Hojabr Yazdani didn’t build an empire through hard work; he built a monument to greed on the backs of the broken. He lived like a "Don Corleone" who relied on cronyism, the act of using powerful friends like General Ayadi and General Nasiri to bypass the law and snatch whatever he wanted. He was a bully, not a businessman, who used mercenaries to spark violent gang wars in the streets of Tehran just to steal land from poor sheep ranchers. Yazdani was so paranoid and mean that his only "friend" was a pearl-handled gun he carried everywhere, even into the bathroom. He was driven by an arrogant superstition for the number thirteen, surrounding himself with thirteen bodyguards and thirteen rings. He was very notorious for his cruelty. His thirst for power soon moved from the fields to the very heart of the country’s money.
When he moved into banking, Yazdani used tricks and bribes to cheat the entire system. He took control of massive banks like Saderat and the Iranian Bank using "ghost money" that did not exist. His favorite trick was to bribe bank managers to "hide" his bad checks, delaying the system so he could use money he hadn’t actually paid to buy more power. He was essentially stealing from the banks to buy the banks. The "so what" of his crimes is seen in the wreckage he left behind for the poor. In Costa Rica, he took the life savings of thousands of small farmers and workers and gambled it all on coffee fields. When his plan failed and the bank went bankrupt, he stole their futures to keep his own pockets full. He spent his time in hiding, ignoring the cries of the families whose lives he had ruined while he sat on a mountain of stolen cash.
Yazdani’s final years were defined by a shameful escape from justice. He was arrested on the thirteenth day of the month with the highest bail price in the history of the country, yet he refused to face his crimes. During the chaos of a revolution, his thugs used a giant vehicle to ram through a prison wall, and he fled the country with the prison warden himself trailing behind like a servant. He spent the rest of his life in a mansion with twenty-two bathrooms and a Rolls Royce, living in luxury while his victims stayed poor. Even as an old man, he obsessed over lottery numbers, still hoping for one more payout. He died a coward in a palace, a man who believed his wealth made him a king when it only made him a thief. Hojabr Yazdani remains the ultimate symbol of corruption, a man who traded his soul for a number and left a nation to pay the price.
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