As soon as Manoro finished speaking, the hall was filled with an uproar. Except for Semon and Bares, everyone present was talking.
A middle-aged man wearing a green plaid shirt and fair-faced face stood up and said loudly: Momoa, was your decision to do this? How much do you know about the organization just now? This person...
The middle-aged man said, lifting his hand and pointing at Li Zaian: This person is a naive face. How many of us here know him? Understand...ah!
When the middle-aged man raised his hand, Li Zaian was still seven or eight steps away from him. When he questioned Banoro's proposal, Li Zaian suddenly accelerated his pace. When the middle-aged man just said that he understood, Li Zaian had already arrived beside him, twisted his arm, and pressed him face down on the conference table.
All this happened very quickly and suddenly, not even a second or two. When everyone present reacted, Li Zaian had already picked up the chair the middle-aged man had just sat on, aimed at the back of his head and smashed it hard.
With a muffled sound, the thick chair slammed firmly on the back of the middle-aged man's head. The dazzling plasma splattered on the table, spots, and some even splashed on the face of a young woman opposite.
Everyone present was stunned by the sudden scene. Before they could come back to their senses, Li Zaian lifted up the chair in his hand and fell down again, still at the edge of the seat. With a puff, he hit the middle-aged man's back of his head again.
The middle-aged man's head was like a pumpkin hit by a stone. The whole back of his head was scattered with a click, and scarlet blood gushed out of his ears and quickly gathered into a pool of blood on the table.
Everyone here also woke up at this time. They jumped up from the chairs in unison. Some were busy touching their faces, while others directly reached their hands to their waists to touch their guns. The pairs of frightened and fearful eyes were staring at Li Zaian's face.
Li Zai'an turned a blind eye to the reactions of everyone present. He swung the chair in his hand and smashed it on the middle-aged man's head. Then he waved his hand and threw the entire chair on the wall and smashed it to pieces: This is not a member election. Who will replace Amaru's position, it's only Moma's turn to decide. I have no interest in Amaru's position, but this is what Momama asked me to do. I will find a way to do it. If anyone dares to question Moma's decision in the future, it will be the same as this guy.
After saying that, Li Zaian shook his T-shirt, ignored everyone's expressions, and walked to Amaru's past position and sat down.
The middle-aged man's head was smashed, but he was not completely dead yet. His body was lying on the table and twitching frequently, especially the hands that were lying on the table. As the twitched, his fingers continued to hit the table, making a terrifying clatter.
The atmosphere at the scene was extremely silent. Except for Banoro, Li Zai'an, Bares and Semon, everyone stood there, and the expressions on their faces were full of fear.
After a stalemate for about half a minute, a man finally woke up and sat back on the chair without saying a word.
Then, everyone sat in a panic, but no one paid attention to the middle-aged man's body.
In the afternoon, it rained in St. Paul. It was very rained, accompanied by cold winds and deafening thunder and lightning flashes.
In a double-storey dilapidated house in the southeast corner of Morio, in the living room on the second floor, Li Zaian stood silently in front of the window, looking at the series of pearl-like rain screens, but what he was thinking about was the current situation of Morio
A few steps behind him was a mahogany desk. Although the table was inconspicuous, it was actually authentic Italian goods, with a price of around 3,000 US dollars. This kind of table, together with this house and everything in the house, was arranged for him by Barnoro, and now it can be regarded as his home in the Morio slum.
The siphon pot on the desk was still lit. Under the smoke of the alcohol lamp, the coffee inside was rolling and the mellow fragrance filled the entire room.
There is also a cigar box and a few plates of seasonal fruits on the table. In addition, there are piles of books. Since taking over Amaru's past work, what Li Zai'an has done in the past two days is to look through these books.
To be honest, the content involved in these books is the most core secrets within the Morio drug trafficking organization controlled by Banoro. The monthly profits, expenses, business projects involved, etc. of each middle and lower-level organization are fully reflected in it.
Through the compilation of the reconciliation books in the past two days, Li Zaian thoroughly understood the entire scale of the Morio drug trafficking organization
Specifically, the Morio drug trafficking organization should be considered the largest drug trafficking organization in São Paulo, controlling drug trade in nearly forty of the 96 districts under the entire São Paulo metropolitan area.
The seventeen middle and lower-level organizations under the organization, almost every organization controls two to three zones.
Although Morio is a drug trafficking organization, it is actually not only doing drug business, but also running bars, dance halls, humans, snakes, pimps and other businesses. In short, they do everything that is not legal.
Among many businesses, the most profitable one is naturally the drug business. The drug Manoro obtained from Colombia through the Amazon Congli Drug Channel is 40,000 US dollars per pound, while in Sao Paulo, drugs of the same purity can be sold for 50,000 US dollars per gram, which is a staggering profit.
In addition to the drug business, the most-paid projects in the middle and lower-level organizations are the human, snake and pimp businesses.
The so-called human-snake business is to organize illegal immigrants and smuggle, while the pimp business is to organize women to engage in prostitution.
