Chapter 270 Pason, Don't Force Me

He truly never expected that in his lifetime he would hear from his good older brother about cooperating with him.

That's actually quite interesting.

“Yes.” Song Cha certainly heard the blatant doubt in his words.

“I’ve been looking to expand my business recently, so I went to see Birkin a while ago.”

As Song Cha spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the person opposite him.

There was a searching look in his eyes, but it seemed to be more than just searching.

He was testing whether Fu Yungui knew about his recent meeting with Bai Jin. Given his abilities and the way he obtained the information, it was impossible for him not to know.

In particular, he and Birkin had a collaborative relationship.

Then Bai Jin would definitely tell Fu Yungui about his visit to his younger brother in order to please him.

So he was also indirectly revealing his actions to show his sincerity.

The man curled his lips into a smile, unconcerned. "So what?"

"So I thought that this time, my brothers and I could work together."

"Take over all of Wenlai's previous markets."

"This also expands our family's business."

"If we join forces, we will definitely make this industry bigger and stronger."

"At that time, the whole of Asia, and even Europe, may be our domain."

After excitedly recounting his grand plan, Song Cha waited for Fu Yungui to speak.

The person on the opposite sofa remained silent, as if they hadn't heard a thing.

Although Song Cha showed no sign of panic on the surface, he was still uncertain and couldn't keep his composure at all.

He looked up and gazed across the room, only to find himself staring directly into the man's eyes. He froze, inexplicably feeling a bit nervous.

Fu Yungui was smoking an unlit cigarette, staring straight at him with a faint smile on his face. His provocative gaze made Song Cha feel uneasy.

“Pasong, you can speak your mind.”

"This is just my initial idea, so I've asked you to come here today to discuss it."

"Let's discuss the specific plans together."

"I am truly sincere in wanting to cooperate with you."

The man took the cigarette and held it between his fingers, leaning back and looking at him with a flippant and disdainful tone, "My dear brother, is this a collaboration?"

"Are they sending their younger brother to the Western Paradise?"

Upon hearing this, Songcha's expression changed, and he immediately explained without hesitation, "Pasong, I never thought of that at all."

"Never thought about it?" The man scoffed. "Everyone in Myanmar knows what Wen Lai did before, don't you?"

Song Cha was taken aback; of course he knew that.

If he hadn't known, he wouldn't have done it.

“Pasong, there are just too many people in Myanmar who are involved in the drug trade. The profits are huge, and it’s impossible for anyone not to be tempted.”

“When Wenlai was alive, it occupied almost half of the market and earned in one year what others could only earn in three to five years.”

“Now that he’s dead and his adopted son isn’t here either, this is a perfect opportunity.”

"As for the risks, they are indeed greater than those of other businesses, but risky ventures are always very profitable."

"We just need to be careful."

"After all, so many people are doing this, it won't make a difference if one more of us does."

Song Cha patiently explained to him that he knew his younger brother well; ever since returning from the military region, making money in business had been his top priority.

He didn't believe that he could remain unmoved by such a large, lucrative piece of meat placed in front of him.

The profits from this are much higher than what he makes from selling weapons.

Whoever grabs this piece of meat first gets to keep it.

But what puzzled him was that his younger brother was always fearless; there was nothing he wouldn't dare to do if he wanted to.

Why are you so worried about this now?

I don't know if they're unwilling to cooperate with me, or if they're genuinely afraid, but they're being so hesitant and indecisive.

The man listened to his continuous words and knew he had been thinking about it for a long time, so he couldn't help but smile.

"It seems you don't take your father's words seriously at all."

"What, you don't want to be a good son anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Song Cha suddenly stopped.

Could it be that his hesitation stems from his father's instructions?

That's impossible. When has he ever respected his father, let alone spoken to him?

Aside from driving him half to death, I've never seen him happy.

How could he possibly listen to his father's instructions?

And it was a piece of advice given many years ago, so long ago that he could hardly remember when it was given.

However, since he brought it up suddenly, he must have had a purpose.

Songcha's expression darkened slightly. "Pasong, I know what my father told me, but we can keep this from him. That's why I asked you to meet me outside."

“My father is getting old, and he’s not as brave as he used to be. He thinks about many things too much.”

"But we have a long future ahead of us, so of course we should take a long-term view."

The man raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Long-term?"

"You have a long-term vision; you probably even foresaw how you would die."

"Big brother is indeed worthy of being called big brother."

Hearing his disdainful and contemptuous tone, Song Cha's face suddenly darkened, but she still had to convince herself to suppress her anger.

"Since you've thought it through so clearly, then do as you wish."

"You can definitely do it yourself, why would you need anyone else's help?"

As the man spoke, he unconsciously got up from the sofa.

"I'll go back and choose a burial plot for you."

"Don't worry, I won't ask you for money, but I'll definitely give you a comfortable place."

"So that you can die in peace."

"you……"

Song Cha immediately got up from the sofa.

"Pasong, is it really necessary to say such harsh things?"

"I'm here today to discuss this with you."

"I didn't come here to listen to you insult me."

The man stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking at his ashen face, and said slowly with a slight smile, "Did I insult you?"

"Look at him, he's half-buried in the ground, and he still can't stand the truth."

"You're so emotionally fragile."

Song Cha suppressed his raging anger.

"Name your conditions."

Even now, I still think it's because the conditions weren't met; it's hopeless.

Anu and Sawa, standing behind, couldn't help but shake their heads.

Fu Yungui ignored him, put on his sunglasses, and walked outside.

"Pasong, don't force me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the men behind Song Cha raised their guns and pointed them at the people at the door.

In an instant, Anu and Sawa also raised their guns.

The next second, a large group of armed men poured out of the doorway, blocking the road completely as if they were prepared.

Behind his sunglasses, the man glanced at the doorway with amusement before turning away.