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Chapter 57 Welcome! Friends!

Seeing that this important figure had finally relented, Qin Han quickly gave Luo Na a look.

The female reporter understood immediately and posed the question to Fred:

"Fred, who do you think is the person you hate the most in the entire entertainment industry?"

Fred scoffed dismissively: "Is that even a question? Who else could it be but that vampire Tom Parker? He's not only greedy, but also disgustingly hypocritical."

General Sterling seemed familiar with the name: "You mean Colonel Parker? Elvis's agent?"

"Bill, don't kid me, you don't know his background?" Fred made no attempt to hide his deep sarcasm.

"The only political endorsement this guy got was helping the governor of Indiana organize a few campaign rallies. In return, the governor gave him the honorary title of militia colonel."

"Within the industry, he acted like MacArthur, giving orders to everyone."

General Sterling laughed, not echoing Fred's indignation: "But an old friend of mine in the IRS (Internal Revenue Service) has spoken about him privately."

His gaze swept over the three people present: "Parker is one of the most law-abiding taxpayers in the United States."

"He honestly declared and paid taxes on every single income, even if it was won at the gambling table. In the eyes of the IRS, he was a rare 'good guy'."

No wonder Parker can do whatever he wants in the United States!

Here, as long as you have US dollars, you can do whatever you want—provided you never offend the IRS!

This cunning Dutchman, through false political endorsements and timely tribute payments, perfectly avoided all possible risks.

"Ha! Of course he wouldn't dare to default on taxes." Qin Han sneered. "He knows very well that once the IRS comes knocking, his dirty laundry will be laid bare."

General Sterling's eyes narrowed slightly as he flicked ash from his cigar. "Mr. Qin, it seems you have quite a bit of juicy information?"

Qin Han smiled without saying a word, and Luo Na immediately pulled out several photocopies from her bag.

"Andreas Cornelius van Kuijk," Qin Han pronounced the tongue-twisting Dutch name, "that's the 'good guy' the IRS is talking about."

General Sterling picked up the documents, his previously nonchalant attitude vanishing.

Two million US dollars in gambling debts? That's a huge sum of money that could drive anyone crazy.

As a powerful figure in the Pentagon's Logistics Command, the amount of money flowing through his hands is ten or even a hundred times that figure.

But that's all government money.

In this era of intense Cold War, with the giant across the Bering Strait looming large, military spending was reaching new highs, but oversight was equally stringent.

At least at this point, no one dared to sell a bag of screws for a staggering $90,000.

The amount of money that actually ended up in his personal pocket was rather meager.

General Sterling raised his head, his gaze piercing: "Young men, what do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple." Qin Han stopped beating around the bush: "We'll deal with Parker and use the law and public opinion to ruin his reputation."

"But we need someone to stop the guns from Las Vegas."

"Afterwards, Hans Film Company will try to sign Elvis Presley and take over this cash cow. The gold leaves falling from the tree will naturally end up in the pockets of the friends who provided the help."

General Sterling remained silent for a long time, and the only sound in the restaurant was the sound of the waves outside.

Using his military background to intimidate the Mafia was not difficult for him.

When the time comes, give them a good beating followed by a sweet treat, and they will naturally not dare to really confront the state apparatus head-on.

"I have two questions," he began. "First, since you have such damaging information, why don't you just blackmail Parker?"

"If you threaten to expose his identity, he will definitely hand over the money obediently."

"Second..." He looked at Qin Han, a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Elvis is the highest-paid singer on this planet. Do you really have the ability to sign him?"

"If someone else takes it, wouldn't all my efforts have been for nothing? Who will be responsible for my pension?"

Faced with the doubts, Qin Han smiled.

I'm afraid you won't set any conditions!

"General, I can answer your first question now." Qin Han's expression suddenly changed, becoming somewhat mysterious and unpredictable.

"Extorting Parker could get you money immediately, but that's like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs."

Why?

"Because Elvis was dying."

Even Lorna and Fred looked at Qin Han in astonishment—this was not part of the planned explanation; he had never said that Elvis was in mortal danger.

Qin Han stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the surging waves outside: "General, please allow me to use my 'Prophet' ability."

"Not long ago, in order to be in top condition for his performance on the Hawaiian stage, Elvis took a large amount of powerful diet pills and stimulants at Parker's request."

He sighed and said quietly, "We all know how much damage these things can do to the body."

"As a martial artist, I can see subtle differences that ordinary people might miss. Although Elvis Presley was still radiant on the 'Hello Hawaii' stage, the fatigue in his eyes and the unsteadiness in his steps were undeniable."

The general nodded thoughtfully: "Fred mentioned to me that you are Bruce's apprentice..."

Qin Han walked back to the table, took out the photocopy of the document stating a gambling debt of 200 million US dollars, and placed it in the center of the table:

"That's right. If Parker continues to keep Elvis at that high-intensity level in Las Vegas to try and fill the gaps, coupled with drug abuse..."

"At most three years, no, maybe only two years, and this cash cow will wither away."

General Sterling frowned, clearly analyzing this "prophecy" about the Qin and Han dynasties.

Soon, he himself came to a similar conclusion: the military had conducted experiments on strengthening soldiers' bodies with drugs, but without exception, none of them were successful.

If that's the case, directly blackmailing Parker is clearly not a good idea.

"As for the second question, I really can't give a definite answer." Seeing the change in Sterling's expression, Qin Han threw out his second bargaining chip:

"However, not all of the good projects that Han's Films has are futures."

Fred immediately chimed in, "General, Qin is right about that."

"Remember that movie I mentioned to you? It had a return on investment of 80 times, and it might even exceed 100 times!"

"80 times?" Now, General Sterling was truly tempted.

Even in the arms trade, a 30% profit margin is enough to drive people crazy.

80 times? Why don't you just rob a bank!

"This is just the beginning. Han's Films welcomes friends to join us and share in our profits! How about it, Bill?"

General Sterling looked at the ambitious young man in front of him, then glanced at the document on the table that recorded a gambling debt of two million.

After a long silence, he revealed a satisfied smile.

"Two million...that's definitely a big problem."

"However, in order to protect the most beautiful voices in America, those old godfathers in Las Vegas should be understanding."

"Yes, it's all for art!" Fred winked at Qin Han and smiled as he picked up his wine glass.