Li Bingyang's complaints were not unfounded.
Since the establishment of the Jiaxing gang, Zhao Shijie has been taking money from their pockets under various pretexts.
Although they provided "protection," human nature is like that, and after a while, resentment naturally arises.
Feng Sanyao's plump body swayed to the music, and he glanced sideways at Li Bingyang, whose face was full of resentment.
"Old Li, you can't say that. Shijie took the money, but it didn't go into his own pocket."
Huang Pinyu chimed in from the side, but his eyes darted between the two of them.
He has already surrendered to Zhang Cheng, but businessmen are best at hedging their bets.
As long as former Party Secretary Zhao Tianyang remains in power, he won't openly break ties with Zhao Shijie. Naturally, he'll keep that evidence to himself for now.
"Old Li, Brother Jie will be here soon, so you'd better watch what you say."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the private room was pushed open, and Zhao Shijie, dressed in a black suit, walked in.
The music suddenly stopped.
The dozen or so bosses in the private room stood up in unison and greeted each other.
With a broad smile, Zhao Shijie greeted everyone and sat down next to Huang Pinyu.
Huang Pinyu handed over a cigarette and lit it himself: "Brother Jie, you called us so late, is something important?"
“There is something I need to do.” Zhao Shijie took a breath and looked around at everyone. “I’m about to go abroad.”
Tonight, I wanted to ask everyone: who's interested in taking over the business I'm currently involved in?
One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
Everyone's expression changed drastically.
Feng Sanyao was the first to react, as his business depended heavily on Zhao Shijie: "Brother Jie, why so suddenly? Why are you going abroad all of a sudden?"
"It's not entirely sudden." Zhao Shijie shifted into a more comfortable position, meeting the surprised and questioning gazes of the crowd.
"I wanted to leave a few years ago, but the tense international situation delayed me. Now the road is open, and most importantly, I've made enough money."
Huang Pinyu lowered his eyes, staring at the amber-colored liquid in his glass, his mind clear.
They're about to run away.
Li Bingyang, a pure businessman, immediately sensed an opportunity, and his previous resentment vanished.
"Brother Jie, it's just after the New Year, and everyone's invested their spare cash. If you sell now, the price might be..."
Zhao Shijie's gaze fell on his face, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"Old Li, I believe about 70% of what others say about not having money. But you?"
Last year, I made over a million yuan just trading treasury bonds. Who in Jiaxing doesn't know you're the "cash king"? (Just another excuse.)
Li Bingyang was a little embarrassed, so he rubbed his hands together and gave a dry laugh.
"It's because I invested in treasury bonds last year that I'm short on cash. You know me, Brother Jie, I can't stay idle; I want to spend any money I have..."
Zhao Shijie smiled without saying a word, just watching him until Li Bingyang gave up and shrugged helplessly.
Feng Sanyao couldn't sit still any longer. He slapped his thigh, cigar ash falling all over himself: "Brother Jie, sell all the business?"
"That's right."
"Sell me that steel rebar factory!"
“Okay.” Zhao Shijie nodded, “but you can’t set the price like Lao Li did.”
"Of course not!" Feng Sanyao beamed with joy.
Jiaxing Steel Bar Factory, originally a state-owned enterprise, was bankrupted by Zhao Shijie's accounting tricks, and then he took it over at a low price. It was the most lucrative piece of meat in Jiaxing.
Of course, countless amounts of the profits generated from this meat each year flowed into the pockets of officials at all levels.
Huang Pinyu watched coldly as the pack of hungry wolves fought over a decaying corpse, and only four words came to his mind.
—Apocalyptic Carnival.
...
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
After Zhang Cheng finished practicing a set of ruthless military boxing moves, the sweat had barely dried when he went into the bathroom.
The government guesthouse has hot water available 24 hours a day, which is really good.
At 7:30, dressed neatly and carrying a gilded cane, he strolled into the canteen.
Breakfast was simple: porridge, eggs, and pickled vegetables.
He had just sat down when Brother Dao led a dozen or so malnourished young men over, only to be stopped by a waiter at the cafeteria entrance.
With a forced smile, Brother Dao walked quickly to Zhang Cheng's table and bowed deeply.
"Master Zhang."
"Not slow." Zhang Cheng glanced at him, then looked at the group of people peeking in from the doorway.
"Get in the car," he said succinctly.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Brother Dao nodded and bowed, then turned and shouted towards the door, "Wait for me here!"
"Yes, Brother Dao!" The reply still carried a certain air of authority.
Dao Ge bent down and opened the door of the Cadillac, sliding in like an eel, with half of his buttocks dangling on the leather seat.
"Master Zhang, where are we going?"
"Withdraw the money."
At the rural credit cooperative, after counting out the five thousand yuan in cash, Zhang Cheng simply tossed it to Brother Dao.
He didn't let Dao Ge get out of the car, but instead had him lead the way, circling around that wasteland in the southeastern suburbs of Jiaxing.
The car eventually stopped in front of the city hall.
Zhang Cheng watched as Brother Dao got out of the car.
"Remember, don't cause trouble."
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang!" Brother Dao clenched the wad of cash in his pocket, straightening his back a bit. "I swear on my life, I'll never cause you any trouble!"
Zhang Cheng grunted in agreement and turned to walk towards the city government gate.
Security personnel had already been notified and, after confirming his name, led him directly to the office building.
The secretary was already waiting at the elevator entrance and warmly led him into the mayor's office.
Gao Zhenghao was reviewing documents when he heard the noise. He simply looked up and gestured for his secretary to make tea.
Zhang Cheng sat on the sofa, waiting quietly.
More than half an hour later, Gao Zhenghao put down his pen, stretched, and walked over with a smile.
"Xiao Zhang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"Jiaxing cannot do without a local official like Mayor Gao."
Gao Zhenghao smiled at the flattery and got straight to the point.
"Have you chosen the land?"
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