Salute To The General

Chapter 900 The Three Tigers Under Nathan

Shooting a glance at his brother, Lucas picked up the contract and skimmed through it. When he finished, he couldn't help but show his surprise.

Fletcher and the others were willing to give Lucas one percent of the dividends from the profits of the Western Chamber of Commerce. It would also be an annual contribution going forward.

The Western Chamber of Commerce had long monopolized all businesses in the West.

The combined profits from all the businessmen amounted to more than one trillion. Therefore, one percent of that was already ten billion.

To pay ten billion annually to Lucas was a huge amount of money.

Fletcher's plan wasn't just to get Lucas to help deal with Nathan; it was also to secure his own political support going forward. Chucking the documents back onto the table, Lucas sneered at all of them. "Are you trying to bribe me?"

Fletcher quickly replied, "Of course not. The dividends belong to your brother as they will be transferred to his account."

Prior to this, Fletcher and the others had preempted this issue. They knew that General Ziegler might not directly accept such a large sum of money.

However, by paying the bribe to Neil, it would be less conspicuous and reduce the risk of any trouble for the General. Meanwhile, Lucas scoffed to himself at how corrupt they were to even have considered this. Maintaining an indifferent expression, he asked, "So what do you need my help for?"

At that moment

feud they had with Nathan, including twisting many facts to suit their purposes. They

exaggerating, he even managed to squeeze out some tears as he lamented, "General, Nathan has his eyes on our businesses and plans to

three of us slit our own throats and that our families go into

no one else can help us

Lucas remained expressionless, and no one could tell what he

invite Nathan here and all of you should join us." When Fletcher and the others heard what Lucas said, they assumed that he had agreed to

Lucas replied, "That's all."

"Yes, Sir!"

all of them

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