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Chapter 420
Chapter 418: When a Person is Shameless, They Are Invincible! Hidden Drug Kingpin! (Really sorry!)
"The Worthington Family is really rich, they handed over two boxes of cash just like that." He patted his butt, turned his head to look at the open briefcase on the walnut coffee table, and said with extreme envy, "Together, the two boxes are worth at least one or two million. I couldn't earn this much even after being a mercenary for several years."
As he spoke, he subconsciously wiped his mouth, as if saliva was dripping down.
"Let me see if this stuff is legit." Deadpool, with a cheeky look on his face, leaned towards the box filled with cash, then buried his head inside, took a deep sniff, and without lifting his head, suddenly gave Xia Shang a thumbs-up, "Pure, so pure, this is the taste fresh US dollars should have!"
Seeing this, Xia Shang's mouth twitched slightly, recalling a phone call Michael had made a day earlier.
"Are you sure you couldn't earn this much in several years?" he said with a dark face.
"When I was a mercenary, I only made a few thousand US dollars a month, and after deducting daily expenses, eating, drinking, gambling... I could even say my wallet was cleaner than my face before I was disfigured." Deadpool raised his head, reluctantly moved his gaze away from the cash in front of him, then looked at Xia Shang and complained, "When are you going to give me the bonus you promised? When I bought pizza, I couldn't even afford the Delivery Rider's tip."
However, the only response he received was a cold laugh.
"Heh, you're the guy who even swipes tissue paper from my Office, and you'd give others a tip? It would be an unexpected bonus for the Delivery Rider if you didn't rob their wallet." Xia Shang knew exactly what kind of person Deadpool was. He would give a tip? It would be good enough if he didn't take tips from other people's pockets.
"I'm just being a good provider, okay? Any beautiful woman who marries me won't have to buy tissue paper for the rest of her life, since I'll just take it from the company anyway," Deadpool said righteously.
"I'm not going to waste time arguing with you about this useless stuff."
In Xia Shang's opinion, Deadpool, whose face skin was thicker than a city wall, perfectly embodied the phrase "When a person is shameless, they are invincible." For a guy like this, even if you cursed at him, he probably wouldn't feel anything.
"Take this." Xia Shang walked to the coffee table, took out a few stacks from the open briefcase, and tossed them to Deadpool, who had been eyeing them for a long time.
"You've touched me so much, Big Boss, if I were a woman, I would definitely marry you."
Deadpool, who caught the cash, completely ignored the dark-faced Xia Shang beside him and excitedly spun around in place a few times.
"I still have a score to settle with you, don't get happy too early." Xia Shang picked up the box, went behind the office desk, looked at the black landline phone on the desk, and said in a cold tone, "A day ago, Director Michael called me and said that the amount of drugs they confiscated didn't match what the Gangsters confessed at all. At least thirty to forty million worth of goods were missing. Speaking of which, you've got some nerve, kid, daring to take that much."
Upon hearing this, Deadpool immediately cried out "Slander!"
However, Xia Shang could still hear a hint of guilt in his voice.
"Slander! Pure slander!" He patted his chest and said heartbrokenly, "I worked so hard helping them clear out the Gangs, I don't know how many bullets I took on my body, on my chest, my thighs, and my butt."
As he spoke, he started to take off his pants, intending to show his butt cheeks to Xia Shang.
But when he was halfway through undressing, he remembered that the injury was from a few days ago, and the wounds had probably healed, so he pulled his pants back up and continued to protest his innocence: "I only got injured because I was helping the Washington D.C. Police Department with their case, but in the end, they slandered me! This is simply an insult to my character, a contempt for our Jie Er Company, Besides, with my professional morality, how could I possibly take things from the Gangs? By saying this, they are clearly looking down on us mutants! I'm going to sue them for discriminating against mutants!"
Looking at the indignant and furious Deadpool, Xia Shang sneered coldly, "Since that's the case, I won't stop them. Let them conduct their investigation. Anyway, it's impossible to find those missing drugs at your Home."
As soon as these words were spoken, Deadpool, who was still loudly protesting his innocence, suddenly stopped speaking as if someone had choked him. A moment later, he stiffened his neck and said indignantly, "I've rendered meritorious service for the United United States, I've shed blood in Washington, I've been injured for the Police Department, how can they investigate me!"
However, Xia Shang didn't fall for Deadpool's act at all. It wasn't like he didn't know this guy's character. It would be strange if Deadpool hadn't moved those drugs to his Home.
