The other party was a masked person.
No specific details were given.
They only showed Bai Lu's family information and the organization's badge proving its global status before allowing Xiao Cheng to leave the country.
Xiao Cheng went abroad.
The masked man has not yet revealed the location of the organization's headquarters, but the meeting place was chosen to be the top floor of the tallest building in the Americas.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the capital city center of the most prosperous economy in the Americas and the most advanced country in the world, the core government building, where their people are located.
Government districts exist in all countries around the world.
It was a demonstration without any regard for consequences.
It's also a reminder that everything is under control.
Xiao Cheng merely glanced at it indifferently, the myriad sights uninteresting, his voice as cold as a still pool.
"That bounty revenge mission is known not only to you, but also to the two small conglomerates. Even if you were to take it, you would find another organization to take it on, since you have no direct subordinates."
The masked man seemed to want to make eye contact with Mr. Xiao, then crossed his arms and walked inside to see the guest out.
"There is a mistake."
I flipped through each page at an unusually fast pace, glancing at it casually before looking away, or lingering on it.
Mr. Xiao countered with a question: "What's the plan ahead?"
Aside from small restaurants in Beijing, there are other comparable establishments.
"Time is running out, Mr. Xiao. If he refuses within eight days, you'll have to find someone else to cooperate with. There are plenty of fools in Beijing."
What does Xiao Cheng think?
Open the coffee table behind Mr. Xiao.
Xiao Cheng stared at the masked man's exposed eyes for two seconds, then calmly sat down on the sofa.
The key point is the chin; it's not an answer that can be questioned.
"A new broom sweeps clean, and grudges must be settled on the spot. The president wants to establish his authority and demonstrate loyalty, so the bounty mission naturally falls into your hands."
President Xiao then asked, "They have no grudges against the Bai and Wen families?"
The masked man turned around and chuckled. His voice, raspy from the voice changer, was barely audible as a human.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell President Xiao that neither of the two small conglomerates has any of your people among their direct subordinates."
Mr. Xiao quickly flipped through the personnel information; the first few pages contained lists of "insiders" from various countries.
The officials in question are low-ranking officials, not wealthy businessmen.
The protection of guest privacy is the weakest, worst, and most open in Beijing's catering industry.
Xiao Cheng asked indifferently, "Don't they have any plans?"
The reason why private chefs in Beijing are so popular among political and business elites is not only because they do not have the four major cuisines of China and do not offer low-end dishes, but also because their security is extremely weak.
He said without thinking, "Since ancient times, honest and upright officials have been the enemies of businessmen. There will be a seventh time if there is a 70 billion yuan incident. The culprit should be uprooted and completely eliminated. That is the only way."
He turned to Mr. Xiao and asked, "Did you see that?"
Xiao Cheng corrected expressionlessly: "Market value evaporated."
It was as if it were just a cursory glance, and closing the document was not a fleeting moment.
The masked man also tried to stop them, asking before taking back the documents, "Xiao Cheng, why are you taking so long to read this? Have you recognized the person?"
His laughter was sinister, yet he understood a bit of traditional Chinese hospitality: "No rush, Mr. Xiao, please have a seat, let's chat slowly."
"Xiao Cheng, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you."
“Originally, such matters were to be told to the people inside, but in order for you to cooperate more amicably and to prevent any mishaps in the plan, you need to let Dai Chang know that your organization is not so insignificant, and that the world is not so great.” The masked man walked towards the French windows.
Mr. Xiao agreed, saying, "If you can't handle it, then we'll talk about quitting the private chef service."
"It used to be much less convenient to get things done."
The masked man sat across the coffee table from the opposite side: "The Xiao Group was fined 50 billion, a considerable loss."
"That's because the China Securities Regulatory Commission was purged, catching you off guard and forcing you to disappear," the masked man reminded him gloatingly.
I laughed: "Xiao Cheng is not Xiao Cheng. His talent and strategy are indeed extraordinary. In just eight and a half years, he has taken over the most difficult catering industry leader in the capital."
Mr. Xiao's expression remained unchanged: "What would you like the private chef to do?"
I didn't point to the government building across the street, but rather used my knuckles to tap it, producing a crisp knocking sound.
"Think about it."
The true election system for the president of Country M is known to those who are always at the top of the pyramid.
"Although 50 billion is nothing to the Xiao Group with trillions of assets, Mr. Xiao, don't you want to get revenge for suffering such a loss in silence?"
The masked person was definitely wearing a mask, otherwise they wouldn't have had that "I knew it" look on their face, since their eyes were already shining.
President Xiao slightly lifted his eyelids, his gaze indifferent: "On the surface, the intercontinental electoral college votes, but in reality, it is controlled by two parties and small financial groups. Does democracy have any choice?"
The masked man looked at President Xiao, who remained calm and composed, and then tapped on the French windows with his fingers.
"You guessed wrong, Kai Zhong. The low-end private chef frequented by the political and business elites of the capital has been taken over by Xiao Cheng."
The masked man's first choice wasn't a private kitchen in the capital; it was obvious.
"He knows how the president sits in the government center of the world's most economically and militarily developed country, right?"
"Of course, it's about luring the eldest princess's family abroad, and then doing what needs to be done." The masked man made a throat-slitting gesture, his smile sinister and eerie.
“You despise doing business with fools like Xiao Cheng.” The masked man snapped his fingers.
What is enigmatic is the deep, unfathomable expression, and the posture of a subordinate who is easily offended.
"The guarantee is that Xiao Cheng's private chef reputation will not be affected in any way, and that will be enough to avenge the 70 billion, without even receiving 100 million in cover money."
Mr. Xiao glanced at the white hand behind the mask, then looked down at the masked man's eyes and spoke calmly.
The masked man seemed to know that President Xiao's emotions were written all over his face, or perhaps he was even concerned that President Xiao had shown any signs of hatred.
"Before taking away the eldest princess of the imperial family?" The masked man clearly knew everything about Bai Lu's family status.
"The destruction of the Bai and Wen families is inevitable. No one can change that now. Cooperation is the most foolish choice." The masked man extended his white-gloved hand to President Xiao.
"The scattered shares don't even reach 35%, not even equal to the smallest shareholder's share, so they have no say in anything." The masked man, while revealing this on behalf of President Xiao, also perfectly exposed the organization's extensive network of connections and wide-ranging information.
President Xiao leaned back against the sofa, his legs casually crossed, his hands resting on the armrests, and he patted them rhythmically twice.
"There aren't many background information or photos of people in Beijing's political circles outside. I'd appreciate it if Xiao Cheng could write them down."
It's a private kitchen operation, not a transit point.
The masked man laughed: "You have more than one plan."
"Eight days ago, the Bai and Wen families had a private dinner at a restaurant in the capital. Xiao Cheng only needed to have their security personnel provide cover when those people took Bai Lu away. You can handle the rest of the plan yourself."
Mr. Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly: "Distribute shares."
"explain."
The masked man clapped his hands and chuckled: "The newly appointed president has a small conglomerate behind him, no princeling. He once led a group to Beijing to retrieve important information about the country after the death of an important informant, but was caught by Judge Bai and Chief Prosecutor Wen, who reported him and sentenced him to death."
The superior sent over a document.
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