Chapter 65 Yang Sen Suspicion
"Okay, when will the contract be signed?" Jamie Dimon hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement.
"I brought the contract. You can arrange for the legal staff to check and sign if there is no problem. In addition, I will send someone to take over the Forum Publishing Company tomorrow morning. Remember to say hello to the stationed personnel."
It was no surprise that Jamie Dimon agreed to Janssen's terms.
"Yang...how is Jason's injury? How are you going to deal with Lehman?" After talking about the business, Jamie Dimon walked around the desk, pulled Yang Sen to the salon area, poured a glass of whiskey for the two, and asked with concern road.
"The plane is still in the sky, and the injury is not serious. An ambulance has been arranged to go to the airport." Yang Sen is now in a state of disarray, and he is full of anger towards the Lehman family, wishing to eat them alive.
"Oh, it's a good thing not to worry about life." Jamie Damon said some comforting words, took a sip of his drink and paused, his eyes wandering on Yang Sen.
Yang Sen put down his glass, saw Jamie Dimon's hesitation, and chuckled lightly, "It's okay to speak up if you want to say something nice for Lehman."
"No no, I just want to remind you that Paul Lehman and Warren are inseparable."
Jamie Dimon's unhurried reminder made Yang Sen frown.
"Warren . . . would he be involved in something like this?"
Judging from the past records, the old stock god has never participated in power struggles before, but there are always precedents in everything. He didn't have it before, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have it now. He regretted it not once or twice.
"I can't do it on the surface, and I have to worry about Wall Street's face, but I don't know it secretly."
Jamie Dimon suddenly mentioned that Warren Buffett warned Yang Sen, but it was not just a simple reminder. He was not that kind, but more like a hint, implying that Yang Sen should not conflict with Warren Buffett. This is the consensus of Wall Street, and they are not qualified Warren Buffett is warned that he can only pick Jansen, who is relatively weak, to demonstrate.
"I see, thank you, Jamie." Yang Sen maintained a straight expression from beginning to end, neither smiling nor angry, as if this person has no emotions, but barking dogs don't bite, usually the more Such a performance means that the counterattack is stronger.
"You're welcome..." Jamie Damon was suddenly a little dull. This scene was different from what he had imagined, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.
Seeing this, Yang Sen took the initiative to say goodbye, and he had to hurry up and make some arrangements before Yang Cheng came back.
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At around 6 a.m. on July 9, on the tarmac of a business jet at New York’s John F. Don't get into the facial expressions, people with extraordinary temperament are surrounded by people.
Not far from the side, there was a convoy of Bentleys, Escalades, and ambulances parked. There was a medical team standing outside the ambulance. Every car was idling. The staff couldn't help but lighten their steps.
The weather in New York today is not clear, thick cotton-like clouds cover the sky, only a ray of sunlight that penetrates the barriers of the clouds and projects to the earth, bringing some warmth to this morning.
A few minutes later, an eagle-like plane rushed out of the clouds abruptly, as if not caring about the beauty of the sky, it pointed its head up to the runway steadily and persistently, stretched its wings and landed, with blue and white color scheme, Jinshan towering above the tail , it was the Yuanshan that was carrying Yang Cheng back from Rio.
On the tarmac, the people who had been watching the plane since it appeared finally started to move. One of them, a middle-aged man with a tired face but still imposing, commanded the medical staff to lift the lower end frame to prepare for rescue. A few people were assigned to start the car, and everyone followed the instructions in an orderly, busy manner.
"Hey..." Thick smoke rose due to the intense friction between the tires of the plane and the runway, the brakes, the reverse thrust of the engine, and the opening of the spoiler on the ground,
A series of deceleration actions were perfectly controlled by the pilot of the aircraft.
The ground guidance vehicle brought the Yuanshan to the apron, and there was no time to wait for the plane to park in the hangar. They only waited for the plane to stop and the gangway to open, and a group of people swarmed up.
The first to board the plane were the doctors and the medical staff carrying stretchers, followed by Yang Sen and Liu Yun.
In the bedroom of Yuanshan, after more than 10 hours of long-distance flight, Yang Cheng's vital signs began to deteriorate. Before boarding the plane, he had no obvious trauma. At this time, his skin was blue and purple, and his left forearm was even swollen. At this moment, her face was bloodless, pale and haggard, her eyes were tightly closed, her breathing was very weak, and her chest could hardly be seen rising and falling. Liu Yun's tears flowed out in a rush, like the rain that had accumulated throughout the summer poured down in one hour down.
In order not to disturb the doctor's examination, Liu Yun bit her lips tightly and covered her mouth with her hands, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing the doctor's judgment.
The person who examined Yang Cheng was Branden Fell, the director of the emergency center of the best Presbyterian Hospital in New York. He has been working in the front line of the emergency department all year round and has rich clinical experience. Favor, ahem. . . Well for the money's sake.
"Mr. Fei'er, how is my son?" Seeing Brandon Fei'er put away his stethoscope, Yang Sen hurriedly stepped forward, clutching his arm nervously, and asked impatiently.
