Chapter 330 - Blocking The Warehouse
What else could Adrian say? He could only grit his teeth and comply.
Anyway, he got a total of $360,000 from Jimmy and the other five executives. After giving Franco $50,000, he would get to pocket the remaining $310,000.
He would deduct the remaining $500,000 he had to pay Franco from the company"s funds. Since he wouldn"t have to use his own money, he naturally wouldn"t feel the pinch.
Franco was also very pleased with the deal this time because all he had to do was take his underlings with him to block the doors of a warehouse, and he would easily earn $550,000, which was way higher than the annual wage he drew from working at Snowflake Entertainment.
The two were extremely satisfied with the deal and soon agreed on the time and details of the operation.
The next morning, many cargo trucks parked in front of the entrance of the warehouse of Solar Corporation"s Orange County branch. Many movers and sorters were getting busy too.
Logistics workers would work continuously round the clock almost without stopping. They were especially busy today because there were a few trucks of very important goods to be loaded immediately and sent to another city in the afternoon.
"Everyone, work faster. These goods have to be expedited. Speed up, guys!" A supervisor standing next to the trucks instructed loudly.
"You have to give us a bonus this month!" someone said to the supervisor smilingly.
"Haha, sure. I"ll apply for it from the higher-ups!"
They joked around for a while before speeding up moving the goods.
Boom!
Boom!
Suddenly, a series of roars coming from vehicles came from outside the warehouse.
Everyone raised their heads to look over, only to see more than twenty s.h.i.+ny black motorcycles. One by one, they pulled over in front of the warehouse with the screeching sounds of the brakes.
The roguish riders of the motorcycles were burly men with dyed hair and tattoos. They started crowding around the entrance of the warehouse with menacing expressions and steel rods in their hands.
The supervisor, Tom, tensed up and hurriedly took out a box of premium cigarettes from his pocket. He walked forward and said with a deferential smile, "You are…?"
"Get lost!" Before Tom could finish speaking, the leader, whose face was covered in scars, pushed him away and hollered, "Block all the doors of this warehouse! No cargo is allowed to leave here today!"
"Okay!" The gangsters carrying steel rods answered loudly and soon guarded the doors of the warehouse tightly.
The workers had never seen such a scene before. When they saw these people charging over aggressively, they hurriedly dropped the goods they were carrying and left.
Although the workers outnumbered the gangsters, they were just ordinary people and obviously didn"t dare to fight these gangsters wielding steel rods.
Seeing this, Tom was so frightened that he started shuddering. But since he was the supervisor, he couldn"t run away like the others. He could only muster his courage and ask fearfully, "Gentlemen… Um… did someone offend you?"
Franco spat saliva onto the ground and shot a glance at the red-haired underling beside him.
The red-haired underling immediately stepped forward, grabbed the horrified Tom by his collar, and dragged him toward Franco.
"Sir, please spare me! I-I didn"t do anything!" Tom shuddered uncontrollably. He was so fl.u.s.tered that he began tearing up.
"Hmph, call your general manager, William Carter, and get him to come here!" Franco said furiously while sitting on a box of goods with one leg crossed over the other.
"Yes, yes! I"ll call Mr. Carter right away!"
Soon, William, who was still going about his daily duties in the office, received a report from his secretary.
"Bad news, Mr. Carter. We just received news that someone leading a gang of more than twenty people has blocked the doors of our company"s warehouse. They refuse to let any goods be transported in or out!"
William Carter immediately frowned.
This was the first time he encountered such a thing since he took over the company.
"Let"s go check out the situation." William stood up and instructed his secretary to go to the warehouse with him.
These types of things would happen either due to personal feuds or blackmail. Regardless of the reason, William was obliged to solve the matter, as it was part of his duties as the general manager of the company.
Of course, William was not foolish enough to go there only with his secretary. He instructed some of the security guards of the company to go with them to the large warehouse near the harbor on the outskirts of the county.
Soon, William arrived at the warehouse with his men, only to see the conspicuous convoy of motorcycles at the entrance and the twenty-odd burly men blocking the entrances and exits of the warehouse. He also saw the scarf-faced Franco sitting on a box of goods and smoking some cigarettes.
William didn"t know who Franco was, but he could tell from his domineering aura and posture that he was the leader of these gangsters. So William walked toward Franco and said courteously, "Sir, I am the general manager of this company. Why are you doing this? Did one of us offend you?"
Franco puffed out a ring of smoke and glanced at William nonchalantly. He asked in disdain, "Are you the new general manager, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d I"m looking for?"
William"s face turned a little sullen, but he nevertheless said courteously, "My name is William Carter. How should I address you?"
"You"re not fit to know my name." Franco glared at William hostilely, and the hideous scars on his face made him look even more menacing.
William received a great shock and turned as pale as a sheet.
He forced himself to calm down and tried to negotiate with Franco. "Sir, can we talk things over calmly? There"s a café nearby. How about we have a chat there?"
"To h.e.l.l with that! I"m telling you, you"re in no place to speak to me. Get Adrian Hill to come here! I"ll speak to him instead!" Franco said ferociously.
Seeing that Franco knew who Adrian was, William immediately felt uneasy and wondered if Franco was Adrian"s enemy or accomplice.
But no matter what, William continued to speak in a courteous tone, "Adrian Hill… was already dismissed by the company yesterday. He"s no longer an employee of our company, so if there"s anything you need to tell him, you can just let me know…"
"Bulls.h.i.+t!" Franco hollered furiously. He stepped forward and gave William a hard slap on his face! "b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I said Adrian Hill is the only person I"m going to speak to. Do you not understand what I said?"