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Chapter 1299 - 897 Next time

Chapter 1299: 897 Next time

Although Hengsheng Group has reached the edge of a cliff—or even fallen off it—its past status as a leading super real estate enterprise means its foundation remains resilient.

That said,

This is a civilized society now, not a feudal dynasty where entire families are implicated.

The legal violations of Hengsheng Group are being investigated, with Mr. Geng and his elder son cooperating with the authorities. Yet outside the investigations, someone must step up to ensure that Hengsheng’s plunge from the cliff isn’t entirely catastrophic.

Standing in front of Jiang Chen now, Geng Zhida, the younger Geng son, is clearly destiny’s chosen person.

The collapse of Hengsheng Group has caused immeasurable damage to the nation and society, but it doesn’t mean the situation should simply be left to rot beyond salvation.

Anyone with half a brain would recognize that it’s more productive to mitigate the fallout and mend the damage than to eliminate the entire leadership team wholesale.

Since his father and elder brother were taken into custody, the burden placed on Geng Zhida, the second son pressed into service amidst the crisis, has surely made every day feel endless and every night sleepless. He’s undoubtedly exhausted from striving tirelessly to redeem himself. But the wreckage his father left him—a ruin riddled with holes—is beyond repair given his limited capabilities. And just as the situation seemed utterly hopeless, Jiang Chen and the Great Wall Group descended upon him like the Messiah, radiating divine light.

To express his gratitude, Geng Zhida even brought along the dance troupe’s leader—a secret weapon his father rarely revealed.

"General Jiang, our Hengsheng Group is indeed facing a severe crisis at the moment, but most of the rumors circulating outside are baseless fabrications, deliberately malicious attacks. For example, there have been slanderous claims against Bai Jie, the dance troupe leader, and the women in the troupe. Who would’ve thought that someone could use such vicious words to harm innocent women? It’s utterly depraved!"

Looking at Geng Zhida, whose righteous indignation was written all over his face, Jiang Chen nodded impassively and reassured him, "The public is often blind. The best way to dispel rumors is to take proactive measures and clarify the facts."

"General Jiang thinks exactly as we do—Bai Jie has already issued statements across major media channels."

The exact nature of Hengsheng’s dance troupe didn’t concern Jiang Chen. Even if the women’s performances—which seemed to consist of stunning beauties—were as scandalous as rumored online, those were matters of the past.

Each new ruler reshapes the court.

The same thing in different hands serves different purposes.

A knife can save a life, or it can take one.

Of course.

Comparing the women of the dance troupe to a knife might come off a bit crude, but beauty itself can be a poison that cuts to the bone.

No wonder her figure was so outstanding—Li Shuru was trained in this very craft. Glancing at the charismatic Bai Jie, Jiang Chen gestured invitingly, "Please, take a seat, both of you."

The Taoist nun sister was still sitting on the sofa, reading a book.

"Why don’t you go read over there?"

Jiang Chen motioned toward his own executive chair.

The Taoist nun sister silently rose and, clutching her book, walked over to the desk as instructed.

Neither Jiang Chen nor the nun found anything inappropriate about this. But in Geng Zhida’s eyes, the gesture stirred waves of emotion—not only because he was captivated by the ethereal beauty of the nun, but also because he inexplicably felt a surge of confidence from witnessing her action.

As Hengsheng’s younger son, Geng Zhida had interacted with an endless stream of corporate figures, yet he had never encountered anyone so absurd as Jiang Chen.

Even emperors known for indulging their favorite concubines would know better than to let them sit on their throne, lest they face censure.

Debauched and immoral!

Of course.

Geng Zhida wouldn’t dare to be so disrespectful, acting instead as though he saw nothing. However, when he sat down, he subtly shot a glance at Bai Jie, filled with encouragement.

The ancestors weren’t wrong.

Food and beauty are primal desires.

It seems the sole male shareholder of Great Wall Group is, indeed, a man of passion.

In light of this,

Geng Zhida couldn’t help but feel he could handle certain matters with greater confidence.

"Would you care for something to drink?"

Jiang Chen remained unaffected by external distractions.

At present, the Geng family of Hengsheng was publicly scorned, with the prospect of their name being forever tarnished looming heavily. But let’s not forget—even just a year ago, Hengsheng Group had been the epitome of magnificence.

Moreover,

An entrepreneur must have a broader perspective.

With his father and elder brother detained, the fact that Geng Zhida remained untouched spoke volumes.

"No, thank you."

How does the saying go?

Living can sometimes be harder than dying.

Geng Zhida likely understood this deeply by now. Though currently free, the once-glorious Hengsheng Group now hung over him like the sword of Damocles. If his remedial measures failed to yield results, it would only be a matter of time before he joined his father and brother behind bars.

Compared to his father and brother, who could rest in peace within their confinement, Geng Zhida’s ordeal outside—running around and trying to salvage the situation—was likely more torturous.

"General Jiang, I’ve come today specifically to discuss your company’s acquisition of Hengsheng Group."

Not wanting to waste another second, Geng Zhida got straight to the point. "Please rest assured that Hengsheng will fully cooperate with the acquisition process."

When the notification from above reached him, Geng Zhida’s feelings were intricate. After all, every bit of his family’s prosperity and wealth stemmed from Hengsheng Group.

But times have changed.

The once-glorious Hengsheng Group had now become a volcano.

And not an extinct one—an active and awakening volcano.

To protect himself, he had no other choice.

When instructions were handed down from higher authorities, there wasn’t even an opportunity to bargain; it was simply a "notification."

Faced with this,

Geng Zhida harbored no resentment.

As the second son of the Geng family, he hadn’t inherited his father’s grand talents or ambitions. Compared to his elder brother, his presence within the group was far less significant. In fact, perhaps this lack of prominence was precisely what allowed him to escape the fallout unscathed.