After coercing the campus bullies with his fists to help him gather votes, Chris returned to the classroom.
However, he wasn't planning on staying in the classroom obediently; he went back to his seat, picked up his belongings, and then left again.
But before he left, he said to his classmates, who were already preparing for class: "Hey, guys! I've already taught those scumbags a lesson, so you can study quietly now. I'm going out to work hard for my student council election campaign, so I hope you don't let my efforts go to waste!"
"Thank you, Chris! I will cherish the good environment you've fought for us, and we sincerely wish you success in becoming the Student Council President."
"You're welcome. Study hard, I'm off to get busy."
After charming his voters, Chris walked into the gym as usual.
However, he wasn't there to work out this time, even though he already had a group of thugs working for free to canvass votes.
But those guys were ultimately subdued by his force and couldn't be fully trusted.
Therefore, Chris decided to find his subordinates again and have them approach from other angles to provide an additional layer of security for his election as Student Council President.
Walking to the gym entrance, Chris scanned the room and spotted Hanger, who was doing bench presses, and Marn, who was spotting him.
Waving at the two, Marn immediately lowered his head and reminded Hanger: "Hey, Boss Chris is looking for us, stop training for now!"
Hanger heard this, put down the barbell, and stood up to look towards the door, indeed finding Chris waiting for them.
The two wiped off their sweat with towels, then left the gym.
"Hey, Boss! Aren't you going to train today? Oh! Boss, have you taken some new medicine? How did you suddenly grow so tall?"
Marn ran up and then realized that Chris was already much taller than him, and he was immediately astonished.
He was on the school basketball team, and although he was only 17, he had already reached a height of 183 centimeters.
Now Chris was more than half a head taller than him, which made Marn suspect whether Chris had taken some kind of growth hormone, otherwise, how could he have shot up so quickly?
Hanger, on the other hand, looked normal, partly because his face was already dark, but also because he had long suspected Chris was no ordinary person.
This time, regarding his subordinate's curiosity, Chris was too lazy to come up with an excuse; anyway, he would soon find the answer himself.
"Do either of you have a car? I need to take you somewhere."
Although he was asking both of them, Chris's eyes were fixed on Marn, and even Hanger also turned to look at Marn.
This guy always bragged that his father was a somewhat famous lawyer, and he even hinted that the reason why Chris didn't get into trouble after punching that guy was because his dad had pulled some strings.
So, both of them knew that this guy's family was quite wealthy, and coupled with the fact that he always carried a key case, they knew without thinking that he must have a car.
"Of course, Boss! Follow me."
Hearing that Chris needed a car, Marn no longer focused on Chris's height, pulled out his keys, and led the two to the school parking lot.
Then he walked directly to a muscle car, opened the door, and invited: "A Ford Mustang GT. I pestered my dad for a long time before he agreed to buy it for me. The used car dealer owed my dad a favor, and we got it for three thousand dollars. Looks good, right?"
Chris unceremoniously sat in the passenger seat, and Hanger shrugged at Marn: "I'm not old enough to get a driver's license yet!"
After saying that, he got into the back seat, while Marn closed the car door for Chris and then consciously took the driver's seat.
It was then that Chris spoke: "Eighty percent new, and no smell of blood. It seems that used car dealer really respected your dad, they didn't rip you off."
"Wow! Boss, how do you know there's no smell of blood? I've been driving it for months and I don't even know if anyone died in this car."
Marn exclaimed, then took a deep sniff, but still found nothing.
"You'll find out soon. Now, go to the defunct beverage processing plant, the one that produced sour plum juice. Do you know the address?"
Chris stated the address of his only factory, then uncertainly confirmed with Marn.
He had overlooked the possibility that the other party might not know the way.
Fortunately, Marn did not disappoint Chris; after a moment of thought, he exclaimed: "Oh! Is it that sour plum juice factory that caused thirteen people to die from allergies? I know that place."
"Then let's go!"
Giving the instruction, Chris buckled his seatbelt and adjusted his position.
Marn started the vehicle and drove directly out of the campus.
Along the way, Marn also shared an interesting anecdote related to that factory: the case that led to the factory's closure was handled by his own father.
Originally, the factory owner was to be fined 200 million US dollars and sentenced to twenty years in prison.
However, with the help of Marn's father, in the end, only the beverage processing plant, valued at 80 million US dollars, was confiscated, and a fine of 130 million US dollars was imposed.
As for the twenty-year prison sentence, it was waived after the factory owner donated ten million US dollars and performed two weeks of community service at the police station.
According to Marn, even those two weeks of labor were merely to protect the guy, to prevent him from being impulsively killed by the victims' families.
The black man, Hanger, in the back seat remained expressionless, as he had long grown accustomed to such matters.
Chris, however, felt a bit emotional, because he was still too young!
He had previously thought that his cheap Uncle was so dedicated only after receiving ten percent of the shares, completing the preliminary preparations in less than a day.
But he hadn't expected that the man would directly use government assets to settle debts; one could only say it was indeed a capitalist country.
They played with flair!
But regardless of how West benefited himself from it, he did indeed help Chris get things done.
This meant Chris really couldn't fault him.
However, while he thought this, Chris did make a mental note of the incident.
After all, Chris's country in his previous life had a crime called "unexplained wealth."
Chris couldn't interfere with West's embezzlement of government assets, as he wasn't the president yet.
But if he took company benefits without generating corresponding profits for the company, then Chris would definitely have a chat with him.
As Chris was thinking about how to squeeze his cheap Uncle to make him work harder, Marn had already parked the car by the roadside, curiously looking at the factory sign.
"Hmm? Has this place reopened? Debrad? What kind of company is this?"
"A new company that produces functional beverages. Trust me, you'll love it!"
Chris said mysteriously, leading the way into the factory.
Marn and Hanger exchanged glances, both confused, and then quickly followed him.
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