Chapter 610
Corpse Broker! Wang Yifei: Losing Hundreds of Millions of Dollars
dong dong!
"Please come in!"
"Boss, this is last month's report. I've put it on your desktop."
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Yao Jiahong gazed at the distant Los Angeles skyline and gave a soft "hmm".
The secretary's eyes darkened, she sighed inwardly, and turned to leave.
Recently, her boss suddenly stopped having sex and started cultivating his character, which surprised her greatly.
It wasn't until yesterday that she learned that her boss had his eye on a female celebrity.
That female celebrity is indeed very beautiful. She is not only stunning on camera, but also even more exquisite and fair-skinned in real life, just like an angel.
Well, in mainland terms, it's incredibly ethereal.
As the boss's secretary, she specifically looked into this female celebrity. She found that the woman not only had great fame in the United States, but also had a successful career in both film, television, and music, with a very bright future.
Furthermore, this female celebrity also enjoys immense fame in mainland China; she is a pop diva with over 50 million followers on Weibo.
It's absolutely terrifying.
The total population of the United States is just over 300 million.
This is still because of the large number of foreign people who continuously immigrate to the United States every year, which is why the population growth rate is so fast.
However, the number of fans of a female celebrity can reach 50 million, and her commercial value is hard to estimate.
This isn't even the part that makes the secretary jealous and envious. The most crucial point is that this female celebrity is also an academic high-achiever with exceptional investment skills, having earned over 300 million US dollars through investments.
What a genius girl!
A true winner in life.
No wonder her boss, Yao Jiahong, couldn't forget this female celebrity, and even took the initiative to cultivate his character because of her.
Bang!
After the office door was closed, Yao Jiahong stood for a while before sitting down.
However, he didn't immediately check the report. Instead, he picked up his phone, and unsurprisingly, he didn't receive any messages from Wang Yifei.
It's as if the contact information she gave me last night was fake.
"Interesting. Is it because they don't want to associate with me?"
Yao Jiahong stroked his chin, a strange thought nagging at him.
He didn't know what Wang Yifei was thinking; he only knew that a beautiful woman is the object of a gentleman's affections.
It's not just because Wang Yifei is a world-renowned prodigy, but also because of the financial resources she controls, which makes her worth his investment.
After thinking about it, he didn't take it to heart. After all, Wang Yifei was only eighteen years old, she was very young, and she certainly wouldn't get married so early.
Take your time!
He opened the report on his desktop, and his face suddenly darkened.
Bang!
With a sudden slam of his hand on the table, Yao Jiahong stood up abruptly.
This report is the monthly financial report sent by his own corpse brokerage company. Compared to last month, this month's financial report shows a decrease of five million US dollars.
It may seem like only a reduction of five million US dollars, but in reality, much, much less is actually lost.
It also involves market share.
This is his private business, unknown to outsiders.
Because this company isn't exactly respectable and is likely to be the subject of gossip, it's best to keep it a secret and never disclose it to the public.
Even his secretary didn't know which company was behind the financial report.
The secretary is just a decorative vase; how could he possibly let the other party know too many secrets?
dong dong!
Yao Jiahong subconsciously tapped the table with his fingers. After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone and called the person in charge of the company.
"John, what's going on? Why was last month's financial report five million dollars less than before? I need a reasonable explanation."
"Boss, here's the situation."
After John explained, Yao Jiahong finally understood the reason.
The CIA is like a madman; they will never let go of any point of suspicion.
The FBI is the same; these two agencies have practically turned the entire United States upside down, plowing up the land several times over.
Business growth related to corpses has naturally been severely impacted.
The bodies handled by Yao Jiahong's corpse brokerage company are all donated from various tent communities, slums, and ordinary communities.
For ordinary people, the death of a family member necessitates funeral arrangements, which require a large sum of money and can be a significant burden for ordinary families.
Many people are overjoyed to hear that they can be exempted from funeral expenses after donating their bodies and sign the agreement.