"Mr. Yang, your son's condition is not very good. Hurry up and send him to the ambulance." Brandon Feier has never seen any patient or family member in his life. He can fully understand Yang Sen's mood at the moment, although it is for the sake of money. Yes, but the minimum medical ethics are there. Now Yang Cheng is dangerous if he delays for a second. He spoke quickly, and beckoned someone to carry Yang Cheng onto the stretcher.
Hansen and Andrew were stopped by Brandon when they wanted to help, "The patient has serious internal bleeding and cannot move around at will. Let our professional staff do it."
Knowing the priorities, Yang Sen nodded quickly, "Okay, send them to the hospital first."
He turned his head and said to the stretcher bearer, "Thank you for your hard work."
When Yang Cheng was safely sent to the ambulance, Yang Sen patted Han Sen on the back, "Han Sen, follow Jason, don't make any mistakes."
"Yes sir."
Hansen took the two pistols and a few magazines handed over by his former colleagues, put on the belt on his back, and checked them skillfully. After making sure that the guns were in good condition, he boarded the ambulance. From now on, Yang Cheng Can't leave Hansen's eyes for a second.
"Andrew, you drive my car and tell me the specific situation."
The Escalade, which opened the way ahead, had already started, and Yang Sen hurriedly took his wife's hand into the Bentley.
"Yes, sir."
New York-Presbyterian Hospital was merged from Cornell University School of Medicine and Columbia University Hospital, so the Presbyterian Hospital is also divided into two campuses. Yang Cheng will go to the Cornell Presbyterian on East 68th Street for treatment. going to the hospital.
"Andrew, what was the situation at that time?"
In the Bentley Mulsanne, Yang Sen and Liu Yun sat in the back row, 2 people and 4 pairs of eyes staring at each other. Even Andrew was not so worried when he was pointed at the head by a gun on the battlefield.
"At that time, Hansen and I were in the front row, and the boss was preparing to fetch water at the back. Hansen was the first to notice the speed of the truck behind him, and reminded me to be vigilant, but the truck suddenly sped up. At that time, it was too late to dodge, so I called out to remind The boss got down, and the truck came straight from behind."
After a pause, Andrew followed the car in front to turn, and continued the plot just now, "Afterwards, Hansen and I got out of the car to be on guard, but we didn't find the backhand, so Hansen went to investigate the scene, and I was in charge of checking the boss's injuries.
According to Hansen's conclusion, before the truck hit our car, it braked suddenly, and there were obvious brake marks on the ground. I'm afraid the threat was heavy enough. If you really wanted to kill us, with the truck's tonnage, Hitting at such a high speed, the boss was seriously injured on the spot and did not run away. "
Andrew is not trying to excuse this premeditated accident, nor is he saying good things for Lehman. This is a habit brought out from the army. In the process of reporting to the superior, no subjective emotions can be added. You must tell the facts and have evidence. check.
"Well... I understand after the incident, what happened to the 100 million dollars?"
"At that time, Crown Prince Hamandan of Dubai opened a betting game. Boss and Louis Lehman did not join, but chose to bet against each other. At the beginning, the boss bet 30 million. Louis should have tampered with the game and confidently increased the bet to 5000. 10,000, and finally set to 100 million US dollars.
Oh, by the way, the boss sent a message to Hansen at the beginning of the game, telling us to keep an eye on Louis Lehman's bodyguard and not allow him to leave the box. "
"No, is it a coincidence that they met in the same room?" With Yang Sen's IQ, a simple analysis showed that there were many loopholes in this incident.
"No, we were targeted as soon as we arrived in Rio. The people sent by Louis Lehman, and then the boss asked Hansen to invite Louis Lehman to watch the semi-finals of the World Cup." Andrew was not too good at it. Talking, asking him to explain the cause of the story is really embarrassing him.
And Andrew didn't have the brains to think about whether things were reasonable, he just honestly told what he knew, and it was considered as completing the task.
But after listening to the narration, Yang Sen immediately felt that something was wrong. From Yang Cheng being followed to sending Hansen to track it down, there was no problem. The question was why did Yang Cheng invite Louis to watch the game? Yang Cheng wouldn't be so far-fetched, she obviously had intentions!
So what kind of plan does Yang Cheng have? How dare you increase your bet to $100 million?
These doubts can only be solved by Yang Cheng himself when he wakes up, otherwise even if Yang Sen has an IQ of 200, he will not be able to guess it.
The convoy flashed double flashes all the way, sandwiched the ambulance, ignored the traffic lights, and drove all the way. It took only more than 20 minutes to arrive at the hospital and transfer Yang Cheng to the emergency ward.
Liu Yun helped support the cart, and held Yang Cheng's hand distressedly.
It was Yang Sen who stayed in the emergency room, because Elena ran over with her mobile phone, panting, "Boss, it's Paul Lehman's call."
Yang Sen narrowed his eyes, took the mobile phone and turned it around in a circle, raised the mobile phone to his ear unhurriedly, and said in a voice that seemed to have fallen into the ice of a thousand years, "I am Yang Sen..."