Chapter 223

Citibank, managing director's office,

After things were cleared away, Michael Sandberg sat on a separate sofa and said, "Lawrence, you've gone too far this time, do you know that?"

Looking at Lawrence, Michael Sandberg said this, but his gaze remained fixed on Zhang Cheng's direction.

Because he felt that Zhang Cheng shouldn't have joined Citibank's camp; he should have leaned toward him. Had he not been generous enough to Chinese merchants?

And Zhang Cheng was fortunate not to know Michael Sandberg's thoughts, otherwise he would definitely have chosen to play a game of chess with him.

After all, who was the master of HSBC? Could Zhang Cheng not be clear about that?

Like Li Xiangjiao, earning money from his own people but using it to invest in Great Britain? How crazy would Zhang Cheng have to be to do that!

Don't forget, although he was called "Crazy Cheng," he wasn't crazy at all!

Although Citibank had no human touch, cooperation between the two sides was all about mutual interests.

Even if they stabbed each other in the back in the future, Zhang Cheng wouldn't feel there was any problem!

Zhang Cheng: I talk to you about money, and you talk to me about feelings? You damn well want to cheat me out of my money and my feelings too?

Michael Sandberg: Has his brain always been this clear?

Lawrence: He's exceptionally sharp when talking about money!

"Michael, everyone is just doing business, it's nothing!"

Looking at Michael Sandberg with a face full of smiles, Lawrence also spoke in fluent Cantonese.

And watching the two of them speaking Cantonese, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but cover his mouth to suppress a laugh.

"Tang, what are you laughing at?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in confusion, Lawrence asked.

"I thought about my neighbor's wife giving birth, and I felt especially happy!"

Explaining with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders.

And after hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Lawrence and Michael Sandberg both fell silent, because what did that have to do with him? Why was he laughing so happily!

"Tang, can we talk about your thoughts on Hutchison Whampoa?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Michael Sandberg turned his gaze toward him.

"It can make money, can't it?"

Raising his eyebrows, Zhang Cheng took out a cigar and began to toast it slowly.

Hearing Zhang Cheng say this, Michael Sandberg frowned and said, "Do you have any conflict with Li?"

"No, how could there be a conflict? I just simply think highly of Hutchison Whampoa!"

Explaining with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Because in Michael Sandberg's heart, he was like the person cutting the cake, and everyone was doing things according to his plan!

Li Xiangjiao got Hutchison Whampoa, and shipping tycoon Bao borrowed two billion from HSBC to get the wharf...

Watching this group of people eat the cake, how could Zhang Cheng not be jealous?

If it were just shipping tycoon Bao, Zhang Cheng definitely wouldn't dare to say a word, after all, the man had done real work.

But Li Xiangjiao—Zhang Mouren couldn't agree with him.

Look at the things he did: earning money domestically to invest abroad, and even playing the game of hoarding goods to drive up prices, crazily inflating housing prices.

As for the common area allocation, that really wasn't his doing, because as early as the fifties, it had already become popular on Hong Kong Island!

But he was the first person to bring the common area allocation to the mainland!

"But your approach has clearly harmed Hutchison Whampoa!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng seriously, Michael Sandberg became stern.

"Is that so? Then I really don't know! After all, I'm just an idle person with a 'little bit' of money!"

Looking at Michael Sandberg with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng turned his head and said, "Lawrence, how much capital do I have in Citibank again?"

"Should be three billion, right?"

Looking at Michael Sandberg before him, Lawrence also couldn't help but smile.

Hearing the question and answer between the two, Michael Sandberg knew that stopping the other party from entering the market was already impossible.

Because excluding Lawrence's help, Zhang Cheng was also a master of capital!

However, looking at Zhang Cheng, Michael Sandberg became suspicious, because where did the other party's money actually come from?

Could he be a representative of a foreign financial group?

"If HSBC wants the shares in your hands, is there anything we can talk about?"

Clasping his hands together, Michael Sandberg looked at Zhang Cheng and asked.

"I want Chinese Estates!"

Looking at Michael Sandberg before him, Zhang Cheng smiled.

