Chapter 65: Manly Hero

Under Trust Virtue Real Estate, commercial land, properties, shopping malls, office buildings—combined assets amount to several tens of billions.

But…… its stock price is very stable, with a market value of just over one billion, and there are essentially no tradable shares; it just sits there, so even if you envy it, it's useless.

What's the principle?

Apart from what's visible, there's basically no circulation outward; it's all scattered in the hands of the He Family members, can't be sold even in personal hands, and above them there's a family office.

These family members can only receive dividends; wanting to interfere in the company is just a dream!

Li Xin knows his limits; his small brokerage firm simply isn't qualified to cooperate with Trust Virtue Real Estate—though there are always exceptions, it just depends on execution.

Li Xin had a plan ready; his flattery poured out: "Uncle He has spoken, so there's definitely no problem!"

You, a business magnate, deign to look upon my little shop, A Xin's store—that's giving me face; if I didn't accept, wouldn't that be refusing face?

As for how to cooperate, Uncle He, you call the shots—I have no objections; I'll accept whatever terms you set.

He Xin was truly shocked by this brat's shamelessness!

When he came in, he acted like heaven was first, earth second, he third—arrogant and lawless, with no regard for anyone.

When there's profit, He Xin puts himself on high, with no second‑in‑command, directly elevating him to a position he can't come down from.

He's a magnate, he's a shop owner, and he even handed over decision‑making authority with both hands, without hesitation.

This person's cheek is so thick that after decades it's rarely seen; one moment he's arrogant like thunder and lightning in the heavens, the next he's like wild grass on the ground—you can blow wind or rain, his roots won't budge.

It seems the one just described as hot‑blooded youth isn't him!

This young man!

As long as he doesn't die young, he will surely have a place in the Hong Kong‑Macau Bay region, standing atop the peak and commanding the winds and clouds for decades.

Only one who can bend and stand tall is a true man.

He Xin kept raising him in his heart, yet felt it was still insufficient—amazing!

Since they've already put themselves on the ground, he can't step on them further; he can only say: "A Xin, Trust Virtue Real Estate gives you ten percent, your business stays yours—come help me, how about that?"

Li Xin didn't take the bait at all, changing the subject: "Uncle He, let's drop this topic and talk about cooperation—what do you think our cooperation should look like?"

He Xin shook his head regretfully: "Then let's calculate the two companies' values by appraisal, swap shares cross‑wise, and after that Trust Virtue Real Estate will inject capital into your brokerage—any problem?"

Li Xin shook his head and refused: "Impossible, Uncle He—that would just be Trust Virtue Real Estate giving me money; I never take advantage of people, I believe in equivalent exchange, honest to young and old."

He Xin again marveled at his thick‑skinnedness, laughing and scolding: "You loser, you wouldn't be thinking of exchanging by stock‑market value, would you?"

"Oh! Then what should we use?"

Li Xin answered very naturally.

He Xin pointed at him, half‑laughing in anger, and shouted: "How can your cheek be so thick! You can actually say that—do you want stars? Go look in your dreams, see if anyone's that stupid."

Li Xin didn't care; he said that if they could exchange by market value, he could make He Xin scold him to tears.

He begged himself to hurry away, otherwise he could be scolded into bankruptcy.

"Uncle He, you're wrong—you said to exchange by market value, I did as you said, yet you still disagree? That's your fault."

After saying that, he glanced at He Xin, then shook his head, looking very disappointed.

Today Liu Bro also broadened his horizons, watching the old master and A Xin play chess—it's far more entertaining than a comedy!

Liu Bro couldn't help but interject: "A Xin, is that how you made your way in the Gangdao underworld?"

"Exactly! People say I'm reasonable, good at making friends—go ask the Crown Prince and the Boxing King Tai; we get along like real brothers, and with friends I truly have nothing to complain about."

Well, Li Xin didn't dare say more—having a couple of close friends is enough; don't ask for too much.

A Xin is never greedy.

He Xin really doesn't want to deal with this brat any longer!

He's just too good at stirring up trouble and being unreasonable.

I've never seen a young person like this—aren't young people supposed to care about face, put on a show, and fear being looked down upon?

With this kid, he simply doesn't treat face as anything at all.

He's also convinced!

Quickly call out the daughter from the inner room and let the young people spar—old folks really can't take it.

Too stimulating for the heart!

He Qiong came out from the inner room, saw Li Xin in person—much more handsome than his photo—and gave him a smile, a greeting.

Li Xin is the type who warms up quickly; seeing his target appear, he immediately tossed those two old men to the back of his mind.

He directly extended his right hand, smiling, and said: "Miss He, hello—I'm Li Xin of the Red Trust Group; first meeting, truly fateful."

He Qiong extended her hand and shook his; this person's cheek is thick, but… his social etiquette is fine—just a light grip then release, not offensive.

"Mr. Li, hello—I'm He Qiong, executive director of Trust Virtue Real Estate; please look after me in the future."

He Qiong replied.

He Xin looked at Li Xin with a slightly dangerous gaze, wearily waved his hand, and said: "Leave the cooperation to Ah Qiong; go discuss elsewhere—I don't want to see you now, hurry up and leave, don't say goodbye on your way out, I don't have time to see you off—you're free to go."

Li Xin ignored what he said, first shook hands with Liu Bo to say goodbye, then told He Xin: "All right, Uncle He, you're old and your energy can't keep up—I understand; don't put too much pressure on yourself, just hand things over to the young."

No need to see me off—I'm now going to discuss cooperation with Miss He; please stay where you are.

Having said that, he turned and walked away, paying no heed to the curses behind him.

Hmm, hearing his vigorous voice, he could still live decades—truly, good people don't live long, while scourges last a hundred years!

There's no justice at all!

He also wants to become a scourge, after all—at least then he'd live.

After He Qiong and Li Xin left, He Xin's complexion returned to calm, and he asked Liu Bo: "What's your evaluation this time?"

Liu Bo pondered Li Xin's performance, then slowly said: "He's not a hegemon; he trusts his subordinates, isn't overly suspicious, lacks the makings of a hero, and doesn't have that hero's shamelessness.

"Manly Hero," then—killing one is a crime, killing a hundred makes a hero, killing ten thousand makes a hero among heroes.

He doesn't have much killing intent; since his debut he's really not killed many, but his methods can sometimes be more painful than killing.

Guilt — by his current standing, there's basically no talk of any guilt; the police say he's innocent.

This method is indeed usable; giving him the word 'Xiong' is absolutely not excessive.

Bold, thick-skinned, ruthless in his methods, but good to sincere friends — he's a notable figure.

People lacking genuine character live too falsely; this is pretty good.

Not to the point of being heartless and becoming a puppet of power and money.

Quite impressive!