Chapter 39: You are in no position to talk to me

At 7:30 a.m. on June 21st, Zhou Ming was having breakfast in the dormitory when suddenly the bodyguard ** came over and told Zhou Ming that there was a car outside hovering around the dormitory, and he didn't know the other person's intentions.

It cannot be denied that ** has truly implemented the responsibilities of a bodyguard to the core. You have to understand that they have been in the United States for half a year, and apart from the time when Old Brook sent someone to intercept the car halfway, they have never encountered any danger. Under these circumstances, most people would have let their guard down, but ** is still able to remain vigilant. Only a soldier king who repays Zhou Ming with his life can do that.

Zhou Ming thought about it for a moment, then nodded to show that he understood. He quickly finished his breakfast, walked out of the dormitory door with **, and saw the car ** had mentioned. It was a very ordinary Ford sedan. Zhou Ming looked at the car and smiled, then walked straight over. The car seemed to sense something, too, and stopped after Zhou Ming had passed by.

Knock, knock, knock!

Zhou Ming reached out and knocked on the window three times and said, 'Friend inside, I'm Zhou Ming. If you're here to see me, please come out and talk. Don't circle around my dormitory. If you're not dizzy, we're dizzy.'

Under Zhou Ming's persuasion, the door of the Ford sedan was opened, and an obese figure walked out of the car: 'Mr. Zhou Ming, I'm sorry, but I think I have something I must talk to you about.'

Zhou Ming looked at the familiar but obese figure for a moment, then suddenly laughed, 'You can't be Bertolt! How did you become like this? I almost didn't recognise you without your waistcoat!'

He was indeed Bertolt, but now he was unkempt, not only were his clothes tattered, but his face was also covered in bruises, and there were scratches from fingernails all over his neck and face. Bobtou lowered his head in front of Zhou Ming and did not dare to look at him. Although he had never heard the joke about the bastard and the vest, Zhou Ming's words still made him feel a strong sense of mockery.

Zhou Ming took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one and handed it to Bobtou, saying, 'Say whatever you want here. The dormitory is full of people and tongues, unless you want to be laughed at by more people.'

Bautob took the cigarette from Zhou Ming's hand and thanked him. When he put the cigarette in his mouth, Zhou Ming asked him, 'You came here for the Meitong Logistics Company, didn't you?'

Bautob stopped what he was doing, and after a long silence, he took a deep drag and said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, I was wrong. If you want the position of Councillor of the Vinda Community, I can let you have it, but I need you to withdraw Meitong Logistics Company from the Vinda Community immediately.'

'This is a very rare thing, and I really want to know what made you, Mr. Botter, make this decision,' Zhou Ming said, but there was absolutely no surprise in his tone. Seeing that Botter was looking down there, seemingly very hesitant, he gave him a little motivation, 'If Mr. Botter needs time to think about it, that's fine. I think Mr. Botter will have thought about it by the time I get back from class.'

After saying this, Zhou Ming turned around and wanted to go back to the dormitory, but Botter immediately stopped Zhou Ming and could not help but make a compromise: 'Mr. Zhou Ming, I think we should talk about the issue of the councilor of the Vidda Community. Everything else is irrelevant.'

Zhou Ming did not say anything in response, but the expression on his face clearly gave the answer, and Botter had to compromise again: 'I understand, Mr. Zhou Ming, I will tell you everything.'

Then Baotuo said what had happened. Nine days ago, that is, on the third day after he was elected as a member of the Vinda Community Council, the Meitong Logistics Company opened up in the Vinda Community with great fanfare, and even maliciously spread rumours about his Vinda Logistics in the exit advertisements. Baotuo was furious and wanted to find Omar a problem, but was beaten up by onlookers.

After returning home, Boteb decided to compete with Omar, but the low-price competition from Meitong and the impact of the advertisements caused the turnover of Vinda Logistics to fall again and again.

'Although the Veda community is just an ordinary one, it is backed by the Charles River and has many business managers from various companies, who all need a logistics company that can work well with them. As a result, my company used to earn at least a few hundred dollars every day. 'At this, Botbol looked up at Zhou Ming and continued, 'But since Meitong Logistics came in, my company hasn't had a single customer for three days.'

'The Vinda community is so small, and I have been here for ten years, so I know exactly how many customers there are here. I have tried many things, such as discounts or cost reductions, and even calling customers one by one to explain the situation, but it is all useless,' said Bob. "I have also thought about competing with you, perhaps you just want to vent your anger, as long as I can get through this period, that's fine.'

After a pause, Bob continued, "But I am just a small logistics company, and I only have so much capital, so how can I compete with your Wharton Insurance Company? You are worth billions of dollars.'

'So you made yourself look miserable like this? To win my sympathy, right?' Zhou Ming asked with interest.

Facing this question, Botter's face suddenly turned ashamed. He told Zhou Ming, 'This wasn't done by myself. It was my secretary, who is also my lover, that Mexican bitch. It was all her greed for my money that turned me into this state!'

