My Reputation System Makes Me Rich

Chapter 5 The New Owner Steps In

That crazy move wasn't a complicated demand. Instead, it was a harsh slap in the face—a massive eleven-digit figure shining brightly from the tablet screen directly onto the former tyrant's face. Mr. Brandon’s arrogance instantly vanished the moment his greedy eyes realized that the poor laborer standing before him held the life and future of his company in his hands.

“Th-that’s impossible.” Mr. Brandon turned pale. “Twenty billion? Impossible! There must be an error on this cheap tablet!”

“Mr. Brandon, there is nothing wrong with our system,” Mr. Henderson said firmly. “Mr. Alex’s balance is one hundred percent real and guaranteed legitimate by headquarters.”

Alex pulled the tablet back, his index finger tapping the screen a few times. “Is the account number for paying off the non-performing loan still the same as in the original document, Mr. Henderson?”

“Yes, Mr. Alex. It goes directly into our bank’s account.”

Mr. Brandon swallowed hard, his eyes bulging. “Wait a minute! What are you trying to do right now?”

“Saving my market from your dirty hands,” Alex replied without even looking up.

“We have received the funds amounting to thirteen billion six hundred million rupiah,” Mr. Henderson announced, trembling. “The non-performing loan status under Mr. Brandon’s name is closed effective today.”

The notary, who had been watching with disgust until now, hurriedly adjusted his glasses and posture. “I-in that case, we can proceed with the transaction now. Mr. Brandon only needs to sign this release deed over the duty stamp.”

Alex stared with cold intensity at the rotund man. “Mr. Brandon, sign the document now.”

The pale look on Mr. Brandon’s face suddenly flipped, a flame of greed igniting in his eyes. He saw a far larger golden opportunity. The poor laborer in front of him possessed wealth far beyond what was needed to pay off the bank.

“It’s not that easy!” Mr. Brandon crossed his arms. “I’m not signing it.”

“Mr. Brandon, your debt has been paid off! You must hand over the collateral asset right now,” the notary chided, starting to panic.

“Who told this pauper to pay off my debt?” Mr. Brandon sneered, looking slick and dishonest. “He transferred the money to the bank himself without my consent! The bank got its money, but legally, this land title is still under my name. If you want my signature, I demand an extra ten billion in my personal account.”

Mr. Henderson slammed his hand on the table. “You’ve gone mad, Mr. Brandon. That is outright extortion!”

“This is business strategy,” Mr. Brandon laughed triumphantly, feeling he had the upper hand. “Just try forcing this through without my signature. You want to take it to court? Go ahead! The legal proceedings will take years. Until then, Greenwood Market remains mine.”

Alex remained seated calmly. He allowed his consciousness to connect with the System inside his mind. The System fed him vital information without displaying any physical buttons. A fatal legal vulnerability regarding years of local tax evasion immediately surfaced in Alex’s mind—data he could pull up as his ultimate weapon against Mr. Brandon.

“You think you’re smart enough to hold onto that certificate, Mr. Brandon?” Alex cut through the noise.

“I know I am, you poor laborer. Ten billion in cash, or you’ll lose that thirteen billion in the bank for a very long time.”

“Mr. Henderson,” Alex called out in a deadly tone. “If the debtor refuses to sign the deed after their debt has been cleared by a third party, what happens to the asset according to banking regulations?”

“The asset will be transferred into frozen assets. We reserve the right to report him to the police for fraud and obstructing the resolution of a bad debt.”

Alex glanced at Mr. Brandon with a smirk. “Old bastard, did you hear that? If you don’t sign today, that market gets frozen. You won’t be able to wring a single cent of dirty profit from it ever again.”

“I don’t care—go ahead and freeze it! My thugs will keep collecting security fees from the vendors every single day regardless of the land’s legal status. You bank folks won’t dare touch me,” Mr. Brandon taunted, the veins on his neck bulging.

“Is that so?” Alex leaned back slowly. “What about your four billion rupiah in local tax arrears that you intentionally evaded through your out-of-town shell companies over the past five years?”

Mr. Brandon’s face drained of color. “H-how do you know about that?”

“Refuse to sign, and I’ll let the market be frozen. Then I’ll deliver concrete proof of your tax evasion straight to the prosecutor’s office this afternoon. You won’t just lose the market—you’ll lose your luxury mansion, your sports cars, and your precious status.”

“You’re bluffing! You don’t have any proof!”

“Try me. Mr. Henderson, please instruct your legal team to file a report against this man for multiple counts of banking fraud.”

“Yes, Mr. Alex. Right away. I’ll contact our legal team immediately.”

“W-wait a minute! You can’t do this to me!” Panic seized Mr. Brandon, sweat pouring down his face and neck.

“Sign the deed right now, or I’ll make sure you walk out of here without a single penny left, straight into a cold jail cell.”

Mr. Brandon’s hand shook as he held the pen over the deed, realizing his extortion plot was dead in the water. Cold sweat drenched his temples; he still refused to surrender the market without a kickback.

“You might have paid off the bank, but you can’t force me to surrender ownership!”

The rotund man threw the gold pen onto the floor with a look of pure hatred.

“Pick up the pen and sign it now, Mr. Brandon!”

“In your dreams, you pauper!”

“If you insist on being this stubborn, then what kind of crazy plan should I use to force a loan shark like you to your knees and sign this deed of sale?”