These various businesses combined together make the organization's annual gross profit of about 50,000 to 80 million US dollars. After deducting various expenses, the total amount of about 20,000 to 80,000 US dollars is finally handed over to Banoro.
For a long time, Morio's drug trafficking organization operated in this form. Even if Banoro had a lot of expenses in buying politicians, Li Zaian believed that his property would not be less than hundreds of millions of dollars.
Judging from the account book, during the period when Banoro was imprisoned, Amaru still charged profits from middle and lower-level organizations every month, but the amount was reduced a lot. Obviously, his control over middle and lower-level organizations was not as strong as Banoro when he was.
In addition, at the meeting convened by Banoro two days ago, the guy who jumped out to question Banoro's decision and was finally killed by Li Zaian on the spot.
Although he was dead, it reflected a very prominent problem within the Morio drug trafficking organization, namely the mutation of the organization's leadership style.
It is obvious that in Banoro's mind, without Amaru's Morio drug trafficking organization, he should be his one-man show. Whether it is a big or small matter, he should be able to decide in one word.
But the middle and lower-level leaders didn't think so. After several years of leadership by Amaru, they also had their own thoughts, so they believed that even Banoro would discuss with them to decide on the organization's affairs.
At the meeting two days ago, Li Zaian used thunder to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, which temporarily suppressed more than a dozen middle and lower-level leaders. However, he believed that this contradiction was only temporarily suppressed, not completely eliminated. On the contrary, the longer the longer this contradiction is suppressed, the greater the energy it will burst out in the future and the greater the danger will be.
Habitually holding his shoulders with his hands and holding his chin with his right hand, Li Zaian smiled coldly. This kind of danger is not a bad thing for him. If the operation is done well, it may be more beneficial to him.
How can I call it a good operation?
In fact, Li Zaian is already working on it now
The account books on the table can be said to be not even a real one. Each book is selected, and there are more or less frauds. In other words, these leaders in the middle and lower-level organizations are all greedy for money from Mo's organization, and the profits that Greedy should have been paid.
These fake accounts were hidden from Banoro's eyes, but what did Li Zaian do in his previous life?
How could these shoddy things be hidden from his eyes
However, Li Zaian did not intend to make this clear. What he had to do now was to visit each middle and lower-level organization leader one by one. He wanted these people to know that he knew the fake accounts, but he did not complain to Banoro.
As for whom to visit first and whom to visit later, there are also some considerations. On the list in Li Zaian's mind, the first thing he wants to visit is the few people who are the least greedy. The reason is that since these people are the least greedy, it means that their courage is relatively small, and such people are easier to control.
A middle-aged man wearing a green plaid shirt and fair-faced face stood up and said loudly: Momoa, was your decision to do this? How much do you know about the organization just now? This person...
The middle-aged man said, lifting his hand and pointing at Li Zaian: This person is a naive face. How many of us here know him? Understand...ah!
When the middle-aged man raised his hand, Li Zaian was still seven or eight steps away from him. When he questioned Banoro's proposal, Li Zaian suddenly accelerated his pace. When the middle-aged man just said that he understood, Li Zaian had already arrived beside him, twisted his arm, and pressed him face down on the conference table.
All this happened very quickly and suddenly, not even a second or two. When everyone present reacted, Li Zaian had already picked up the chair the middle-aged man had just sat on, aimed at the back of his head and smashed it hard.
With a muffled sound, the thick chair slammed firmly on the back of the middle-aged man's head. The dazzling plasma splattered on the table, spots, and some even splashed on the face of a young woman opposite.
Everyone present was stunned by the sudden scene. Before they could come back to their senses, Li Zaian lifted up the chair in his hand and fell down again, still at the edge of the seat. With a puff, he hit the middle-aged man's back of his head again.
The middle-aged man's head was like a pumpkin hit by a stone. The whole back of his head was scattered with a click, and scarlet blood gushed out of his ears and quickly gathered into a pool of blood on the table.
Everyone here also woke up at this time. They jumped up from the chairs in unison. Some were busy touching their faces, while others directly reached their hands to their waists to touch their guns. The pairs of frightened and fearful eyes were staring at Li Zaian's face.
Li Zai'an turned a blind eye to the reactions of everyone present. He swung the chair in his hand and smashed it on the middle-aged man's head. Then he waved his hand and threw the entire chair on the wall and smashed it to pieces: This is not a member election. Who will replace Amaru's position, it's only Moma's turn to decide. I have no interest in Amaru's position, but this is what Momama asked me to do. I will find a way to do it. If anyone dares to question Moma's decision in the future, it will be the same as this guy.
After saying that, Li Zaian shook his T-shirt, ignored everyone's expressions, and walked to Amaru's past position and sat down.
The middle-aged man's head was smashed, but he was not completely dead yet. His body was lying on the table and twitching frequently, especially the hands that were lying on the table. As the twitched, his fingers continued to hit the table, making a terrifying clatter.
The atmosphere at the scene was extremely silent. Except for Banoro, Li Zai'an, Bares and Semon, everyone stood there, and the expressions on their faces were full of fear.
