Chapter 65

"Okay, when will the contract be signed?" Jamie Dimon hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"I brought the contract. You can arrange for the legal staff to check it and sign it when there is no problem. In addition, I will send someone to take over the Forum Publishing Company tomorrow morning. Remember to say hello to the stationed staff."

Jamie Dimon agrees to Jan Sen's condition as expected.

"Yang...How is Jason's injury? How are you going to deal with Lehman?" After discussing business, Jamie Damon walked around the desk, poured a glass of whiskey for both of them, and asked with concern.

"The plane is still in the sky, and the injuries are serious. An ambulance has been arranged to go to the airport." Yang Sen is now in a state of confusion. He is full of anger at the Lehman family and wants to devour them.

"Oh, it is a good thing to have no worries of life." Jamie Dimon said a comforting word, took a sip of whiskey and paused, his eyes wandering over Yang Sen.

Yang Sen put down his wine glass, saw Jamie Dimon's hesitation, and chuckled, "It doesn't matter if you have anything to say, just say something nice for Lehman."

"No, no, I just want to remind you that Paul Lehman and Warren have a relationship."

Jamie Dimon's unhurried reminder made Yang Sen frown.

"Warren... Will he get involved with this kind of thing?"

Judging from past records, the old stock magnate has never participated in the precedent for power struggles, but there is always a precedent in everything. There is no precedent before, which does not mean that there is no now. He regretted it again and again.

"It can't be on the bright side. You have to worry about the face of Wall Street. I don't know it secretly."

Jamie Dimon suddenly mentioned Warren Buffett to alert Janssen. It was not just a simple reminder. He was not so kind. It was more like a hint, suggesting that Janssen should not conflict with Warren Buffett. This is the consensus of Wall Street, and they are not qualified. Warren Buffett is warned that only Janssen, a relatively weak player, can be used to demonstrate.

"I see, thank you, Jamie." Yang Sen kept a straight face from beginning to end, with neither smile nor anger, as if the person had no emotions, but barking dogs would not bite people. Usually, the more such a performance represents the stronger the counterattack.

"You're welcome..." Jamie Dimon suddenly became a little sluggish, which was different from the scene he had imagined. He didn't know how to speak for a while.

When Yang Sen saw this, he took the initiative to say goodbye. He had to make arrangements while Yang Cheng was not back.

At 6 o'clock in the morning of July 9th, a group of bodyguards composed of more than 10 tough men in suits, black sunglasses, and headsets gathered on the business jet apron of New York's Kennedy International Airport. They wore expressions that didn't invite conversation, surrounded by several individuals with extraordinary temperaments.

Not far from the side, a fleet of Bentleys, Escalades, and ambulances were parked. Outside the ambulance, a medical team stood ready. The apron was no longer noisy, and the usual ground service personnel remained tense.

A few minutes later, an eagle-like plane suddenly emerged from the clouds, as if reluctantly leaving the beauty of the sky, steadily aimed at the runway with its nose high, stretched its wings, and landed gracefully. It was the Yuanshan aircraft that brought Yang Cheng back from Rio.

On the tarmac, a middle-aged man with a tired yet still arrogant face directed medical staff to prepare for assistance. A fleet of cars, including Bentleys, Escalades, and ambulances, waited nearby. The atmosphere was tense but organized.

"Hmm..." The contact between the aircraft tires and the runway produced heavy smoke due to intense friction. Brakes engaged, engine reverse thrust activated, and ground spoilers opened. The pilot executed a series of deceleration actions with precision.

The ground-guided vehicle led the Yuanshan to the apron. There was no time to wait for the aircraft to park in the hangar. Only when the aircraft came to a stop and the gangway opened did a group of people swarm up.

The doctor and medical staff carrying a stretcher were the first to board the plane, followed by Yang Sen and Liu Yun.

In Yuanshan's bedroom, after more than 10 hours of long-distance flight, Yang Cheng's vital signs began to deteriorate. Despite having no obvious trauma before boarding, his skin now displayed shades of blue and purple. His left forearm was swollen, and his usually ruddy face was bloodless. Eyes closed, breathing weak, his chest hardly moved. Liu Yun's tears flowed like a river.