"You want Chinese Estates?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in surprise, Michael Sandberg knew this was the condition the other party had set.

And Chinese Estates was an old listed company; its shares were currently very sluggish and lacked its future glory.

But Zhang Cheng knew that the most important thing in Chinese Estates' hands wasn't the shares, but those properties!

"You help me negotiate this matter with the Feng family and the Li family, and I will never launch another attack on Hutchison Whampoa. Otherwise, I will spare no cost to take over the board of directors!"

Looking at Michael Sandberg before him, Zhang Cheng knew that with Citibank's support, the other party couldn't exert pressure through the Securities Commission, which was why they chose to come and talk proactively.

"I will contact them as soon as possible!"

Standing up to leave, Michael Sandberg turned and walked toward the outside. Watching Michael Sandberg leave, Lawrence asked in confusion, "You have ideas about Chinese Estates? But that group's stock..."

"What I want are the properties and property rights, Lawrence; you wouldn't understand!"

Looking at Lawrence with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng explained.

"Then what should be done about this money of yours? Do you need me to help you operate it?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Lawrence asked.

"I want to buy real estate in Causeway Bay, but not now!"

Looking at Lawrence, Zhang Cheng planned to wait until half a year later to start a massive slaughter.

Because once the Iron Lady took a tumble, those banana people would have to flee!

If he didn't buy at the bottom at this time, was Zhang Cheng waiting for housing prices to rise again before buying?

"Tang, I know you are a person with long-term vision, but don't underestimate Michael Sandberg; he is not simple!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Lawrence warned him.

"Rest assured, Lawrence, I won't underestimate anyone!"

Speaking with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

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After two "resource integrations," Zhang Cheng could be said to be standing on the same starting line as everyone else.

It's just that the other party had Michael Sandberg's backing, allowing them to gather greater strength!

Half a month later, The Peninsula Hotel,

Zhang Cheng saw Michael Sandberg again, but beside him was Li Xiangjiao.

Looking at the young Zhang Cheng before him, Li Xiangjiao couldn't help but smile: "Seeing that Mr. Zhang is so capable at such a young age, I am truly ashamed!"

"What are you saying, Mr. Li is the senior!"

Looking at Li Xiangjiao with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with light.

Because he knew that the other party bowing his head this time was just because he had happened to stab him in the kidney.

If he were to have trouble one day, the other party would definitely strike to kill!

"We have already negotiated the contract; each share will be sold at six yuan!"

Taking out a document, Michael Sandberg handed it to Zhang Cheng.

Looking at the contract, his second uncle Zhang John examined it carefully and then handed it over, saying, "No problem, Cheng-zai!"

"Happy cooperation!"

Signing his name, Zhang Cheng looked at Lawrence beside him and said, "Sorry to trouble you this time, Mr. Lawrence!"

"You're welcome, Tang, we are partners, aren't we?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a face full of smiles, Lawrence was also very happy, because he had finally seen Michael Sandberg suffer a loss!

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Li Xiangjiao stood up and said, "The road is long; let's have a chance to cooperate together next time!"

"Alright, let's cooperate together!"

Shaking hands with Li Xiangjiao, Zhang Cheng watched the other party leave and couldn't help but grin: "A dog that bites really doesn't bark!"

"Cheng-zai, we hid this hand, won't it be discovered?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhang John asked.

"Second Uncle, Refusing Refusing Gang Sheng and I aren't married; who would know that six percent of the shares are in her hands!"

With a smile on his lips, although Zhang Cheng had agreed not to acquire Hutchison Whampoa anymore, he didn't say that Refusing Refusing Gang Sheng couldn't!

Now he owned a total of seventeen percent of Hutchison Whampoa, eleven of which were in Zhang Cheng's hands—that was on the surface!

And the remaining six percent were with Refusing Refusing Gang Sheng, just to stab him in the back one day!

Zhang Cheng: Surprised? Unexpected? You sent me this money yourself!

Li Xiangjiao: You little bastard, you don't play by the rules!

Michael Sandberg: Lawrence, I'll kill you!

Lawrence: Give me some face, harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth!

(End of chapter)