After a stalemate for about half a minute, a man finally woke up and sat back on the chair without saying a word.
Then, everyone sat in a panic, but no one paid attention to the middle-aged man's body.
In the afternoon, it rained in St. Paul. It was very rained, accompanied by cold winds and deafening thunder and lightning flashes.
In a double-storey dilapidated house in the southeast corner of Morio, in the living room on the second floor, Li Zaian stood silently in front of the window, looking at the series of pearl-like rain screens, but what he was thinking about was the current situation of Morio
A few steps behind him was a mahogany desk. Although the table was inconspicuous, it was actually authentic Italian goods, with a price of around 3,000 US dollars. This kind of table, together with this house and everything in the house, was arranged for him by Barnoro, and now it can be regarded as his home in the Morio slum.
The siphon pot on the desk was still lit. Under the smoke of the alcohol lamp, the coffee inside was rolling and the mellow fragrance filled the entire room.
There is also a cigar box and a few plates of seasonal fruits on the table. In addition, there are piles of books. Since taking over Amaru's past work, what Li Zai'an has done in the past two days is to look through these books.
To be honest, the content involved in these books is the most core secrets within the Morio drug trafficking organization controlled by Banoro. The monthly profits, expenses, business projects involved, etc. of each middle and lower-level organization are fully reflected in it.
Through the compilation of the reconciliation books in the past two days, Li Zaian thoroughly understood the entire scale of the Morio drug trafficking organization
Specifically, the Morio drug trafficking organization should be considered the largest drug trafficking organization in São Paulo, controlling drug trade in nearly forty of the 96 districts under the entire São Paulo metropolitan area.
The seventeen middle and lower-level organizations under the organization, almost every organization controls two to three zones.
Although Morio is a drug trafficking organization, it is actually not only doing drug business, but also running bars, dance halls, humans, snakes, pimps and other businesses. In short, they do everything that is not legal.
Among many businesses, the most profitable one is naturally the drug business. The drug Manoro obtained from Colombia through the Amazon Congli Drug Channel is 40,000 US dollars per pound, while in Sao Paulo, drugs of the same purity can be sold for 50,000 US dollars per gram, which is a staggering profit.
In addition to the drug business, the most-paid projects in the middle and lower-level organizations are the human, snake and pimp businesses.
The so-called human-snake business is to organize illegal immigrants and smuggle, while the pimp business is to organize women to engage in prostitution.
These various businesses combined together make the organization's annual gross profit of about 50,000 to 80 million US dollars. After deducting various expenses, the total amount of about 20,000 to 80,000 US dollars is finally handed over to Banoro.
For a long time, Morio's drug trafficking organization operated in this form. Even if Banoro had a lot of expenses in buying politicians, Li Zaian believed that his property would not be less than hundreds of millions of dollars.
Judging from the account book, during the period when Banoro was imprisoned, Amaru still charged profits from middle and lower-level organizations every month, but the amount was reduced a lot. Obviously, his control over middle and lower-level organizations was not as strong as Banoro when he was.
In addition, at the meeting convened by Banoro two days ago, the guy who jumped out to question Banoro's decision and was finally killed by Li Zaian on the spot.
Although he was dead, it reflected a very prominent problem within the Morio drug trafficking organization, namely the mutation of the organization's leadership style.
It is obvious that in Banoro's mind, without Amaru's Morio drug trafficking organization, he should be his one-man show. Whether it is a big or small matter, he should be able to decide in one word.
But the middle and lower-level leaders didn't think so. After several years of leadership by Amaru, they also had their own thoughts, so they believed that even Banoro would discuss with them to decide on the organization's affairs.
At the meeting two days ago, Li Zaian used thunder to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, which temporarily suppressed more than a dozen middle and lower-level leaders. However, he believed that this contradiction was only temporarily suppressed, not completely eliminated. On the contrary, the longer the longer this contradiction is suppressed, the greater the energy it will burst out in the future and the greater the danger will be.
Habitually holding his shoulders with his hands and holding his chin with his right hand, Li Zaian smiled coldly. This kind of danger is not a bad thing for him. If the operation is done well, it may be more beneficial to him.
How can I call it a good operation?
In fact, Li Zaian is already working on it now
The account books on the table can be said to be not even a real one. Each book is selected, and there are more or less frauds. In other words, these leaders in the middle and lower-level organizations are all greedy for money from Mo's organization, and the profits that Greedy should have been paid.
These fake accounts were hidden from Banoro's eyes, but what did Li Zaian do in his previous life?
How could these shoddy things be hidden from his eyes
However, Li Zaian did not intend to make this clear. What he had to do now was to visit each middle and lower-level organization leader one by one. He wanted these people to know that he knew the fake accounts, but he did not complain to Banoro.
As for whom to visit first and whom to visit later, there are also some considerations. On the list in Li Zaian's mind, the first thing he wants to visit is the few people who are the least greedy. The reason is that since these people are the least greedy, it means that their courage is relatively small, and such people are easier to control.
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