blogombal Chapter 434 In Prison
Chapter 434 In Prison
Chapter 434 In Prison
Neat walls, clean floor, sturdy bed frame.
If someone had described the cell to Leo in this way before, Leo would have thought they were crazy.
But clearly, he himself might be the one who's gone mad.
"Hahaha-"
Perhaps he really had gone mad long ago.
Two days ago, or perhaps the day before that, officers stormed into his home and arrested him.
Leo asked the other party for the reason, but the other party did not say a word.
Until yesterday, a man with a small mustache dressed in fine clothes came to the interview room and questioned Leo.
He told Leo that as long as he answered truthfully, he could guarantee Leo's release from prison.
His question was, where did Leo's spices come from?
Leo, naturally, chose to remain silent.
Clearly, the other party was not wary of the commercial value of spices, but rather knew about their other uses.
For example, the power of spices can be used as a power source for firearms.
Leo also had a vague feeling that the other party might have known about the existence of spices all along.
Long before Leo brought spices to the Far East.
But no matter what, Leo cannot tell the other party the truth.
First, Leo's spice empire was built on information asymmetry.
Secondly, once Leo reveals the secret, he may lose his value in the eyes of the other party.
At present, Leo has not lost hope of saving himself.
If absolutely necessary, Leo can also use the power of the contract to help himself escape.
But if that were the case, it would be difficult to further develop the spice market in the Far East, and all the research and investment would be wasted.
Firearms can absolutely change the times, and Leo doesn't want to lose them.
Spices, as a luxury item, could absolutely make Leo incredibly wealthy.
But this wealth is only temporary. Someone will eventually discover the secrets of the new continent, and then the spice pie will gradually be divided up by those who are more powerful.
On the western side of the sea, perhaps firearms can uphold Leo's sense of justice.
Similarly, as a technological product, firearms can continue to be iterated upon.
In other words, the potential of firearms will not be lost with the changing times, but will only be updated along with them.
But that's all in the future. Right now, Leo is waiting to make contact with the outside world.
Suddenly, a prison guard arrived at the door of Leo's cell.
The other person wasn't carrying a food tray, which means they came to see Leo for other reasons.
Sure enough, the man said after a moment:
"Come out, someone wants to see you."
Leo walked out of his cell and followed the prison guard to the visiting room.
The kingdom's prisons don't have dedicated visitation rooms. Anyone who wants to see a prisoner must go to the prisoner's dark cell. It can only be said that everything in the Federation has its own system.
Soon, Leo arrived at the access room.
When Leo saw his visitor, his tense heart suddenly relaxed.
"Oh! My dear Mr. Franklin!" Leo exclaimed.
"Are you alright, Mr. Leo?" Franklin asked.
"At least they didn't interrogate me," Leo shrugged.
"Torture?" Franklin said. "That's against federal law, but in fact, your arrest is also against the code. You should understand now, sir, that you're in a very troublesome situation!"
Leo nodded: "Of course I understand, sir. Please tell me, what's the situation?"
"I'm still investigating the specific reasons, even with my connections, I can't directly find out what you did wrong."
Franklin shook his head and sighed. "That's enough to conclude that this matter is quite difficult. Sir, you know, just getting a meeting with you is no easy feat!"
"Is this unusual?" Leo asked, puzzled.
"Every prisoner has the right to be visited," Franklin said. "In fact, I found you a lawyer immediately, but I was firmly refused access. Even when the lawyer took legal action, he only received intimidation."
Leo nodded, somewhat understanding. "Then how did you get in?"
"Businessmen have their ways," Franklin grinned. "The Union has no king; it's a country built on equality and the law. And as long as you make this public and let the people know you've been treated unfairly, even the law enforcement will have to back down."
As for the method Franklin mentioned, Leo had a guess:
"GG?"
"That's right!" Franklin said with a smile. "I can only say that you truly live up to your reputation, Mr. Leo. Even in this state, you can still think calmly. No one is better at playing the game than a businessman. And the game isn't just for advertising products!"
"Sir," Leo asked, "is there any good news?"
Franklin said, "Now many citizens know about you, so no one is going to make a move against you now."
"But how much longer will I be locked up?" Leo asked, frowning.
"You should have been released by now, but it's been delayed again and again," Franklin said. "And my lawyer's attempts to urge you have had little effect. However, delaying tactics don't violate the law, so my lawyer is helpless, and therefore, no one knows when you will be released."
It seems that no matter what reason they give, they are unwilling to let me go—Leo thought helplessly.
But: "Why did they arrest me?"
"I don't know, but I suspect it has something to do with spices," Franklin said. "Sir, perhaps spices are more than just a simple seasoning."
"Please help me investigate this case," Leo pleaded. "Please, Mr. Franklin."
"Of course," Franklin said. "You are a rare partner. Although you are young, I see the reflection of my own ideals in you. You will definitely become one of the greatest businessmen in the world, provided that you can overcome this difficulty."
"Thank you."
Franklin waved his hand: "In that case, I also need to ask you, which direction do you think I should investigate?"
What direction should the investigation take? How would I know?
This was the first time Leo had been treated this way while selling spices all over the world.
The only saving grace is that this is not a place where power is abused.
The only connection he could think of was academic theft.
The blueprints for the firearms he invested in were stolen, and the firearms were powered by spices.
Could this be related to Leo's arrest?
Unfortunately, Leo didn't want others to know about the guns.
However, firearms research is still in its infancy, and anyone could seize the initiative.
After thinking for a few seconds, Leo asked:
"How are my two green-eyed friends doing?"
"They were clamoring to come and rescue you, but I had the translator calm them down and prevent them from causing any more trouble," Franklin replied.
"The right decision," Leo nodded. "Sir, could you arrange for both of them to come see me?"