Chapter 869: Talking About Money, How Can You Talk About Feelings?

At the bustling port bidding venue, quite a few foreign groups gathered.

As the Far East Group that hadn't set foot in Panama, Zhang Cheng and the others' sense of presence was absolutely the lowest.

But no one dared to underestimate them. After all, as the president, who could have a higher bounty than Zhang Cheng?

Sitting in his seat, Zhang Cheng crossed his legs, placed his hands crossed in his lap, and said, "Later, no matter how much they bid, our bottom line is always to add ten million US dollars on top!"

"What if it exceeds three billion?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Ming Zhen asked.

"Then keep adding. My trip to Switzerland this time wasn't for nothing!"

Speaking indifferently, the corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth raised a smile.

"Dear guests, dear representatives, good morning everyone. Welcome everyone to come here this time..."

Walking onto the stage, the host took the microphone and said, "The port auctioned this time is the No. 13 container site located on the Banamayunhe. Although the number isn't very auspicious, I believe everyone will definitely..."

"1.2 billion US dollars!"

Before the host could finish his words, Zhang Cheng had already raised the sign in his hand.

"Oh, the Far East Group has already bid. Is there anyone else willing?"

Watching Zhang Cheng interrupt him, the host didn't get angry, but instead introduced it very happily.

"1.3 billion!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in the distance, a tall woman also spoke.

"1.4 billion."

Watching two groups bid one after another, quite a few people also reported their prices one after another.

And accompanied by the price getting higher and higher, a smile also appeared on the host's face.

"2.9 billion US dollars!"

Raising the sign in his hand high again, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile.

The lack of the Li family and the BlackRock Group indeed made the bidding much simpler.

After all, the interests driven by capital have nothing to do with others.

Zhang Cheng taking down the Panama port, although it would cost a lot of money, it didn't matter. This money was robbed anyway, he didn't care!

As for the issue of earning it back, Zhang Cheng hadn't thought about it at all. After all, even if you lease a port, how much can you earn in a year?

But the problem is, without a port on the Banamayunhe, when your country's warships and cargo ships pass through, if they don't allow you to dock, you can't dock!

Therefore, talking about money, how can you talk about feelings?

"The Far East Group has already bid 2.9 billion US dollars. Is there anyone else?"

Looking below, the host's voice couldn't help but become high-pitched at this moment.

Because he also didn't expect that he could see a group at the venue raise a port with a selling price of about 2.3 billion to such a high price.

"2.9 billion for the first time, 2.9 billion for the second time, 2.9 billion for the third time!"

"Bang!"

The hammer fell on the table, and the host shouted loudly, "Congratulations to the Far East Group for taking down the Panama No. 13 Port!"

Accompanied by the host's voice falling, the corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth slowly raised, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Because everything he did was finally worth it now!

BlackRock Group Manager: Yeah, I was gone halfway there!

Li Family: I prepared three billion, but I couldn't come!

Arranging for Ming Zhen to take the lawyer to negotiate the contract, Zhang Cheng was appreciating the winner's settlement at the banquet venue.

However, just at this moment, a figure walked over and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhang!"

"Who are you?"

Looking at the opponent in suspicion, a look of confusion appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

"I am the manager of Cheung Kong Shipping, my surname is Wu, called..."

Just as the man handed out his business card, Zhang Cheng frowned and said, "Speak, what do you want to do?"

"The Far East Group of Mr. Zhang, we at Cheung Kong have also heard of it, but after all, you are not a shipping group. If you want to sell the port in your hand, we at Cheung Kong are willing to increase the price for you, for example, 3 billion, how about that..."

Looking at Zhang Cheng before him, Manager Wu smiled slightly.

"How about 8 billion?"

Facing Manager Wu, Zhang Cheng smiled, his face raising a sneer.

"8 billion? Is Mr. Zhang joking?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Manager Wu's face was full of astonishment.

"Isn't it you who is joking? You want me to sell the port in my hand for 3 billion. Am I that short of money? Or are you saying that Cheung Kong is very poor? To take a port, you need to buy it secondhand!"

Looking at Manager Wu in disbelief, Zhang Cheng teased.

And hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Manager Wu said awkwardly, "Our representative encountered a car accident on the way here, I'm really sorry!"

"I know, because I'm the one who found people to crash into them!"

Patting Manager Wu on the shoulder, Zhang Cheng said with a full face of smiles, "I don't care what you at Cheung Kong want to do, but abroad, what matters is this, do you understand?"

Making a fist-clenching motion, Zhang Cheng clenched his five fingers, his face revealing mockery as he said, "Go back and tell that old coffin board in your family, the things the Far East Group wants have never been obtained by being a dog for others. I will rob!"

Facing Zhang Cheng's face full of disdain, Manager Wu immediately left with a look of fear.

Because he could feel Zhang Cheng's undisguised disgust for Cheung Kong.

Watching Manager Wu leave, light flickered in Zhang Cheng's eyes as he said, "Competing with me, I'll f***ing finish you off together!"

Not long after, when Ming Zhen returned with the contract, a look of confusion appeared on her face as she said, "Who is he, why did he leave!"

"Someone from Cheung Kong Shipping, but I scolded him back!"

Speaking indifferently, Zhang Cheng turned his head and said, "Alright, we should go, we can't stay here too long!"

"Why?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in suspicion, Ming Zhen was surprised.

"You haven't forgotten that I'm wanted, have you?"

Looking at Ming Zhen in shock, Zhang Cheng complained.

Because if he wandered around outside, the CIA would really come to "chat" with him!

After all, Zhang Cheng had never given the White-Headed Eagle face outside. Those gas canisters were almost sold to Africa!

And as long as someone who had used the "Hell Cannon" had never given Zhang Cheng a bad review, because with one shot, let alone the building collapsing, even if Iron Man came, he would have to shout for Superman to save him!

In the black sedan, flipping through the contract, light flickered in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

However, just at this moment, Hearing Dakang said, "Brother Cheng, there are two cars behind us, they've been following us!"

"Don't worry, keep going!"

Looking at the rearview mirror, Zhang Cheng immediately tapped the armrest.

And before a few seconds passed, two cargo trucks rushed out and directly crashed into the following cars.

Accompanied by the car accident, quite a few cars dodged one after another, but what followed was the wailing sound of gunfire.

Listening to the hail of bullets behind him, Hearing Dakang said in a panic, "Brother Cheng, they're fighting!"

"I know, stay calm, stay calm, this is abroad, having a gunfight is very normal!"

Speaking to Hearing Dakang, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but soothe him.

But before he could finish his words, a car that had been blown away slammed heavily onto the ground.

Looking at this scene in disbelief, Hearing Dakang immediately asked, "Is this also normal?"

"It's abroad, normal!"

Speaking indifferently, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but reveal a smile.

Wearing black military coats and gas masks, the Krieg soldiers were currently holding rifles and firing, suppressing the CIA agents.

When both sides fought with real fire, a rocket hit, instantly blowing the cover away.

Looking at the CIA agents lying helter-skelter, a cold expression appeared on Krieg's face as he pulled out the engineer shovel from his waist and stepped forward.

Just as Zhang Cheng said, talking about money, how can you talk about feelings? After all, talking about feelings hurts money!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 870 =====