Chapter 862 I don’t care about my moral integrity anymore!

"Mary, Mary!"

Kerkhoff, wearing a thick flannel pajamas, came down the stairs from the second floor.

The fat middle-aged maid came out of the kitchen and came to the stairs. "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Has this morning's newspaper arrived?" Khov asked with concern.

"Not yet, sir; I have only just looked."

Kekhov nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Go out and have a look. If the newspaper comes, bring it to me right away."

"Yes, sir!"

After saying that, the middle-aged maid turned and left.

Khov held the railing of the stairs with one hand and walked down slowly.

He had just had a nightmare. He had no idea what he dreamed about, but he knew it was horrible and he was awakened by the shock.

Even now, he was still somewhat frightened and had a very ominous premonition.

I came to the living room, poured myself a cup of hot water, and just sat down when the door was opened.

Then, the middle-aged maid Mary walked in from outside, followed by another person.

"Sir, Mr. Cruze is here."

Cruze behind her had already gotten impatient and rushed out, taking two steps at a time, and came straight to Khoff, shouting, "Something bad is happening, Edgar!"

Upon hearing this, Khov's eyelids jumped and he immediately stood up. "What's the matter?"

"Look for yourself!" Cruze handed over a newspaper.

When Khoff took it and looked at it, he found that it was the picture newspaper he had been waiting for for a long time but had not been delivered yet.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked at it. Once he did, Khoff was stunned, and his eyes seemed to be nailed to the newspaper.

I saw that the front-page headline of Bild today was quite shocking.

The inside story of Hamburg’s shocking deficit!

Just seeing this title, Khov collapsed completely and sat down on the sofa.

He could hardly believe his eyes, and he even wanted to believe that he was seeing things because of his old eyesight.

But when I looked again, yes, it was still that big bloody red title.

"I couldn't sleep early this morning, so I went to the newsstand to buy a newly published newspaper. I was shocked when I saw it, so I rushed here immediately!"

Cruze was now at a loss, and even had a tremor in his voice when he spoke.

If Khoff fell, he would not be able to escape responsibility.

"Why? Why is this happening?" Khoff regained some consciousness.

"Didn't we give them the inside scoop before? Why didn't they report it? Why did they report this incident instead?"

Khove almost shouted at the end.

His expression already looked a little crazy.

He remembered that he had sent all the inside information about Yang Huan and Hamburg to Bild, and the other party had clearly promised to publish it on the front page of today's news. But why did they go back on their word?

It would be fine if you just went back on your word, but you're actually turning the tables?

Can you have a little bit of moral integrity?

"Someone must have leaked this to Bild on purpose!" said Kruse.

A fierce look flashed in Cruze's eyes. Needless to say, it must be Yang Huan. Even if it wasn't him, it must be Thomas Lake or Beiersdorf, because only they could have so much black material on him.

After reading the report carefully, Khov felt a sense of exhaustion.

At the beginning, Yang Huan promised not to make public the black materials that Thomas Lake had just investigated. In fact, he did it, because the inside information he provided to Bild was more detailed and more convincing than the original black materials. It must have been found out during the later audit.

For example, when Tottenham Hotspur offered 10 million pounds for the transfer of South Korean player Son Heung-min, why did they choose Leverkusen, which offered a lower price of only 10 million euros?

Was it simply because the then sports manager Arnesen did not want to do business with Tottenham Hotspur because of past grievances?

And why did they suddenly choose to loan out German international Ogo to Schalke 04 when the team was in urgent need of players and the league had only been played for two rounds, and also included a buyout clause of only 3 million euros including the loan fee?

Is it just because, as the club officials said, Ogo went to Mallorca, Spain to attend his agent's wedding when the team was not training?

But even if that's true, there's no need to sell it, especially at such a cheap price!

In this report in Bild, the reason for Hamburg's deficit was revealed very directly.

That is, in 2011, when Kekhov took over as chairman of the team's board of directors, Hamburg's deficit was less than 10 million euros. At that time, the reason why Kekhov was able to become chairman of the board of directors was because he promised to reduce the team's salary from the original 47 million euros to 40 million euros, and the team's total budget would be reduced by about 20 million euros from the original 140 million euros to try to achieve a balance between income and expenditure.

To this end, the team sold a number of higher-paid players at low prices or even for free.

But in the end, after a few years, the team's salary has not dropped much, but the team's debt has increased several times compared to that year.

This obviously violates the promise that Khov made back then.

After an in-depth investigation, Bild found that many of the current transfers and the club's expenses were very problematic, and even pointed the finger at the board of directors headed by Kekhov and Kruse.

This made Khoff's hands tremble at the end.

In order to cover up his guilty conscience, he threw the newspaper in his hand away with force.

"Damn it, that's nonsense!" he roared.

But is it really nonsense?

Is this really nonsense?

At this moment, sirens suddenly sounded outside, coming from far away and stopping outside the gate.

