, and they wanted resources. If there were no objections, the mines would start to belong to American companies for exploitation from that day on. There was no rush if they just wanted to repay the loans because the American creditors were prepared to sue the country first, suspecting that the African officials had intentionally set traps in the contract to cheat the loans. Anyway, the lawsuit would take a long time, and by then, with late fees, interest, and compensation all added up, it definitely wouldn’t be a small figure.
As for the possibility of the Americans cheating the small countries, how could that be? The documentary footage honestly recorded the compassionate American woman, Ottelia, who came to this land with money, wanting to dig wells for the poor directly. It was your own officials who stopped her and proposed cooperation, asking to distribute the loan themselves. KeyBank was only unconditionally cooperative in providing the loan from beginning to end.
As many African nations’ overlord, France certainly couldn’t stand to be stepped on by the Americans, but didn’t have the courage to openly defy the United State America, so they could only painfully wipe the small countries’ asses. They paid the price set by the Americans in cash, keeping the resources of their former colonies for French companies.
For example, Gabon’s three million dollars in debt, sold to an American mining company with a senator’s family background; the sale price was fair, only thirteen million. Then the American mining company didn’t have to do anything; they got back sixty million from the French government through this charitable, interest-free loan. If France didn’t pay up, the senator would sell the loan to a bigger, more professional American company. Then, the American company would truly land in Gabon and complete the mining.
The poor in Gabon got clean water and sanitary toilets, KeyBank got back its three million in principal without any loss, and it also earned a reputation for charity.
And then, these shareholders, with another financial company, received ten million from the mining company as a token of gratitude.
The American mining company and the senator, as professional debt collectors, also got hefty commissions, and everyone was happy, except for the French, but who the hell cares if the French are happy or not when the world doesn’t need the voice of France anymore.
This is the KeyBank that Tommy Hawk designed—the key to wealth, the missionary for the American fat cats—arriving in the name of God, but without salvation.
As long as the officials of that country had the slightest bit of greed, they would fall into Tommy’s trap. Since the bank opened, Stephen had never seen a truly ungreedy person. Everyone looked at Ottelia and those real philanthropists and thought how easy it would be to take the cash from these fools. Once this idea formed, the deal was already more than halfway done.
The idea was Tommy’s; Jim executed the plan, and Stephen thought about it. It seemed like he was only waiting to comfortably divide the money. At this moment, two guys who had contributed to the moneymaking were cursing each other. He looked at them, spread his hands out:
"Tommy, there’s no reason why the bank should pay for your publicity expenses. If you want to promote Ottelia, you have to dig into your own pocket."
Seeing Tommy glaring at him, Stephen immediately added, "One million—I’ll share one million with you. But the decision for the bank to pay for all three million will put Jim in a very difficult position at the board meeting. You have to consider him. Jim has done a lot for us, you can’t treat him like this. You should apologize to him; I’m serious."
"Did you hear that? That’s my brother! Jim!" Tommy, hearing Stephen’s words, immediately smiled at Jim and said, "Don’t think all rich people are stingy. Stephen definitely isn’t; you owe me five hundred thousand."
"Shit! Stephen, is my acting too superb, you couldn’t see this was all fake? Tommy bet with me that you would definitely be willing to share some of the cost with him. I said impossible; you’re not a fool with more money than sense..." Jim never expected to lose five hundred thousand so easily, desperately complaining to Stephen.
"Can I still take it back now?" Stephen cursed quietly after realizing he had been tricked, seeing the expressions on their faces.
Tommy stood up, went behind Stephen, and gave his neck a squeeze, happily saying, "Jim will take the five hundred thousand for me because he lost it to me. You don’t need to pay for me, Stephen. Your performance just now moved me more than a million. I’m filming a documentary for my girlfriend; of course, I won’t let my best friend pay for it. But it’s okay to let the bank’s customers pay for me. Jim, remember to help me process the loan with the bank, and by the way, unless it’s something important, don’t bother me..."
"You’ve already graduated, don’t you plan to take charge here?" Stephen asked Jim as he prepared to leave.
"Jim, Yunus, Ottelia, the senators, everyone has their roles; why would I change this solid structure? Of course not. I have other work to do." Tommy let go of Stephen, turned around, and walked out of the office. "After I finish watching the opera with Ottelia and put her on the plane, I’ll get back to work. Don’t disturb me unless it’s a holiday."
Watching as the guy lazily disappeared outside the door, Stephen turned to Jim, "What work does Tommy do?"
"I don’t care what he does. I’m still pondering the previous question. If his golf club wasn’t broken, why didn’t he cheat?" Jim looked at Stephen with eyes eager for an answer, asking earnestly.
