Chapter 128: A New Plan

Zhou Ming's words were like detonating a heavy bomb, stunning everyone. They looked at Zhou Ming in a daze, their eyes full of confusion and helplessness. Even Umar looked at Zhou Ming in great surprise.

Facing everyone's surprise, Zhou Ming's expression remained calm: 'Do you think that if I say this, I am still holding a grudge from last time? Since you didn't help me last time, I simply won't help you this time. After all, I can't retaliate against Congressman Brook, but you will lose your house forever. In comparison, it seems that I would rather see you cry.'

At the end of his speech, Zhou Ming even turned to Omar and asked him, 'Is that what you think too?'

Omar was completely unprepared for Zhou Ming's question and just nodded subconsciously, 'I would think so, but I believe Mr. Zhou Ming would never do that.'

Zhou Ming smiled and said, 'Of course I won't do that, but I don't know if you remember what I said to you all at the beginning.'

Zhou Ming paused deliberately when he said this. He looked around and saw that everyone was confused, so he continued, 'I said at the time that I let you file for personal bankruptcy was to make Brook Investment Company unable to get a loan and have to auction off your mortgaged properties, and to send a message to the entire American society that subprime loans are not safe, because only in this way can it cause a series of subsequent chain reactions.'

'But now what?' Zhou Ming said, 'Now Brook Investment Company has sent you a letter from their lawyer, saying that you have defaulted on the loan and that they are going to auction off your property. In other words, your property no longer exists. Without this prerequisite, how can I help you?'

Everyone suddenly came to their senses, and they regretted their actions. They all hated themselves for not believing in Zhou Ming's words and following his advice to file for personal bankruptcy and teach those whites a lesson. Now they had this result. Mr. Zhou Ming had clearly told them that since they refused to fight back, those whites would not thank them in the slightest, and would instead become even more aggressive. Wasn't that prediction from back then coming true now?

'Mr. Zhou Ming, I know that we have committed unforgivable crimes, and we are all unforgivable sinners. Our distrust and offence towards you is our greatest original sin. But despite our deep sins, we still hope to grovel at your feet, hoping that your light can help us dispel these sins and darkness. ...Because our families and children are innocent, if there is any guilt, let me bear it, don't involve my children!'

It was the black woman Cindy who spoke again. She was like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, clinging tightly to Zhou Ming for help: 'Mr. Zhou Ming, I know you are a very wise man, so you will definitely help us, right? I beg you, I don't want me and my family to become homeless!'

Cindy got up from her seat and finally came to Zhou Ming, kneeling down and begging Zhou Ming.

'What are you doing? Get up!' Zhou Ming said, and tried to help Cindy up, but Cindy remained kneeling there begging Zhou Ming.

The representatives of other ethnic minority families saw what Cindy was doing and followed suit, all kneeling down in front of Zhou Ming and begging him, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, please, we have heard from Mr. Omar that your financial and economic wisdom is ahead of its time, so you will definitely have a way out; we beg you to help us, no one else will help us except you, lawyers are a bunch of freeloaders who do nothing for money, and those high and mighty parliamentarians and officials, they will only shoot rubber bullets and tear gas at us.'

Zhou Ming glanced at Omar, who smiled sheepishly because he had done a lot of work to help Zhou Ming lay a good foundation.

Of course, Zhou Ming didn't blame him, after all, he also wanted to help himself, it's just that these minorities are a bit miserable.

Compared to the domestic party and government organs, which are mixed with a lot of human relations and humanitarianism, the federal government of the United States is cold and indifferent. Because if something like this happened in the country, as long as these ethnic minorities gathered and caused a commotion, the government would always find a way to solve it for them. However, in the United States, where freedom of assembly is the law, if they dare to cause a commotion, what awaits them will be the rubber batons of riot police and the tear gas that forces them to leave.

It is inevitable to get injured in a conflict or get arrested and taken to the police station. These minorities who have formal jobs don't want to do that.

As for finding a lawyer, not to mention that lawyers who are capable of fighting a lawsuit against Brook Investment Company have exorbitant litigation fees. You have to know that Zhou Ming himself has a lawyer, and he has to pay him at least 200,000 US dollars every month. And having a lawyer does not necessarily mean that you can win, so they have to put all their hopes on Zhou Ming. ?. ?`

Zhou Ming sighed inwardly: it is said that there must be something hateful about a pitiful person, but so many people are begging him like this, he should always do something, and his methods really need these minorities.

So Zhou Ming thought for a moment before saying, 'Okay, I can promise to find you another place to live, and I can also help you find a way to buy back the property that was auctioned off. It's just that from now on, you all have to listen to my commands.'

Hearing Zhou Ming say this instantly gave these people their last hope, so they all nodded eagerly and said to Zhou Ming, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, don't worry, we will definitely listen to you.'