Then they would package and process the bodies they acquired from these body brokers, either selling them to the US military as consumables for explosion tests, or classifying and packaging them and selling them to human specimen companies or private hospitals.
Private hospitals need this or that organ, so that wealthy people can obtain organs and thus extend their lifespan.
Wealthy people are naturally very willing to spend more money in order to live a few more years, because for these rich people, money is just a string of numbers and has long lost its meaning.
On the contrary, a longer lifespan is the most important thing to them.
However, each body brokerage firm has a fixed source of bodies, and Yao Jiahong's firm is limited to a few counties in Los Angeles.
Two of the counties were targeted last month by a joint operation between the CIA and the FBI.
As a result, all the corpses in these areas were taken in by these two major organizations, so naturally the corpse brokerage company had nothing to do with them.
John had already reported this matter last month, but Yao Jiahong didn't pay any attention to it at the time.
"Fake!"
Feeling down, Yao Jiahong had no choice but to pick up the phone and call someone again.
Because the CIA and FBI will ultimately not need these bodies. It would be a huge waste to just pile up thousands or tens of thousands of bodies in the warehouses of these two agencies.
Each corpse can be sold for at least a thousand US dollars.
With so many bodies, that's worth millions, or even tens of millions of US dollars.
Yao Jiahong didn't want to miss out, so he personally called the contact person to see if he could retrieve the bodies and sell them.
I finally managed to get in touch with him. There's a party tonight that he can attend, and we'll meet there to discuss things in detail.
After finally getting to night, Yao Jiahong immediately changed his clothes and headed straight for his destination.
When he arrived at his destination and parked his car, he saw Wang Yifei.
The latter had just arrived at the manor, which was Roland Winster's home.
As the head of MGM, Rowland Winster was a dominant figure in Hollywood, and his parties were, of course, star-studded.
Wang Yifei took a break from her busy schedule to come out. She's been busy promoting her movie, which is currently showing.
I have to leave Los Angeles the day after tomorrow and head straight to Europe for promotional activities.
"Miss Wang, what a coincidence, we meet again! Did you see I called you? Are you very busy? You haven't called me back."
When Yao Jiahong saw Wang Yifei, he was overjoyed, but his expression turned resentful as he spoke.
"Uh, isn't this a bit boring? Why did you even follow me all the way here?" Wang Yifei frowned, her good mood completely gone.
She didn't know why, but instead of feeling any affection for Yao Jiahong, she felt an inexplicable sense of disgust.
It's not that the other person isn't handsome enough, but rather that they have a slightly sinister air about them.
Besides, Wang Yifei had heard that many Chinese families in the United States, especially wealthy ones, had blood on their hands.
For example, she knew that the Yao family in San Francisco used to be a triad, supposedly a branch of the Green Gang.
Therefore, Wang Yifei did not believe that Yao Jiahong was as gentle, handsome and refined as he appeared on the surface.
In terms of acting skills, Wang Yifei may not be as good as the other person, but the other person's eyes do not lie.
The other person didn't seem to feel much discomfort from her lecherous advances, unlike ordinary people. Instead, it was a perfectly measured appreciation coupled with a hidden chill.
It is precisely because of this that Wang Yifei dislikes contacting the other party even more.
"You don't need to explain. Something suddenly came up, and I'm never seeing you again."
After saying that, Wang Yifei climbed back into the car. Yao Jiahong tried to stop her.
But at this moment, Wang Yifei's bodyguard stepped forward and stopped Yao Jiahong, preventing him from succeeding.
hum!
The car quickly left the villa estate. Yao Jiahong watched Wang Yifei's car leave, his expression not changing much, but many doubts arose in his heart.
He didn't understand which step he had taken wrong that made Wang Yifei so wary.
Logically speaking, that shouldn't be possible.
Unable to figure it out, he stopped thinking about it. The most important thing right now was to get those corpses back and sell them, which would be a lot of money.
On the other side, Wang Yifei left somewhat angrily, and received a call from her aunt Wang Meili halfway there.