This made Khoff and Cruze look at each other, and they both noticed the fear in each other's eyes.

When the doorbell rang, the two of them stood up from the sofa at the same time.

The middle-aged maid Mary ran over to open the door, and as she did so, she saw four or five burly men filing in.

The man held up a piece of paper in his hand.

"We are from the Hamburg Public Prosecutor's Office. This is a search warrant issued by the prosecutor. Mr. Karl Edgar Khoffer, someone has filed a lawsuit against you, alleging that you planned and participated in multiple corruption cases while serving as chairman of the Hamburg board of directors. We will search your home and office for evidence, and we also ask you to come back with us to assist in the investigation!"

The man saw Cruze, said "oh", turned around and took out a document from his briefcase.

"Mr. Cruze, it would be great if you were here. Please come back with us to assist in the investigation. My colleagues should be at your home and office now!"

For a moment, both Kerkhov and Cruze were stunned.

Both of them felt as if their hearts had sunk into an ice cellar.

Because they all suddenly remembered that there were things in their homes and offices that could potentially be used as evidence against them. They were too careless and forgot to collect them. Now...

"You two, please come in!" said the prosecutor in a very businesslike manner.

Khoff and Kreuzer felt exhausted all over, like zombies. They followed his gestures, slowly moved out of the living room and walked towards the door.

Before I even went out, I saw a flash of spotlights outside.

Apparently, some media reporters had heard the news and were already lying in wait for them at the gate.

Finished!

It's completely over!

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Buzz!

The cell phone on the table vibrated.

Alexander Otto picked it up and looked at it, frowning slightly, then looked at Peter Kenyon who was sitting opposite him, smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, Peter, I have to answer the phone."

Peter Kenyon nodded with a smile, "Please."

Alexander Otto stood up from his seat, walked to the corner of the conference room and answered the phone.

I only heard him ask quietly, "What's the matter?"

Then there was a burst of surprise, "What? How is this possible? When did it happen?"

Then there was a silence, and finally a hum, "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Alexander Otto walked back to the conference table, looked at Peter Kenyon across from him, sat down again, and said with a smile: "Kerkhoff and Kreuzer were just taken away by German prosecutors at Kerkhove's home, along with several other Hamburg directors."

Peter Kenyon didn't seem surprised at all, "Really? That's not good news."

Alexander Otto did not show any surprise on his face. Instead, it seemed as if this was the right thing to do.

"Peter, what are you going to do next?" Alexander Otto asked with concern.

Peter Kenyon smiled. "What else can we do? Cut out some rotten meat, and new meat will grow. The board members were taken away by the German prosecutors for corruption, but the daily management and operation of Hamburg must continue, right?"

"What does Master Huan mean..."

"Restructure the board of directors and re-establish a management team."

Alexander Otto exclaimed in his heart, "Sure enough, Kuhn was right. This is what Young Master Huan thought."

It can be imagined that the new set of board members must be people that Young Master Huan trusts.

This is just the first step.

Next, if nothing unexpected happens, Master Huan will use the method of repaying debts to expand his shares in Hamburg.

This was originally difficult.

If Hamburger still had the same management model as it did two years ago, Master Huan would never have been able to acquire it.

But the most difficult part, which is the shareholding reform of Hamburg, has already been completed by Kkhoff and others for Master Huan.

In other words, Hamburger is now a joint-stock company, and as long as the board of directors agrees, Master Huan can acquire Hamburger at any time.

As for when and how, it depends on the fans' reaction.

If the fans react too strongly to this incident, it will probably be delayed a little.

But if the fans don't have any attitude, it should be soon.

I have to admit that Yang Huan and the people in his team are really amazing.

Things are done one by one. Compared with them, people like Khov are not even worthy of carrying their shoes.

Fortunately, Khoff still thought he could give it a try, but he didn't know that he would even lose himself.

"Peter, there is something I don't quite understand."

"What is it?"

"Bild's editor-in-chief Dickmann is a well-known cunning and sly man. He is also a well-known machine gun. Even President Wolf fell in front of him before. How did you convince him this time?"

Peter Kenyon shrugged, "I don't know."

"you do not know?"

"Yes, this time it was Young Master Huan who went to see him in person. It was said that they only talked for the time of breakfast. As for what they talked about and what the result was, I really don't know."

It’s strange that Alexander Otto could bribe Dickman with just a breakfast?

Isn’t this too unbelievable?

Could it be that Young Master Huan had dealt with him just like that?

At this moment, the image of the wealthy Master Huan emerged in Alexander Otto's mind.

"What can I do to prevent you from publishing news that is unfavorable to me?"

"I'm sorry, I have moral integrity!"

"One million!"

"I'm sorry, I have moral integrity!"

"Five million!"

"I'm sorry, I really have moral integrity!"

"Ten million!"

"…I'm sorry, but I still have some moral integrity!"

"Nimi, fifty million!"

"Yes...I'm sorry, I don't want my moral integrity anymore!"

Well, that should be the case, right?