Chapter 129: Get a hundred consecutive draws just for boarding the ship!

Inside a luxurious manor somewhere in San Francisco,

gentlemen in formal attire were raising their red wine glasses high,

walking in with smiles on their faces. Uther said loudly, "Hey, guys, let me introduce you to our new friend, Zhang! A tycoon from the great ancient Eastern country!"

Hearing Uther's words, many people turned their heads one after another.

And just as they saw Zhang Cheng's rather handsome face clearly, they immediately walked up to greet him.

Raising his wine glass with a smile on his face, Zhang Cheng looked very happy on the surface, but in his heart, he was extremely disdainful.

Because on the other side of the ocean, people without "strength" cannot make friends!

Uther had said a long string of things earlier, but the only key point was two words: "tycoon"!

Coming to a soft sofa on the side and sitting down, Zhang Cheng looked at Uther beside him and said, "I need to have my own company in this city, do you understand? My friend!"

"Rest assured, I will help you! Buddy!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a face full of smiles, Uther laughed.

And just after the two left, Uther, who had come to the carriage, looked at a box, revealed a puzzled expression, and said, "What is this?"

"This was sent by that Mr. Zhang!"

Looking at Uther, the servant hurriedly explained.

"Is that so?"

Walking up curiously, Uther opened the box, but in the next second, he immediately closed it.

Because inside this small box, it was actually filled with gold ingots.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, who was so generous, Uther's smile became even brighter.

Located in the eastern part of San Francisco, inside a manor, candlelight flickered.

Looking at the map in his hand, Zhang Cheng silently rubbed his chin and said, "I have to take the port first, and then I can do the 'cotton gin' business!"

"Why are you holding an entrenching tool?"

Turning his head and looking at the Death Korps soldier beside him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but ask.

Making a throat-slitting gesture, the Death Korps soldier pointed at the location on the map.

"Can you guys be normal for once? The Jianghu isn't about killing and fighting; it's about human relationships and worldly wisdom!"

Spreading his hands helplessly, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but complain.

Putting down the entrenching tool, the Death Korps soldier turned and left with a look of disappointment.

And looking at the other's back, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but pat his forehead and say, "Why do I feel like this group of guys is even more warlike than the ones next door?"

Shadow Soldiers: Slaughter brings the most primitive pleasure!

Death Korps of Krieg: Death will let us offer our glory, and our souls will return to the Golden Throne!

Zhang Cheng: You guy with your hands in your pockets, nine out of ten of your subordinates are abnormal!

Lu Yan:.

Half a month later, in front of a "bankrupt" company building, a magnificent sign was being hung up.

Accompanied by the appearance of the large characters "Far East Group," people standing on both sides offered their compliments one after another.

Walking up, Uther said with a smile, "Congratulations, Zhang!"

"This is thanks to your help, my buddy!"

Looking at Uther with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise his wine glass, and the two seemed to laugh loudly at the same time.

Half a month ago, this company was still operating perfectly well, engaged in port transportation and possessing a large number of porters.

But it just happened to be chosen by Zhang Cheng.

With the help of Uther, Wells Fargo Bank began to pursue the repayment of debts.

And the funds the other party had gathered from other places were seized by "robbers" in the desolate wilderness.

In utter despair, the other party chose to commit suicide by shooting himself.

Considering their many years of cooperation, Uther used his personal connections to help him find a "successor," which was the big boy who was smiling exceptionally brightly at this moment, Zhang Cheng!

Looking at Zhang Cheng and Uther standing together, the "gentlemen" below all knew what was going on, but no one dared to say it!

Because although the headquarters of Wells Fargo Bank was not in San Francisco, if you want to do business, you cannot do without the bank's turnover!

"I have already filled the gap for that money from the bank. Thank you for the small gift!"

Inside the office, Uther looked at Zhang Cheng, a happy smile appearing on his face.

"We are friends, aren't we?"

Looking at Uther, Zhang Cheng stood up, came behind him, and placed his hands on Uther's shoulders, saying, "You have power, and I have money. As long as we two cooperate, we will earn wealth in this crazy place that we won't be able to spend in several lifetimes!" "What do you want to do?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in confusion, Uther spoke with some surprise.

"The South needs a large number of slaves; you should know that better than I do! Buddy!"

Looking at Uther seriously, Zhang Cheng laughed.

"But the problem is, they have their own fleets and might not necessarily buy from us..."

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Uther had clearly changed his "tone," changing from the original "I" to "we"!

This was good news, because once he got on the ship, he would only be pushed forward by Zhang Cheng for the rest of his life!

"Do you think we don't lack slaves here? We need them too. Whether it's gold mines or those railroads, they all need people to build them. You just need to help me handle the relationships above, and I can give you shares..."

Looking at Uther with a face full of temptation, Zhang Cheng smiled.

But after hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Uther frowned and said, "Buddy, I think your pace is too big!"

In San Francisco, Wells Fargo Bank is not the only one in power; the various gold mine owners are not characters to be trifled with!

Seeing Uther unmoved, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Give me a month, and I will bring you a surprise!"

Seeing that Uther did not agree, Zhang Cheng was not panicked, because he was currently relying entirely on empty-handed white-wolf tactics.

Without seeing real benefits, Uther, as the person in charge of Wells Fargo Bank, would not personally enter the fray!

As a force in the early stages of development, Zhang Cheng urgently needed to expand his influence.

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Before having power and wealth, people would only treat him as a clown.

But when he appeared in high society in a suit and leather shoes, people would only call him "Sir"!

And on the other side of the ocean at this time, the theory of bloodline was still very rampant.

Although he didn't need packaging, the "Western masters" believed in this!

Uther: My ancestors were counts!

Zhang Cheng: Count? Then go ask Jesus if he dares to stand in front of me and speak loudly!

Zhang Bairen:

Half a month later,

on the distant land of Africa, a clipper ship was docked at the shore.

Accompanied by the miserable roars coming from afar, natives holding backward weapons appeared.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Cheng said coldly, "Kill the resisters and load all the men onto the ship."

Just as Zhang Cheng finished speaking, the Death Korps soldiers holding Minié rifles immediately began to aim.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Under the neat volley, the natives rushing in the front immediately fell into a pool of blood.

And just at this moment, a spear falling from the sky stuck under Zhang Cheng's feet.

With wide eyes, Zhang Cheng immediately retreated in fear, and then roared, "Give all the slaves a hundred lashes before loading them onto the ship! Damn it, they almost got rid of me!"

But when Zhang Cheng was cursing, the Death Korps soldiers beside him stood calmly in place, completely unaffected.

Turning his head, Zhang Cheng said in astonishment, "I am the Emperor's chosen one! Why don't you protect me! Can you block bullets?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in confusion, the Death Korps soldier shrugged his shoulders, indicating it didn't matter!

After all, for the Death Korps soldiers, death was their greatest contribution to the Emperor!

Covering his face, Zhang Cheng silently ran to the ship and roared, "Whip them to death!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 130 =====