Chapter 93: Hey! Yanbian!

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

Getting off the plane, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but spit out a turbid breath.

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

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

"If it's tourism? Wouldn't I go to the foot of the chicken to film 'love action movies'? I could even be the protagonist myself!"

Speaking to Wang Hu beside him, Zhang Cheng said seriously: "This time we are here to buy insurance!"

"Insurance?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in confusion, Wang Hu asked curiously: "Does the insurance here pay more?"

Gasping for air, Zhang Cheng looked at Wang Hu: "Shut up, otherwise I'll let you know how much your accident insurance can pay!"

"Oh!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng aggrievedly, Wang Hu fell silent immediately.

Looking at Wang Hu beside him not speaking, Zhang Cheng hailed a taxi and left.

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

Looking at the introduction about Changteng Capital on it, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but squint his eyes.

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

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

Zhang Cheng occupied the first place with 55% of the shares, the second was Cheng Xiaosang's 40%, the remaining 1% was Wang Hu's, and the remaining 4% was used to motivate employees!

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

But before listing, he must raise his net worth.

Although the assets of Far East Group now have nearly 1.3 billion, Zhang Cheng is a man who plans to list on NASDAQ, so the accounts must be made more beautiful! [93-2

He wanted to first swallow a portion of the flesh and blood of Green Vine Capital, then use packaging to earn enough "financing," and finally file 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 go public abroad; this was beyond doubt.

But Zhang Cheng could completely utilize the Far East Group's subsidiaries to go public and rake in money!

Never mind what the real situation inside the company is like, but when it comes to the reports, Zhang Cheng could absolutely make them look very beautiful!

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

If they aren't from the Ivy League, he doesn't want them; if they aren't in business or finance, he doesn't want them either. The main focus is on a shiny exterior.

Thinking of 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 the door open and walked out.

Looking at Zhang Cheng before him, Wang Hu spoke up, "Brother Cheng, shall we eat breakfast first?"

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

Speaking to 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, some things were certainly not suitable for him to do personally.

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

He couldn't look for South Asians; those unlucky things, while ruthless, were clearly not very smart!

But Yanbian was different; they were his "compatriots" too!

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 began to patrol silently, 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 do things for me!"

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

Watching Zhang Cheng's actions, the other party didn't speak, but instead took the money into his pocket and said, "Follow me!"

Following behind the manager, Zhang Cheng followed him 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 quite a few people busy inside, and none of them looked like someone to be trifled with.

"Hey, Old Mian, I've found a customer for you!"

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

"Clatter!"

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

If the Mr. Lu who was standing next door with his hands in his pockets were here, he would definitely recognize this as his business partner, the God of War of Yanbian, Mian Zhenghe!

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

"Looking for people to do things!"

Explaining to Mian Zhenghe, the manager showed a reassured expression.

"Let's talk!"

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

"No problem!"

Showing a smile, Zhang Cheng was not afraid of being double-crossed.

Entering the room, it looked just like an ordinary Northeast household inside.

"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 around 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 cooking, Mian Zhenghe couldn't help but feel happy.

Because compared to cooking, he seemed to be more skilled at "dealing with people"!

After eating and drinking his fill, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but let out a burp and say, "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 expressions of disgust, as if they felt 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 just to survive the first day."

Looking at Mian Zhenghe before him, Zhang Cheng smiled.

Dismissing the people in the room, Mian Zhenghe left only 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 briefcase 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 his sentence when he saw him smile and say, "Nothing will happen. Even if trouble arises, I will be the one to solve it!"

"Very good!"

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

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

Also reaching out 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 spoke up, "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 to that extent! Really not to that extent!

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