"Sissi, where are you?"
"Auntie, I'm going back now, I won't be participating."
"My dear aunt, I specially arranged to introduce you to someone, everything was ready, why did you run away? Did someone make you angry?"
"Yeah, I ran into an annoying person at the door just now."
Wang Yifei stated the facts, and Wang Meili on the other end of the phone had a playful expression:
"Is that guy handsome? What's his name? What's his family background? Let me find out for you."
As a senior executive of Want Want Group, Wang Meili frequently visits the United States and is quite familiar with the situation there, making it relatively easy for her to investigate someone's identity.
“His name is Yao Jiahong. I heard he’s from the Yao family in San Francisco.”
"Oh, that playboy, he really is quite annoying. It's the right choice for you not to associate with him."
After a pause, Wang Meili continued:
"I'll tell you the details when I'm free tonight. Since you're not coming, I'll come find you later."
Inside the villa, lights were flashing as many top Hollywood stars or rising celebrities arrived.
Rowland Winster was, after all, the head of MGM, wielding immense power in Hollywood, practically controlling everything.
How could those Hollywood stars dare not attend his party?
After hanging up the phone, Wang Meili had someone inform Winster, and then left the villa by car.
Upon hearing this news, Roland's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Wang Meili's secretary with apprehension:
Is the boss angry?
"No, she just had something come up at the last minute. You can focus on your party."
Roland Winster breathed a sigh of relief after watching the other person leave.
To be fair, the board members of MGM's parent company are indeed quite impressive.
But there's nothing he can do. After all, the other party controls MGM. He may be the head of MGM now, but if he offends Wang Meili, it's hard to say whether he will still be the head of the company in the next moment.
On the other side, as soon as Wang Meili entered the living room of a villa on the top of Beverly Hills, she saw Wang Yifei having a video call with her father.
However, Wang Duoyu looked a little annoyed on the other end of the video call and quickly hung up.
It's nighttime in Los Angeles, but it's morning in China. Due to the time difference, Wang Duoyu had no desire to chat.
The morning should be used for work; after all, such good time shouldn't be wasted, right?
"Sisi, what did your father say to you?"
"Auntie, it seems like Big Fish doesn't like me anymore. He's really disgusted with me now. Do you think I'm neglecting my duties?"
"You call this neglecting your duties? When I was your age, I was doing farm work in the village, I didn't know anything, and I could only earn eight work points a day at most."
When Wang Meili was eighteen years old in 1978, she was indeed farming in her hometown's production team, earning work points every day.
These days were incredibly difficult.
Things have changed drastically since then.
"Auntie, how can these be the same?" Wang Yifei rolled her eyes, then quickly shook off her gloom and chuckled:
"Auntie, you saw my movie, right? It did a huge box office yesterday, and there are still so many people lining up to buy tickets today. Maybe the box office will explode."
The first day of the Fast & Furious franchise grossed $3 million.
The box office on the second day, which was yesterday, was $408 million.
Today is Saturday, which is the weekend, so the box office results are sure to be even more explosive.
Movies these days are like mysteries. Wang Meili naturally knew the outcome, and even knew it a long time ago, but Wang Yifei didn't know, and this matter couldn't be told to Wang Yifei and the others yet.
Accepting secrets takes time; let them settle slowly, there's no need to rush.
"Congratulations! It's a pity you didn't get a large investment this time, otherwise you would definitely have made a fortune."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yifei's smile froze instantly.
She's fine if we don't talk about this, but as soon as it comes up, she gets upset.
Although "Fast & Furious 2" did very well at the box office, Hollywood companies are all the same; they would never allow a foreigner like Wang Yifei to take away too much of the investment.
For cooperation and mutual benefit, mutual accommodation is essential.
Surely Wang Meili can't take the lion's share all by herself, can she?
"Sigh, I've lost hundreds of millions of dollars, I'm so miserable. Aunt, do you have any good projects in mind? Please introduce them to me, I'm sure I can handle them." (End of Chapter)