Huang Yifan drove Feng Sanyao to the hospital.
Inside the car, smoke filled the air.
Huang Yifan revealed the entire strategy that the Jiaxing gang had devised overnight: to take over the construction of the industrial park.
It doesn't make money; in fact, it might even lose money.
He only wanted to buy peace and ease tensions with the municipal party committee.
"I was wondering why Secretary Zhou would personally call Director Yan to release the man."
Feng Sanyao squinted, leaning back in the seat, his voice hoarse.
He had no objection to the decision.
Money can be earned back, but if you lose your life, you lose everything.
He likes money, and he likes even more the prestige that money brings in public.
"Damn it!"
Feng Sanyao slammed his fist into the car door with a loud, muffled thud.
"This time, we've been tricked by that little brat!"
He gritted his teeth, the hatred in his eyes almost solidifying.
"I asked Xiao Mo, and he didn't burn down the Jiahang Guesthouse at all!"
"At this critical juncture, in Jiaxing, who else but him would dare to burn down the Jiahang Guesthouse?"
This bucket of shit is being dumped on the heads of our Jiaxing gang!
Huang Yifan sighed:
"It's too late to say these things now."
Without evidence, it's all just talk.
"However, this also forces us to take sides and use money to exchange for a chance to reconcile with the municipal party committee."
Whether it's a blessing or a curse is still hard to say.
Feng Sanyao's eyes were cold and sinister.
"As long as the industrial park is built, Jiaxing's economic lifeline will still be in our hands."
Those out-of-towners can't cause any trouble!
"Those out-of-towners must be kept a close watch!"
"Don't worry, Lao Li has already made the arrangements."
The car slowly came to a stop in front of Jiaxing People's Hospital.
...
At the same time.
The top-floor private room at the Guoyun Hotel.
Li Bingyang pushed a passbook across the smooth turntable and placed it in front of Zhao Shijie.
"Shijie, 500,000 yuan, the brothers scraped together overnight."
Zhao Shijie's gaze lingered on the passbook for a second.
That was fast.
He reached out and picked it up, his tone indifferent:
"I will donate this money to the provincial martial arts tournament in the name of the Jiaxing Chamber of Commerce."
"When the time comes, get a few reliable brothers to show their faces; that'll make you known throughout the province."
"OK."
Li Bingyang nodded and continued:
"Shijie, we've decided... to take over the industrial park."
Zhao Shijie listened quietly, a hint of approval on his face.
"This step was the right one."
"Use money to ease tensions, and then use projects to control the lifeline of those out-of-towners."
Once the park is completed, you can propose to the municipal party committee that, on the grounds of unified management and convenient planning,
"Let all businesses in Jiaxing move in."
A glint of light flashed in Li Bingyang's eyes:
"I had already thought of that."
"That's good."
Zhao Shijie stood up.
"I'm going abroad in the next couple of days."
Li Bingyang's brows furrowed:
"So urgent?"
What about the business you have?
He pressed on,
“We need to invest money to build the industrial park now, but we don’t have any extra money to take over your property.”
Zhao Shijie smiled.
That smile held a hint of amusement and ruthlessness.
"Aren't those out-of-towners supposed to be rich?"
Li Bingyang's expression changed:
"You're going to sell it to them?"
"rest assured."
Zhao Shijie patted him on the shoulder and lowered his voice.
"Even if I transfer my business to them, I will leave you with a few trump cards."
“There are many deals that I, Zhao Shijie, can do, but if they were in my shoes, they might not be able to hold their positions.”
Li Bingyang felt a chill run down his spine and slowly nodded.
Zhao Shijie put the bankbook in his pocket, turned around and opened the door to the private room.
He had just stepped into the hotel lobby when he suddenly stopped.
Ahead, a group of people were escorting a man and a woman, walking in a grand procession.
The man in the lead was in his early twenties, wearing a uniquely tailored suit and gold-rimmed glasses.
He even had an exquisite black cane tucked between his fingers, exuding an indescribable arrogance amidst his refined demeanor.
The women around him were even more eye-catching.
She wore a tan wool coat, had wavy hair, fiery red lips, and high heels clicking on the marble floor.
Every step felt like stepping on someone's heartbeat.
That face was exquisitely flawless.
The smiles on the faces of the group of out-of-town businessmen froze the moment they saw Zhao Shijie.
The atmosphere froze.
Li Sansi from the out-of-town chamber of commerce was the first to react and quickly forced a smile as he stepped forward.
"President Zhao! What a coincidence, you're here too? Have you eaten yet? Want to join us?"
Zhao Shijie's gaze passed over him and landed on Zhang Cheng in the center of the crowd, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Li, you're very well-informed."
Li Sansi inwardly wished he could devour Zhao Shijie whole, but his smile grew even wider:
"President Zhao is joking. I've been in Jiaxing for so many years, I must have a few friends."
"This must be Mr. Zhang Cheng from Funing, right?"
Zhao Shijie extended his hand, his eyes scrutinizing him.
"A young man of great talent, I have long admired your name."
Zhang Cheng smiled and extended his hand, giving it a gentle shake with just the right amount of force.
"It can't compare to Chairman Zhao's absolute authority in Jiaxing."
"I'll treat Mr. Zhang to dinner sometime."
Zhao Shijie said politely.
"There's no time like the present."
Zhang Cheng released his hand, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes behind his glasses.
"I just heard from Mr. Li that Chairman Zhao is about to go abroad."
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