Chapter 274

"Counterfeit money business."

Ni Yongyao said indifferently: "Hengda Company, as well as the connections and channels you have managed over these years, can all serve as your capital to exchange for an opportunity to cooperate."

The reason Ni Yongyao did not let the Priest kill Boss Yao was precisely for the latter's connections and channels.

Connections and channels cannot be acquired in a short time; they require accumulation over time.

"I..."

Hearing Ni Yongyao's words, Boss Yao felt a tightness in his chest, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

Boss Yao really wanted to curse out loud; he was in the counterfeit money business himself, so why would he need to cooperate with Ni Yongyao?

But Boss Yao was also very clear about his situation: now Ni Yongyao was the butcher's knife, and he was the fish, with his life and death hanging on a single thought from Ni Yongyao.

Thinking of this, Boss Yao smiled bitterly: "I think I have no room to refuse."

"It's good that Boss Yao understands."

Ni Yongyao said, snapping his fingers, and said to Fox: "Have the Painter and Ruolan come over."

"Yes, Mr. Ni."

Fox nodded, swaying her waist as she left the study.

Soon, she returned with the Painter and Li Ruolan.

"Boss Yao, these two will be your future partners; you should get to know each other."

Ni Yongyao said.

"Boss Yao?"

Seeing Boss Yao, the Painter was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Why do you look like this?"

Being in the same trade, the Painter had naturally heard of Boss Yao, but they had never met before this.

"I..."

Boss Yao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only a bitter smile remained.

In the end, he could only reach out his hand to the Painter.

After shaking hands, Boss Yao briefly explained the situation at Hengda Financial Company.

Hearing that everyone in the entire company had been slaughtered, the Painter's eyes widened instantly; even though he was knowledgeable and experienced, he was momentarily shocked by Ni Yongyao's lawlessness.

Immediately after came relief; fortunately, he was now in a cooperative relationship with Ni Yongyao, otherwise, if he had accidentally offended Ni Yongyao, he probably wouldn't even be able to run away.

By comparison, the White Widow appeared much calmer.

She had long suspected such things.

After all, Ni Yongyao had purchased a large amount of armaments back and forth; these things were definitely meant to be consumed on enemies, not kept as fireworks.

"Painter, with Boss Yao joining in, his connections and channels are somewhat useful. As for how much of a cut to give him, the three of you can discuss it."

Ni Yongyao said.

Still the same point: no matter how many people enter the field, Ni Yongyao's fifty percent will never change.

"Okay."

The Painter nodded slightly, then immediately began discussing with Boss Yao.

Boss Yao was now scared half to death, so naturally, he didn't dare to raise any demands, and soon agreed to the condition of half a percent.

And what Boss Yao paid was Hengda Financial Company, as well as the relationships he had managed for most of his life.

Now, all of these had to serve Ni Yongyao.

"Then, happy cooperation."

Ni Yongyao reached out his hand to Boss Yao.

"Mr. Ni, happy cooperation."

Boss Yao revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.

However, reaching this point, being able to stay alive was already considered lucky, at the very least much luckier than Tan Cheng and the others at Hengda Financial Company.

Boss Yao could only comfort himself in his heart like this.

The next day.

The Painter moved the entire factory to the basement of Hengda Financial Company; looking at this underground factory, the Painter's eyes shone, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Old Yao, your place here is not bad; it's much better than my little workshop."

The Painter said, patting Boss Yao on the shoulder.

After spending a day together, the Painter had become familiar with Boss Yao and began calling him "Old Yao," as if they were old friends of many years.

"So what if it's not bad? It's still just making wedding clothes for someone else."

Boss Yao sighed.

"Don't say that; we're all one family now, saying things like that is being a stranger."

The Painter laughed.

To this, Boss Yao couldn't say anything other than sighing.

The former Hengda Financial Company, although it had to support numerous employees and pay dividends to the headquarters regularly, could still keep a large portion for Boss Yao's own pocket.

But now Boss Yao only held half a percent of the profits; the difference before and after could almost be called a world of difference.

"Old Yao, don't hide anything in the future; take out those connections and channels of yours and use them. Let's strive to make the business bigger and eat up the entire Southeast Asian market."

The Painter said excitedly.

Before this, limited by various reasons, the Painter's counterfeit money business had never been able to scale up.

But now, with protection provided by Ni Yongyao, raw materials provided by the White Widow, and the professional factory here at Hengda Financial,

the Painter immediately rolled up his sleeves, planning to do something big.

It would be best to earn his retirement pension for the rest of his life in one go, and then he could enjoy life.

"You make it sound easy; don't forget I still have a headquarters above me. Things here won't be hidden for long."

Boss Yao said with worry.

Hengda Financial Company needed to pay dividends to the headquarters regularly, which was a huge sum of money.

And very obviously, Ni Yongyao would not do such a thing.

Therefore, Boss Yao estimated that it wouldn't be long before the headquarters learned about the situation here, and he didn't know what would happen then.

"Don't worry about that; if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. We just need to follow Mr. Ni to earn a living."

The Painter said nonchalantly.

After witnessing Ni Yongyao's strength during this period, the Painter could be said to be completely at ease, not worrying about these trivial things at all.

"That is a transnational counterfeit money group; they have branches in many places, and even Interpol can't deal with them..."

Old Yao shook his head and said.

"Pfft, so what? Can they drive a tank over to kill us?"

The Painter had an indifferent expression.

Seeing this, Boss Yao stopped saying anything more, only shaking his head and sighing continuously.

The expanded counterfeit money business went very smoothly; the Painter opened up his hands and feet to do a big job, quickly increasing production and rapidly occupying the market.

And because of the superior quality, it didn't take long before other peers in South Asia were beaten until they couldn't lift their heads, and the scale grew larger and larger.

It was on this day that Boss Yao received a call from the headquarters and immediately rushed to Ni Yongyao.

"Mr. Ni, the counterfeit money group headquarters called me, asking me to give them an explanation. What should I say?"

Boss Yao said with a terrified expression.

"Explanation?"

Ni Yongyao was smoking a cigar, exhaling a dragon of smoke, and said: "Report truthfully."

"Ah?"

Boss Yao was stunned when he heard this; he had originally thought Ni Yongyao would let him hide it, and he had even prepared reasons, but he didn't expect him to be told to tell the truth.

"Call them now and tell them that Hengda Financial Company now belongs to Ni."

Ni Yongyao said.

Boss Yao swallowed his saliva, his heart pounding; having lived for most of his life, he had never seen someone as arrogant as Ni Yongyao.

"I'll call right now."

Boss Yao didn't dare to question Ni Yongyao and hurriedly dialed the number for the counterfeit money group headquarters.

The call was connected quickly.

Boss Yao followed Ni Yongyao's instructions and told the other party everything from beginning to end.