Although Botterb was speaking incoherently, Zhou Ming could easily guess what had happened. It was nothing more than Botterb's lover coveting his money. Now that Omar's intervention had reduced his income and he was in danger of going bankrupt at any time, then under such circumstances, the lover obviously did not want to follow him anymore, but he was reluctant to let go. As a result, in the tug-of-war, the lover had turned him into this state.

This was really a melodramatic plot.

Botterb concluded, 'So I came here today to admit defeat to you, Mr. Zhou Ming. I will resign from my position as a member of parliament, and a new election will be held. I believe Omar will be elected...'

Before Botterb could finish his sentence, Zhou Ming waved his hand to interrupt him and said, 'I'm curious about one thing. Who told you these naive ideas?'

Botterb swallowed the rest of his words and looked at Zhou Ming with a blank expression, completely unable to understand what he meant.

Zhou Ming also looked at Botterb and said, 'Why don't you seem to understand what I mean? I don't accept your concession, I don't need you to resign from your position as a member of parliament, and lastly, I don't think the parliament will re-elect, and perhaps re-assign a member of parliament.'

'Then what do you want, Mr. Zhou Ming?' Botterb asked.

Zhou Ming laughed, 'You're asking me what I want? I think you are a bit too self-righteous. What makes you think you are qualified to speak to me directly? If you have any problems, go and see Omar. He will take care of it. I have to go to class soon. I advise you not to appear in front of me again, or I guarantee you will be a hundred times worse off than you are today. Please believe me, I will do what I say.'

Zhou Ming left with ** after leaving Baotuo with these final words, leaving a stunned Baotuo who didn't know what to do.

Back in the dormitory, Zhou Ming glanced at Baotuo outside the window and then dialed Omar's phone: 'Baotuo is now at the door of my dormitory. Come over immediately and get rid of him. I don't want to see his annoying face when I come back.'

Zhou Ming hung up after giving the order, then returned to his seat to continue eating breakfast without glancing at Baotuo outside again.

Outside the door, after Zhou Ming left, Bertram muttered to himself, 'Why is this happening?' while leaning against his car and sitting down. Bertram was really confused. He couldn't believe that he no longer had the qualifications to have an equal conversation with the Chinese. Could it be that he was just going to assign anyone to arrange things for him? But he was an American, and he was just a Chinese guy. How could this have happened?

Bob looked up at the rising sun in the distance. He knew that today was the day with the longest hours of sunlight in a year, but he felt a piercing cold.

Before long, another car drove up and a tall black man came up to Bob and blocked the sun for him. Bob looked at this person and then suddenly froze: 'You are Omar, you are here to arrange for me?'

Omar smiled and then squatted in front of Bob and asked him back, 'What do you think? Are you still qualified to negotiate face-to-face with Mr. Zhou Ming?'

Botebert lowered his head. Indeed, he was no longer qualified. To him, Vinda Logistics was everything. Losing Vinda Logistics was like losing everything. Perhaps he still had the status of a community councillor, but without the support of Vinda Logistics, it was worthless. He knew that grassroots councillors were all part-time councillors and did not receive a single cent in salary. In other words, if Vinda Logistics went bankrupt, then he would not even be able to survive, let alone be a councillor.

'Omar, I know I was wrong, I've already conceded defeat, I can let you be the councillor, I just want my Vinda Logistics Company to be fine,' said Botterb urgently.

Omar laughed, "But unfortunately, I don't care about a small community councillor, I want the company.'

Botterb glared at Omar and said, "So you want me to die?'

'Calm down, my dear Councillor. I think you should let me finish before you express your opinion,' Omar told him in his very attractive voice. 'My idea is for my company, Meitong Logistics, to buy your company, Vinda Logistics, and for you to continue as a Councillor. Of course, you don't need to worry about your livelihood, because I can make you a director of Meitong Logistics and support your activities as a Councillor.'

Omar paused at the end of his sentence before asking, 'Do you understand what I'm saying?'

Omar's voice was very pleasant to hear, but at this moment, in Botbol's ears, it sounded like the sound of a demon from hell beating against his heart, leaving him breathless.

'You want me to be your puppet?' Botbol asked with clenched teeth.

Omar shook his head and said, 'No, no, no, the term "puppet" is too rude. I have a nicer term for it: "shadow government". After all, as a member of our Vidda community, you need to be supervised by the community, and we can all make any suggestions to you.'

'What's the difference? It's just you wrapping up the shit you've made,' said Bertolt bitterly.

'Mr Bertolt seems to have a real soft spot,' said Omar. 'So I won't waste any more of your time. Do you want to go as a Member of Parliament in style, or do you want to go down in disgrace and jump into the River Charles?'

Bertolt clenched his fists and remained silent for a long time before finally lowering his head in resignation: 'I understand. I'll do as you say.'

'That's a wise choice, Councillor Bottleb. But I have one more question for you. Did someone help you in this election?'

Bottleb had given up at this point, and without thinking, he nodded in response to Omar's question. 'Yes, his name is Kane. He said his family is very capable and can help me become a Councillor in the Vidda community.'