“You don’t understand.” Zhang Tian stubbed out his cigarette, his voice hoarse. “He has a very close relationship with that Jiang Yuhong in Shanghai. This trip is probably not just about investment.”
"Jiang Yuhong?" The middle-aged boss gasped.
That name represents a taboo in the entire Jiangsu and Zhejiang business community.
"Given this relationship, what are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid..." Zhang Tian lowered his voice, his eyes full of worry, "I'm afraid he's not here to make peace with the Jiaxing Gang, but to... overturn the table!"
"It's better to tear it down!" another man sneered. "I've had enough! I'm planning to move the factory by the end of the year. Jinshi or Wenzhou, aren't they better than this? If only the cost weren't so high..."
Before he could finish speaking, everyone fell silent.
at the same time.
The former Pingyang Hotel is now the office of the Jiaxing Chamber of Commerce.
The opulent conference room on the third floor was filled with smoke.
The six bigwigs of the Jiaxing gang were lounging in leather sofas, smoking expensive Cuban cigars.
"What a piece of junk! It smells like horse manure!" A man in overalls named Li Bingyang disgustedly stubbed out his cigar, lit a Pegasus cigarette, and took a satisfying puff. "This is the real deal!"
"Old Li, you're destined to be poor; you're not meant to enjoy happiness," Feng Sanyao mocked.
"I heard that those out-of-towners banded together to pick someone up?" Li Bingyang exhaled a smoke ring and asked disdainfully.
"Picking someone up?" Feng Sanyao sneered. "He said it's a boss from Funing County. Hah, what kind of big boss could possibly come from that poor, remote place like Funing?"
"Don't underestimate it, I heard it's related to Jiang Yuhong in Shanghai."
"Jiang Yuhong is nothing!" shouted a fierce-looking bald man. "If he dares to come to Jiaxing and make a fuss, I'll make him kneel down and get out of here!"
"Alright."
Zhao Shijie, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.
He was wearing a well-tailored suit and looked to be in his early thirties. He had a refined and scholarly air, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.
As soon as he spoke, the entire conference room fell silent.
Zhao Shijie is the absolute core of the Jiaxing gang, not only because he is the richest, but also because his father was once the number two person in Jiaxing City.
He slowly flicked off the ash from his cigarette, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"No matter who comes, they all have the same goal: to stand up for those outsiders."
“Then let’s play along with him.” Feng Sanyao smiled sinisterly. “Jiaxing is in such a mess lately. If he’s not clean, let him stay here forever and fill the Lanjiang River with sand.”
"Old Feng, what era are we living in? Why are you still using such underhanded methods?" Another businessman named Huang Yifan frowned and said, "Cooperation is the only way to achieve a win-win situation."
"Cooperation?" Feng Sanyao scoffed. "The premise is that they have to obey! I get the meat, and they get a sip of soup; they should be grateful!"
Zhao Shijie ignored their argument and looked at Huang Yifan.
"The province is going to hold its first martial arts competition and is currently seeking sponsors. The leaders attach great importance to it. I plan to sponsor 500,000 yuan in the name of the Jiaxing Chamber of Commerce."
He paused, his gaze becoming meaningful.
"Paying money can avert disaster."
"At that time, let that friend from Funing see what the 'rules' of Jiaxing are like."
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