"Don't worry, after they finish their investigation, I will definitely publish the investigation results in the newspaper and have Director Michael personally apologize to you."
"Well... no need for that." Deadpool shrank his neck, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and said with insufficient confidence, "Alright, I admit I took some, but it was just a little bit."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, slightly pinched his thumb and index finger together, leaving a barely noticeable gap.
"Thirty to forty million worth of drugs is 'a little bit'? According to the laws of the United States, your sentence would be at least two or three hundred years," Xia Shang said in a calm tone.
"Uh, what about over a hundred million?" Deadpool asked cautiously.
"I'll execute you with a heavy machine gun, guaranteeing there's nothing but bullets in your corpse."
Xia Shang had known for a long time that Deadpool wasn't a good person. In the original plot, this guy hid drugs worth a hundred million US dollars at his Home, making him arguably the United States' foremost drug kingpin. However, this guy didn't actually plan to sell them; he was just purely hoarding them. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to ask him to reimburse his daily taxi fare for going to work.
"Boss, I suddenly remembered I left the natural gas on at Home, I need to go back right away." Deadpool turned around, ready to sneak away and destroy all that stuff.
"Don't rush. You're a Superhero of my Jie Er Company, after all. How can the Washington D.C. Police Department just investigate you whenever they want?" Xia Shang sat upright on the chair, took a sip of coffee, and said, "Let's consider this matter settled. Don't let it happen again."
"Understood." Deadpool stood in place like a punished elementary school student, hanging his head and obediently admitting his mistake.
But in his heart, he was calculating, maybe next time after taking something, he should give some to the Big Boss in front of him.
"Getting back to the main topic, take this letter and go to New York." Xia Shang put down his coffee, took a letter from the drawer, and placed it on the office desk, "Give this letter to a person named Charles. He used to be the Principal of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. You should be able to find him easily."
"Mission accomplished, guaranteed."
"Go ahead. I won't give you funding for this mission."
Xia Shang waved his hand, dismissing Deadpool.
…………
The next day, Vice President Camille walked into the Office and handed the revised newspaper to Xia Shang.
This time, Xia Shang was quite satisfied.
"Notify the Printing Plant and tell them to speed up the printing speed. At the same time, take this newspaper to several other Newspaper Agencies."
(end of chapter)
"The Worthington Family is really rich, they handed over two boxes of cash just like that." He patted his butt, turned his head to look at the open briefcase on the walnut coffee table, and said with extreme envy, "Together, the two boxes are worth at least one or two million. I couldn't earn this much even after being a mercenary for several years."
As he spoke, he subconsciously wiped his mouth, as if saliva was dripping down.
"Let me see if this stuff is legit." Deadpool, with a cheeky look on his face, leaned towards the box filled with cash, then buried his head inside, took a deep sniff, and without lifting his head, suddenly gave Xia Shang a thumbs-up, "Pure, so pure, this is the taste fresh US dollars should have!"
Seeing this, Xia Shang's mouth twitched slightly, recalling a phone call Michael had made a day earlier.
"Are you sure you couldn't earn this much in several years?" he said with a dark face.
"When I was a mercenary, I only made a few thousand US dollars a month, and after deducting daily expenses, eating, drinking, gambling... I could even say my wallet was cleaner than my face before I was disfigured." Deadpool raised his head, reluctantly moved his gaze away from the cash in front of him, then looked at Xia Shang and complained, "When are you going to give me the bonus you promised? When I bought pizza, I couldn't even afford the Delivery Rider's tip."
However, the only response he received was a cold laugh.
"Heh, you're the guy who even swipes tissue paper from my Office, and you'd give others a tip? It would be an unexpected bonus for the Delivery Rider if you didn't rob their wallet." Xia Shang knew exactly what kind of person Deadpool was. He would give a tip? It would be good enough if he didn't take tips from other people's pockets.
"I'm just being a good provider, okay? Any beautiful woman who marries me won't have to buy tissue paper for the rest of her life, since I'll just take it from the company anyway," Deadpool said righteously.
"I'm not going to waste time arguing with you about this useless stuff."
In Xia Shang's opinion, Deadpool, whose face skin was thicker than a city wall, perfectly embodied the phrase "When a person is shameless, they are invincible." For a guy like this, even if you cursed at him, he probably wouldn't feel anything.
"Take this." Xia Shang walked to the coffee table, took out a few stacks from the open briefcase, and tossed them to Deadpool, who had been eyeing them for a long time.
