Chapter 93

Half a month later, under the cover of night, a flight landed in Yanbian.

Stepping off the plane, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but exhale a breath of foul air.

"Brother Cheng, what are we here for this time? A vacation?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with curiosity, Wang Hu couldn't help but ask.

"A vacation? Wouldn't I go to Japan to film 'adult videos'? I could even be the lead actor myself!"

Addressing Wang Hu beside him, Zhang Cheng said solemnly, "This time, we are here to buy insurance!"

"Insurance?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in confusion, Wang Hu asked curiously, "Does the insurance here pay out a lot?"

Gasping, Zhang Cheng looked at Wang Hu and said, "Shut up, or I'll let you know how much your own accident insurance can pay out!"

"Oh!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a wronged expression, Wang Hu immediately fell silent.

Seeing that Wang Hu beside him had stopped talking, Zhang Cheng then hailed a taxi and left.

Arriving at the pre-booked five-star hotel, Zhang Cheng took out a document bag and flipped through the materials.

Gazing at the introduction to Changteng Capital on it, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Because the current Far East International Trade—no, it should be called the Far East Group now!

After signing the contract, the Cheng Group and Far East International Trade merged.

Zhang Cheng occupied the top spot with 55% of the equity, the second was Cheng Xiaosang with 40%, the remaining 1% belonged to Wang Hu, and the other 4% was used to incentivize employees!

After completing the initial equity structure, Zhang Cheng planned to seek a listing.

But before the listing, he had to raise his own valuation.

Although the Far East Group's assets were now around 1.3 billion, Zhang Cheng was a man who intended to list on NASDAQ; the books had to be made to look much prettier!

He wanted to first swallow a portion of Green Vine Capital's flesh and blood, then use packaging to earn enough "financing," and finally apply for bankruptcy liquidation.

Zhang Cheng: Some companies, the more you buy, the more you become the major shareholder!

Cheng Jie: No, who did he learn this from?

As the parent company, the Far East Group certainly wouldn't list abroad; this was beyond doubt.

But Zhang Cheng could completely use the Far East Group's subsidiaries to list and rake in money!

Don't worry about the real situation inside the company; when it came to the reports, Zhang Cheng could absolutely make them look very pretty!

As for whether this would affect the Far East Group's "reputation," well, just find a scapegoat. In this day and age, three-legged toads are hard to find, but are two-legged professional CEOs really that hard to come by?

Don't take anyone who isn't from an Ivy League school, and don't take anyone who isn't in business or finance; the main focus is on a shiny surface.

Thinking about how he would be able to take foreign investment in the future and then squander it in large amounts, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but want to laugh, because sometimes, he really admired himself too much!

The next morning, sunlight spilled onto the windowsill.

Getting up from the bed, Zhang Cheng straightened his suit, then pushed open the door and walked out.

Looking at Zhang Cheng before him, Wang Hu asked, "Brother Cheng, breakfast first?"

"Hmm! Let's go eat something first, then go find someone!"

Addressing Wang Hu, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but purse his lips.

Coming to Yanbian this time, he intended to find a few helpers; after all, there were some things that definitely weren't suitable for him to do personally.

Compared to Cheng Jie's unreliability, Zhang Cheng was clearly much smarter.

You can't look for South Asians; those unlucky bastards might be ruthless, but they clearly aren't very smart!

But Yanbian is different; they are also his "compatriots"!

After finishing breakfast, they arrived at a nearby dog market.

Looking at the chaotic scene all around, Wang Hu couldn't help but frown.

And just at this moment, Zhang Cheng silently patrolled, intending to find a suitable target.

"You've been wandering around here for a long time; what are you looking for?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, the manager who walked up asked.

"I want to find a group of people who can help me do things!"

Speaking with a smile on his face, Zhang Cheng took a stack of money out of his pocket and handed it over.

Seeing Zhang Cheng's action, the other party didn't speak, but put the money into his pocket and said, "Follow me!"

Following behind the manager, Zhang Cheng followed the other party to a remote small courtyard.

There were many dog cages here, constantly emitting barking sounds.

Looking at this place, Wang Hu became vigilant.

Because there were many people busy inside, and none of them looked like people to be trifled with.

"Hey, Old Mian, I helped you find a guest!"

Walking up to the thick cotton curtain at the door, the manager shouted.

"Whoosh!"

Lifting the curtain, a man walked out; he looked to be in his forties, with a thick beard and a fierce look in his eyes.

If the Lu Mouren from next door who kept his hands in his pockets were here, he would definitely recognize this as his business partner, the Yanbian God of War, Mian Zhenghe!

"Who is this guy?" Speaking in Korean, Mian Zhenghe asked.

"Someone looking for people to do things!"

Explaining to Mian Zhenghe, the manager showed a look of reassurance.

"Let's talk!"

Signaling for Zhang Cheng to follow him inside, Mian Zhenghe asked.

"No problem!"

Showing a smile, Zhang Cheng wasn't afraid of being double-crossed.

Entering the house, the inside was just like an ordinary Northeast family home.

"Have you eaten?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Mian Zhenghe asked.

"Not yet!"

Gazing at the large bones stewing in the pot, Zhang Cheng also smiled.

"Then let's sit down and eat something together!"

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Inviting Zhang Cheng and Wang Hu, Mian Zhenghe signaled to the people beside him, "Go tell everyone it's time to eat!"

Before long, after everyone came in, they gathered around the table and started eating.

Gnawing on the large bone in his hand, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "The taste is really not bad, much better than those idiots in my restaurant!"

"Is that so? Hahaha!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng praise his culinary skills, Mian Zhenghe couldn't help but feel happy.

Because compared to culinary skills, he seemed to be more adept at "dealing with people"!

After eating and drinking his fill, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but let out a burp and said, "It's been a long time since I've eaten such delicious bones!"

"You're very respectful!"

Gazing at Zhang Cheng before him, Mian Zhenghe smiled.

Because many people, after coming here, would show looks of disgust, as if they were completely out of place.

"When I first came to Shanghai to make my way, I only had five yuan and fifty cents in my pocket; I bought three Northeast meat buns to make it through the first day."

Looking at Mian Zhenghe before him, Zhang Cheng smiled.

Dismissing the people in the room, Mian Zhenghe only kept Zhang Cheng and Wang Hu, then asked, "Speak, what do you want me to do!"

"I came here just to buy an insurance policy; do you understand what I mean?"

Throwing his handbag on the ground, Zhang Cheng slowly pulled it open.

As the brand-new banknotes inside appeared, Mian Zhenghe couldn't help but ask, "Understood!"

"Next, I will notify you by phone! If something goes wrong..."

Looking at Mian Zhenghe, Zhang Cheng had just started speaking when he saw him smile and say, "Nothing will go wrong; even if trouble arises, I'll be the one to solve it!"

"Very good!"

Standing up, Zhang Cheng extended his hand and said, "Zhang Cheng, the 'Cheng' of integrity!"

"Mian Zhenghe, you can call me Old Mian!"

Also extending his hand, Mian Zhenghe looked at Zhang Cheng with considerable appreciation.

After finishing everything, Zhang Cheng took a flight back.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Wang Hu asked, "Brother Cheng, you just left five million like that; what if they..."

"There are no 'what ifs'!"

Looking at Wang Hu with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng raised the corners of his mouth.

Although he didn't find the Mixue Bingcheng F4, he had hired a God of War as a substitute!

Gao Mingyuan: Not necessary! Really not necessary!

Old Mian: I've already taken the money; you have to die regardless!

(End of chapter)