Chapter 64

Magic City, Pudong,

In a warehouse,

Zhang Cheng was holding a phone, speaking fluent English.

Standing beside Zhang Cheng, Wang Hu's face was full of confusion.

Because he never expected that his Brother Cheng had really drunk "foreign ink"—he could even speak "foreign language."

Didn't he say he didn't study much?

Zhang Cheng: I said I didn't study much because I'm full of martial ethics!

Wang Hu: Isn't that just having no brain?

Situ Yaozu: Hey, you noticed?

Just as Wang Hu fell into deep confusion, Zhang Cheng beside him hung up the phone and said, "Damn it, I'm selling a pair of shoes for sixty dollars, how am I supposed to make money!"

"What the hell? This thing is sixty dollars?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Wang Hu was already dumbfounded.

"Don't you know about exporting for domestic sale?"

Looking at Wang Hu with disdain, Zhang Cheng picked up the sneakers and said, "See the logo on this? Air Jordan, a brand, designed by Michael Jordan, as famous as Benetton!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, Wang Hu was stunned on the spot and said, "Brother Cheng, isn't this what we just bought wholesale for fifteen yuan?"

Turning his head, Zhang Cheng looked at Wang Hu and said, "If you don't say it, and I don't say it, who would know this is wholesale goods?"

"Doesn't the person on the other end of the phone know?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in confusion, Wang Hu was surprised.

"Nonsense, of course he knows, otherwise a pair of Air Jordans..."

Speaking with disdain, Zhang Cheng rubbed his chin and said, "Help me find a few factories that make handbags later!"

"Brother Cheng, are we doing gray market goods? Will we get caught!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in confusion, Wang Hu became somewhat worried.

"What are you afraid of? We have invoices, this is a legitimate business!"

Glancing at Wang Hu beside him, Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows.

Is it wrong for him to like buying gray market goods? Is there any rule that says you can't mail gray market goods to friends abroad?

Besides, he, Zhang Mou, pays taxes. Even if Jesus came, he couldn't stop his "Weima Ye"!

Looking at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, Wang Hu was dumbfounded.

Because in the eighties, people used speedboats on the sea to deliver "Double Lion Stepping on the Earth," but now, the times had changed; Brother Cheng was leading them in international trade!

"Brother Cheng, how much money do you think we can make with this three hundred thousand?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with excitement, Wang Hu couldn't help but be thrilled.

"There should be..."

Rubbing his chin, Zhang Cheng began to ponder.

"Ah, so profitable?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Wang Hu was already completely dumbfounded.

But in the next second, Wang Hu was stunned and said, "Brother Cheng, what if the other side doesn't pay?"

"Doesn't pay? Isn't that perfect? I'll rob them too!"

Explaining with a laugh, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but slap his thigh and say, "Tsk tsk tsk, double happiness!"

Twitching his lips at Zhang Cheng, Wang Hu suddenly realized that if the other side didn't pay, this guy would probably run over there himself.

Zhang Cheng: I dared to not pay when I was smuggling back then, and he dares to double-cross me?

Inside a silver Volkswagen sedan,

Wang Hu handed over a cigarette and said, "Brother Cheng, since this business is so profitable, do we still need to continue founding our company?"

"Nonsense, of course we continue. If we don't make it big and strong, how can we create brilliance again!"

Looking at Wang Hu beside him, Zhang Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Change the company name to Far East International Trade! We'll talk about the registered capital after this money arrives!"

After hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Wang Hu asked curiously, "Brother Cheng, we already have the routes, why do we still need to start a company?"

"If you don't start a company, use invoices, and pay taxes, are you trying to commit treason? We are businessmen, not bandits!"

Looking at Wang Hu in front of him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but roar.

Of course he knew that not starting a company would earn more money, but the problem was that this money belonged to the "shadows"!

Paying taxes is something that no Chinese person in the Far East can refuse.

Just like the famous micro-enterprise, tobacco—if you don't smoke and I don't smoke, who will repair the aircraft carrier? If you quit smoking and I quit smoking, how will the missiles fly into the sky?

In his lifetime, he, Zhang Mou, only wanted to see his small, obscure county support a nuclear-powered aerospace carrier. As for starships, he didn't want them!

Could such a small dream not be satisfied?

Wang Hu: Brother Cheng, what kind of crazy talk is that?

Zhang Cheng: What's the difference between a person without a dream and a salted fish!

"Let's go, go buy some clothes. We'll be doing business with foreigners in the future, we can't dress so casually anymore!"

Speaking indifferently, Zhang Cheng smoothed his hair.

Sure enough, the modern era suited him better; the long hair of ancient times was simply too hard to manage!

Inside a shopping mall, Zhang Cheng wandered around for a long time before finally choosing a black suit.

Looking at Zhang Cheng in a white shirt and a black patterned tie, Wang Hu was stunned on the spot.

Because Zhang Cheng in casual clothes could only be considered a person with a sense of oppression, but after changing into a suit, the intimidation factor was maxed out!

"Brother Cheng!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng walk over, Wang Hu and the others who stood up nodded quickly.

"Hmm! That's it!"

Speaking indifferently, Zhang Cheng stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his cuffs, saying, "Not bad!"

Twitching their lips at Zhang Cheng, Wang Hu and the others didn't know what to say.

Because if Zhang Cheng walked out looking like this, people who didn't know better would think he was some kind of "suit-wearing thug"!

"Beep, beep, beep!"

The phone rang.

Picking up the phone, Zhang Cheng looked at the number and said, "Hello, cousin, what's up?"

"Cousin, you remember Lü Fumeng, right?"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Yu Huanshui asked.

"Remember, the guy who was beaten into a grandson in the hotel lobby a couple of days ago, right!"

Explaining with a laugh, Zhang Cheng still remembered Lü Fumeng's two faces.

Before the patrol officers arrived, he was really being hammered on the ground, wailing and rolling around, but then he stood tall!

"He owes me one hundred and thirty thousand. I want this money back, but I..."

Just as Yu Huanshui finished explaining the ins and outs, Zhang Cheng quickly interrupted, "Fine, I know. Don't say any more, I'll handle this matter. I guarantee I won't hurt the friendship between you two!"

"Really?"

After hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Yu Huanshui was stunned.

Because he didn't expect that his cousin could be so "gentle."

But what Yu Huanshui didn't expect was that Zhang Cheng's "won't hurt" meant that Lü Fumeng would never dare to contact him again!

With a cigarette in his hand, walking out of the mall,

Zhang Cheng's tall figure and oppressive aura immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Hey, look, that guy is so handsome!"

"Is he a celebrity! Such a good figure!"

"Celebrity? I feel like he's more like a corporate tycoon!"

Just as Zhang Cheng got into the silver Volkswagen and left, many people looked over.

"Brother Cheng, look, so many people are pointing at you!"

Looking at the rearview mirror with a smile, Wang Hu raised his eyebrows.

After hearing Wang Hu's words, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but roll his eyes and say, "Idiot, is pointing at someone a good thing?"

"Then what should I say?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in confusion, Wang Hu felt at a loss for words.

"You should say I'm the center of attention, heroic and extraordinary, the Magic City's John Lone!"

Speaking to Wang Hu, Zhang Cheng complained.

But after hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Wang Hu muttered, "But you're not as handsome as John Lone!"

"Hmm?"

Raising his eyebrows, Zhang Cheng became serious instantly.