'Then please all rise first, I am not a god to be worshipped,' said Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming's teasing made everyone laugh out loud, and then they all got up from the floor and returned to their seats one by one.

When everyone was seated again, Zhou Ming said, 'In fact, I understand that Brook Investment Company's auction of your property is because they don't want you to figure it out one day and file for personal bankruptcy, so they have to act first. However, there is one thing they missed. Although you are a minority, you actually have a large population. You all have many relatives and friends. With the current status of subprime loans in society, I think everyone has applied for them, right?'

In the face of Zhou Ming's question, everyone nodded. Cindy tentatively asked, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, do you want us to convince our relatives and friends to apply for personal bankruptcy?'

'That's only one aspect!' Zhou Ming said, 'I think it is most convincing for you to use the facts of your birth to prove it to your relatives and friends.'

'Okay, no problem. I have three sisters, and they all got their houses from subprime lenders. They have long suspected that these lenders were cheating them out of interest, and they were worried that there might be problems with the contracts they signed with the lenders. I believe that now, with the Vinda Community, they will definitely be more convinced! So, Mr. Zhou Ming, I will definitely try to persuade her!' Cindy, the black woman, said.

After Cindy, the others also followed suit and expressed their support to Zhou Ming: 'Mr. Zhou Ming, please rest assured, we will definitely persuade our relatives and friends!'

'I have no doubt about this at all, unless you don't want to get back your property that is about to be auctioned off,' said Zhou Ming. 'Then please go back to work, and I'll be waiting for good news from you.'

At Zhou Ming's call, everyone shouted in unison, 'Yes!' and then left the warehouse. Zhou Ming did not see them off, but remained seated in his position.

After everyone had left, Omar asked Zhou Ming, 'Do you really think they can convince their relatives and friends?'

Zhou Ming shook his head and replied, 'I don't think so. After all, if it weren't an emergency, I don't think anyone would be willing to give up their house, because after all, it is a home.'

'But I'm still going to do it,' Ming Zhou said. 'It's just that I'm not expecting any miracles. I just need an opportunity. I can use it to get the media to report on the Adams family in a big way, or get some commentators to comment on it, so as to burst the subprime mortgage bubble. Coupled with the people in the Veda community using their own examples, it will definitely change the market's attitude from trust to worry about subprime mortgages.'

'And once the market's attitude has changed, then some of the tricks in the middle will come to an end.' Zhou Ming thought for a while and then said, "Of course I understand that multipoint flowering is not desirable, so I will choose Brook Investment Company as my target."

'Although I don't understand what kind of subprime mortgage crisis you, Mr. Zhou Ming, will have, I believe you. You said that it will happen, so it will happen,' said Omar.

Omar then left the warehouse as well. Ming first took out his phone and called Edward Lawrence and Louis separately, telling them the results of the meeting he had just had with the Vida community and also giving them his thoughts, including the property issues of which ethnic minorities.

In response, all three men said generously, 'If we can really solve the problem of Brook Investment Company and drive Adams out of Brighton, then all the property issues will be trivial!'

After hanging up with the three, Zhou Ming and ** left the warehouse and went to the lobby of the motel to find the owner.

He was sitting on the sand reading the newspaper. He looked up and glanced at Zhou Ming and ** and said, 'I just saw a lot of people leaving in cars. They were all smiling, so it seems that Mr. Zhou Ming's meeting was a great success.'

'I'm honoured by your praise,' said Ming. "Now that my meeting is over, I've come to return the key to you, and you can charge the expenses to my room."

Ming handed the motel owner the key to the warehouse and added, 'Today's situation was a bit special, so the meeting only lasted a short time. Do you want to know what we were discussing in there?'

The hotel owner shook his head and replied, 'I'm sorry, I don't want to know. This is my usual rule. If anyone wants to talk about things in my warehouse, I won't ask any questions. As long as what you discuss is not how to blow up my warehouse with a bomb, otherwise I will lose trust.'

'But this time is different, because I want to take the initiative to tell you that what we were discussing just now was how to get rid of the Brighton Bank and the Adams family,' said Zhou Ming.

The hotel owner was stunned and looked at Zhou Ming in disbelief, saying, 'Are you serious?'

Zhou Ming shrugged, 'I don't think I'm joking right now.'

The hotel owner let out a long breath and said, 'I never thought that Mr. Zhou Ming's ambitions were really that great. You actually want to take down the Brighton Bank and the Adams family. That is the core of Brighton, and they are even older than the history of this country. Your courage is admirable.'

Zhou Ming sat down in front of the hotel owner and said to him, 'So I need you to do me a favour.'

'Haha! I think you've got the wrong person, Mr. Zhou Ming. I'm just an ordinary motel owner. How could I possibly help you, still against the Brighton Bank and the Adams family...'

The hotel owner's words came to an abrupt end here, because Zhou Ming said a name: 'Balbo.'