Chapter 1836

"Creak!"

Kong Xingzhong stood up abruptly, his chair bumped by him, the chair legs rubbing against the floor, making a harsh creaking sound.

"You—say that again."

Liu Zhihang repeated it again, and then stopped talking.

Kong Xingzhong's hand was shaking a bit. His first thought was that the Jian family had made a move.

Immediately after, he denied this idea. If the Jian family wanted to protect Future Culture, a single phone call could solve it.

There was absolutely no need to do such a thing as taking off pants to fart, taking such a big detour.

In addition, the Jian family didn't intervene in the cooperation between Future Culture and the Taiwan enterprise; the Ministry of Commerce had been blocking it.

These problems only flashed through Kong Xingzhong's mind for an instant, which also made his somewhat panicked heart stabilize.

"Alright, I know."

Kong Xingzhong put down the phone, sat down slowly, and then picked up a cigarette to light it.

As long as the Jian family didn't intervene, it didn't matter. It was just that this matter was too weird, and he had to figure it out, otherwise he definitely wouldn't be able to sleep well at night.

Thinking this, Kong Xingzhong grabbed the phone and dialed a string of numbers, and the other party answered quickly.

"Who is this!" The voice sounded very young; the other party's age wouldn't be too old.

"President Liu!" Kong Xingzhong's tone carried flattery: "There's a problem with the Future Culture matter."

"What problem?" The other party's tone was a bit displeased.

Kong Xingzhong said cautiously: "Just received news that Future Culture is going to the troops for comfort performances, and the first stop is the General Staff."

"Huh? How come I don't know about this?" Obviously, it was beyond the other party's expectation: "Wait for my news!"

"Doo doo doo..."

The busy signal came from the receiver. Kong Xingzhong put down the phone. Now he was in no mood to read the newspaper or do anything, and could only wait quietly.

After waiting for more than an hour, the phone rang, and Kong Xingzhong reached out and grabbed it quickly.

"President Liu!"

"It's me!" The other party said: "This year is the 45th anniversary of the founding of the country, and July 1st is the birthday of the Party. The leaders of the General Staff thought that the officers and soldiers in the grassroots troops were very hard-working, so they had people contact Future Culture."

"That's not right!" Kong Xingzhong's doubt grew even deeper: "Don't the troops have art troupes? Besides, there are quite a few entertainment companies in Jingcheng, why choose Future Culture?"

The other party laughed: "Because on July 1st, the art troupe is going to the border for comfort performances. As for choosing Future Culture, I estimate it's because their fame and scale are relatively large, and they have many stars."

Kong Xingzhong asked: "Are there appearance fees?"

"Appearance fees?" The other party laughed heartily: "Being able to find them to go to the troops for comfort performances is such a big face, and you still want appearance fees? What are you thinking?"

Kong Xingzhong also laughed, and his heart was completely put back into his stomach.

"As long as the Jian family doesn't intervene, and there are no appearance fees, Future Culture won't be able to hold on for long."

"You can go ahead and do it boldly." The other party gave Kong Xingzhong a reassuring pill: "If the Jian family has any moves, the group will respond. You should get Future Culture into your hands as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and many dreams."

"I understand!" Kong Xingzhong's confidence increased greatly, and he patted his chest to guarantee.

"Alright, then that's it." The other party hung up the phone.

A smile appeared on Kong Xingzhong's face. Pulling Zhongbao in and sharing the cake of Future Culture was the most correct decision he had ever made.

If the two brothers had eaten alone, for this General Staff matter, if he had called President Liu, what he would have gotten in return would definitely not be a reassuring pill, but a scolding.

Xiangjiang!

Located in the Peninsula Hotel on Salisbury Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, inside a luxury suite, sat more than a dozen people, each with a very serious expression on their face.

"How could this happen? What exactly went wrong?"

A young man sat on a chair by the window, full of disbelief.

They were the Zhongbao Group's negotiation team responsible for the acquisition of the Kanghe Group.

Originally, they had already negotiated the acquisition terms with the Kanghe Company, and were to sign the contract at two o'clock this afternoon.

They had already arrived at the venue, but suddenly received a notice that Kanghe had canceled the acquisition cooperation.

This left them completely confused. One had to know that the acquisition negotiation for Kanghe had not only cost a lot of money and energy, but had also lasted for seven months.

"What exactly happened?"

A woman who was dressed fashionably and looked very plump and beautiful was so angry her face turned red.

"How could they have no sense of contract, canceling just like that."

"Chairman Cai, what should we do now?" Another woman wearing glasses looked at a middle-aged man opposite.

Cai Zhenrong had already smoked three cigarettes in a row, and at this moment lit the fourth one.

"We must know why the other party suddenly canceled the acquisition cooperation, so that we can make a targeted response."

Another thin middle-aged man beside him frowned: "The problem is, the other party refuses to communicate, we can't see anyone, and they won't answer the phone. We are currently completely in the dark and don't know anything."

"What kind of thing is this."

The young man pulled his hair hard. One had to know that this acquisition negotiation was related to Zhongbao's listing in Xiangjiang, and also related to their bonuses.

The woman wearing glasses pondered and said: "Could it be that the British government is making trouble behind the scenes?"

"Not excluding this possibility." The thin middle-aged man said: "But the possibility is not high. If they didn't agree to this acquisition, they would have set up various obstacles during the negotiation, and wouldn't have waited until now."

"Then where is the problem?"

The woman wearing glasses had a headache thinking about it, and couldn't figure out where the problem was.

The thin middle-aged man thought for a while: "Since the other party refuses to see us, we can find someone to see if they can help us inquire."

The plump woman said: "We are unfamiliar with the place here, who can we find to help?"

"China Resources!"

The thin middle-aged man's words made everyone feel refreshed.

Right, how could they have forgotten China Resources? They were absolutely deeply rooted in Xiangjiang.

Cai Zhenrong's eyes also lit up. He had really ignored China Resources. Having been in Xiangjiang for more than seven months, he had never been in contact with them.

But this didn't matter. After all, they were both state-owned enterprises, so they should help with this favor.

On the eighth floor of the China Resources Building, China Resources General Manager Jin Hui was looking at a document when the phone on his desk rang.

He didn't look up, but grabbed the phone very accurately: "Hello, this is China Resources Ng Fung Hong, I am Jin Hui."

"President Jin, I am Cai Zhenrong of the Zhongbao Group. I've been in Xiangjiang for more than seven months and have never been over to see you; I'm really ashamed."

At this moment, Jin Hui looked up. He knew about Zhongbao wanting to go public in Xiangjiang and negotiating with Kanghe.

Logically speaking, having mixed in Xiangjiang for so many years, the other party should have contacted him, but he thought wrong. For more than seven months, the other party hadn't even made a phone call.

But now that they called so suddenly, Jin Hui immediately thought that Zhongbao's acquisition of Kanghe might have run into problems.