To avoid disturbing the doctor's examination, Liu Yun bit her lip firmly and covered her mouth with her hands, not daring to make a sound.

The doctor examining Yang Cheng was Brandon Fell, the director of the emergency department at New York's Presbyterian Hospital. He had rich clinical experience, and his presence was secured partly due to the promise of payment.

"Mr. Mayfair, how is my son?" Yang Sen saw Brandon Mayer put away his stethoscope, took a step forward, and anxiously held the opponent's arm, inquiring urgently.

"Mr. Yang, your son's condition is not very good. Send him to the ambulance quickly." Brandon Feier understood Yang Sen's mood, even if it was for the money. Yang Cheng was in danger if any second was wasted. After a quick explanation, he signaled for Yang Cheng to be carried on the stretcher.

Hansen and Andrew were both stopped by Brandon from assisting. "The patient has severe internal bleeding and cannot move around. Let our professional staff handle it."

Yang Sen understood the priorities and nodded quickly. "Okay, go to the hospital first."

He then turned to the person carrying the stretcher. "Thank you both."

"Hansen, follow Jason, don't make any mistakes," Yang Sen instructed, patting Hansen on the back.

"Yes, sir."

Armed with pistols and magazines, Hansen boarded the ambulance, ensuring Yang Cheng wouldn't leave his eyes for a second.

"Andrew, you drive my car and tell me the details."

As the Escalade started, Yang Sen hurriedly took his wife's hand and settled into the Bentley.

"Yes, sir."

The motorcade, led by the Escalade, swiftly headed to New York Presbyterian Hospital. The hospital, a merger of Cornell University School of Medicine and Columbia University Hospital, had two campuses. Yang Cheng would be treated at Elder Cornell on East 68th Street.

"Andrew, what was the situation like at that time?"

In the Bentley Mulsanne, Yang Sen and Liu Yun sat in the back, their eyes focused. Although Andrew had faced guns on the battlefield, he seemed unperturbed.

"I was in the front row with Hansen, and the boss was preparing to fetch water from the back. Hansen noticed the truck driving too fast behind us. He reminded me to be vigilant, but the truck suddenly accelerated. It was too late to evade. The boss got down, and the truck collided straight from behind."

After turning with the car in front, Andrew continued the narrative. "After that, Hansen and I got out. There was no accomplice. Hansen investigated the scene, and I checked the boss's injuries. According to Hansen, the truck brake marks suggested it suddenly braked before hitting us. It was a serious threat. If they wanted to kill, the tonnage of the truck hitting at high speed would have been fatal."

Andrew, maintaining military discipline, didn't justify the premeditated accident, emphasizing the need for evidence.

"Well, what happened with the 100 million dollars?"

"At that time, Dubai Crown Prince Hammandan hosted a gambling game. The boss and Louis Lehman bet against each other. The boss initially bet 30 million. Louis, likely having manipulated the game, confidently raised the bet to 50 million, finally settling on 100 million U.S. dollars. Oh, and the boss sent a message to Hansen at the start, asking us to keep an eye on Louis Lehman's bodyguard and not let him leave the box."

"No, is it a coincidence that they happened to be in the same box?" Yang Sen, with his intelligence, detected many loopholes in the incident.

"No, we were spotted as soon as we arrived in Rio, someone from Louis Lehman. The boss then had Hansen invite Louis Lehman to watch the World Cup semi-final match."

After listening to the narration, Yang Sen sensed something amiss. The sequence from being followed to sending Hansen to track down seemed reasonable. However, why did Yang Cheng invite Louis to watch the game? There was an apparent plan.

What was Yang Cheng's plan? What drove him to increase the bet to 100 million U.S. dollars?

These questions could only be answered by Yang Cheng himself once he woke up. Without that, even with Yang Sen's high intelligence, the answers remained elusive.

The motorcade, flashing double lights, arrived at the hospital in just over 20 minutes, transferring Yang Cheng to the emergency ward.

Distressed, Liu Yun held Yang Cheng's hand.

Yang Sen stayed in the emergency room when Alina rushed over with her phone, panting, "Boss, Paul Lehman's call."

Yang Sen narrowed his eyes, took the phone, and answered in a voice that seemed to have endured the chill of a thousand years, "I am Yang Sen..."