"You've touched me so much, Big Boss, if I were a woman, I would definitely marry you."
Deadpool, who caught the cash, completely ignored the dark-faced Xia Shang beside him and excitedly spun around in place a few times.
"I still have a score to settle with you, don't get happy too early." Xia Shang picked up the box, went behind the office desk, looked at the black landline phone on the desk, and said in a cold tone, "A day ago, Director Michael called me and said that the amount of drugs they confiscated didn't match what the Gangsters confessed at all. At least thirty to forty million worth of goods were missing. Speaking of which, you've got some nerve, kid, daring to take that much."
Upon hearing this, Deadpool immediately cried out "Slander!"
However, Xia Shang could still hear a hint of guilt in his voice.
"Slander! Pure slander!" He patted his chest and said heartbrokenly, "I worked so hard helping them clear out the Gangs, I don't know how many bullets I took on my body, on my chest, my thighs, and my butt."
As he spoke, he started to take off his pants, intending to show his butt cheeks to Xia Shang.
But when he was halfway through undressing, he remembered that the injury was from a few days ago, and the wounds had probably healed, so he pulled his pants back up and continued to protest his innocence: "I only got injured because I was helping the Washington D.C. Police Department with their case, but in the end, they slandered me! This is simply an insult to my character, a contempt for our Jie Er Company, Besides, with my professional morality, how could I possibly take things from the Gangs? By saying this, they are clearly looking down on us mutants! I'm going to sue them for discriminating against mutants!"
Looking at the indignant and furious Deadpool, Xia Shang sneered coldly, "Since that's the case, I won't stop them. Let them conduct their investigation. Anyway, it's impossible to find those missing drugs at your Home."
As soon as these words were spoken, Deadpool, who was still loudly protesting his innocence, suddenly stopped speaking as if someone had choked him. A moment later, he stiffened his neck and said indignantly, "I've rendered meritorious service for the United United States, I've shed blood in Washington, I've been injured for the Police Department, how can they investigate me!"
However, Xia Shang didn't fall for Deadpool's act at all. It wasn't like he didn't know this guy's character. It would be strange if Deadpool hadn't moved those drugs to his Home.
"Don't worry, after they finish their investigation, I will definitely publish the investigation results in the newspaper and have Director Michael personally apologize to you."
"Well... no need for that." Deadpool shrank his neck, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and said with insufficient confidence, "Alright, I admit I took some, but it was just a little bit."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, slightly pinched his thumb and index finger together, leaving a barely noticeable gap.
"Thirty to forty million worth of drugs is 'a little bit'? According to the laws of the United States, your sentence would be at least two or three hundred years," Xia Shang said in a calm tone.
"Uh, what about over a hundred million?" Deadpool asked cautiously.
"I'll execute you with a heavy machine gun, guaranteeing there's nothing but bullets in your corpse."
Xia Shang had known for a long time that Deadpool wasn't a good person. In the original plot, this guy hid drugs worth a hundred million US dollars at his Home, making him arguably the United States' foremost drug kingpin. However, this guy didn't actually plan to sell them; he was just purely hoarding them. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to ask him to reimburse his daily taxi fare for going to work.
"Boss, I suddenly remembered I left the natural gas on at Home, I need to go back right away." Deadpool turned around, ready to sneak away and destroy all that stuff.
"Don't rush. You're a Superhero of my Jie Er Company, after all. How can the Washington D.C. Police Department just investigate you whenever they want?" Xia Shang sat upright on the chair, took a sip of coffee, and said, "Let's consider this matter settled. Don't let it happen again."
"Understood." Deadpool stood in place like a punished elementary school student, hanging his head and obediently admitting his mistake.
But in his heart, he was calculating, maybe next time after taking something, he should give some to the Big Boss in front of him.
"Getting back to the main topic, take this letter and go to New York." Xia Shang put down his coffee, took a letter from the drawer, and placed it on the office desk, "Give this letter to a person named Charles. He used to be the Principal of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. You should be able to find him easily."
"Mission accomplished, guaranteed."
"Go ahead. I won't give you funding for this mission."
Xia Shang waved his hand, dismissing Deadpool.
…………
The next day, Vice President Camille walked into the Office and handed the revised newspaper to Xia Shang.
This time, Xia Shang was quite satisfied.
"Notify the Printing Plant and tell them to speed up the printing speed. At the same time, take this newspaper to several other Newspaper Agencies."
(end of chapter)
