The Tyrant Billionaire

  "Lancer, I intend to appoint you as the head of the security company, responsible for matters here," Hardy said.

   Lancer did not hesitate to accept.

  "Hardy, rest assured, I will do my best to manage the security company well."

  "Now, our main concern is dealing with the Spanish gang. Do you have any suggestions?" Hardy asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

  "I plan to establish an \'Operations Research Office\' to gather all intelligence on the Spanish gang understand their businesses, armed forces, personnel, contacts, and other relevant information. By comparing this with our objectives, we can devise comprehensive operational plans."

  "We already have over twenty personnel in the security company. Their primary task will be gathering information. I remember one recruit has a background in communications and is proficient in phone surveillance."

  Lancer outlined his plan.

  Hardy listened attentively but had some reservations in his mind.

  Setting up an operations research office to tackle a gang like a military campaign how many gangs in this world could withstand such an approach, followed by a well planned and decisive strike!

  But Hardy liked the idea.

  "I agree with your proposal. I will await your updates," Hardy said with a smile.

  Just then, Henry entered the room and, upon seeing Hardy, immediately said, "Boss, I was trying to reach you and didn\'t expect to find you here."

  "What\'s the matter?"

  "We took care of those guys from the Polish gang. They\'re broke and powerless now, but we found some things in their boss\'s house that I think you should see."

  "What things?" Hardy\'s interest was piqued.

  "Artworks and Oil Painting. They look pretty good, but we don\'t know much about them. That\'s why I thought you should take a look," Henry explained.

  "Let\'s go check it out."

  Henry drove Hardy to the southern part of the city and stopped in front of a small two-story red brick building. It was unremarkable except for its few windows, all barred with thick iron grilles.

  Several cars were parked along the street, and a few men in suits stood nearby. They greeted Hardy respectfully as he got out of the car these were recent recruits.

   "This building was the private residence of the Polish gang\'s boss, Novakovsky. After we took care of those guys, we searched the place and discovered a huge underground basement filled with Artworks" Henry explained.

  "Later, I asked around about it and found out that Novakovsky was a thief. The Polish gang also mainly engaged in the theft business, stealing bags, stealing cars, breaking into houses, and selling stolen goods.

  "Matthew and two others are inside. They found quite a treasure trove," he added as they entered.

  The entrance to the basement was discreet, hidden behind a shelf.

  A passage led straight downstairs.

  They had already managed to open the iron door a task that didn\'t faze Henry and his team.

Hardy walked in and was amazed by the scene.

  The underground space was approximately 100 square meters. Several shelves lined the walls, displaying a diverse array of items, candlesticks, plates, spoons, lamps, clocks, violins, bronze statues, bronze trays, and on the back wall, hung prints and oil paintings.

  Hardy examined some of the oil paintings but couldn\'t decipher them. His knowledge of European art was limited, and he wondered if there were any masterpieces among them.

  Looking through the items, it was clear that Novakovsky had a penchant for collecting. These items were likely stolen from others and either sold off or kept here for his private collection.

  Surveying the shelves, Hardy estimated there were thirty to forty oil painting in total. "If they are all genuine old artwork, they\'ll be worth ten to twenty million in a few decades," he mused.

  "How did so many European antiques and oil paintings end up in America?" Hardy wondered.

  He speculated that during World War II, many Jews had fled from Europe to America, and many Europeans from France and the UK brought along with them numerous art collections.

  It\'s possible that these houses were patronized by thieves from the Polish gang, who stole the money and brought whatever they thought was valuable to the Polish gang leader, who was also a collector himself to hide them all here.

  Unexpectedly, in the end, all these things belonged to me.

  "Boss, do you think these things are valuable?" Matthew asked. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

  "I\'m not an art appraiser," Hardy said, shaking his head.

  "What do we do with these things?" Henry asked.

  Hardy thought for a while, "Move all these Oil Painting to the security company, find an empty room in the office building, and put them there. Be careful when transporting them. Don\'t bump them. Wrap them in newspapers and put them in a safe place in the box."

  "As for the other things, take them out to find an art collector to see how much they are worth, and try to sell them. We are short of money now."

  "Okay, boss, I\'ll find someone to deal with them," Henry responded.

  European antiques didn\'t appreciate much, but Oil Paintings were a different story. The potential for appreciation was staggering. An Oil painting by an unknown artist might sell for a few dollars during their lifetime, but decades later, it could be worth millions.

  Those Oil paintings were transported to the security company and stored there. They were safer than anywhere else. No thief would dare go to the security company and steal things in front of dozens of Marines.

  Two days later.

  Henry reported to Hardy.

  "Boss, all the oil paintings you want are in the security company. As for the rest, there is a person in the Austrian gang who resells underground antiques. Sean called that person over, and he was willing to offer $45,000 dollars. Everything is packed and taken away. What do you think?"

  They are all from the Austrian gang, and Hardy knew that the other party did not dare risk his life to cheat him.

  "Give it to him."

  After killing a small Polish gang, he got a piece of land, dozens of oil paintings, and more than $40,000.

  He was already very satisfied with the result.