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Chapter 1377 - 938 there’s a mole, terminate the transaction_2

Chapter 1377: 938 there’s a mole, terminate the transaction_2

After several hours of in-depth discussion, or rather bargaining, the parties reached a consensus on forming an alliance.

As the passive party, Wei Bangxiong had no choice but to cede significant interests.

Such as.

Part of the control over the Hendry Group.

Thus.

Wei Hong’s position as general manager is definitely untenable.

Of course.

This is only one of the conditions, and some exchanges are destined not to be brought to the surface.

Though painful, it’s better than being isolated. The current result is at least somewhat beneficial.

Choosing the lesser of two evils.

Wei Bangxiong knows there is no better option for his family.

Wei Hong, of course, doesn’t know this yet, at least not at the moment. After calming down a bit, she looked at her father.

"Dad, no one understands the Hendry Group better than I do."

After speaking, she didn’t even bother to greet the other three elders and turned around to leave, her face as cold as ice.

"This child, she has quite a temper. They say daughters inherit their fathers’ tempers. Bangxiong, Wei Hong’s temper is just like yours."

The head of the Bao Family, a chairperson of a certain faction, spoke with a smile.

But Wei Bangxiong wasn’t in the mood to smile. Staring at his daughter as she stormed off, he spoke coldly: "Wei Yi must be alerted, an ambush is impossible now. What should we do?"

"What else is there to do? At this point, we have no choice but to prepare for open confrontation."

The head of the Liu Family spoke boldly.

"Originally wanted to use Wei Yi’s head to commemorate nephew Wei Li, but it looks like it’ll have to be postponed."

Bai Suocheng sighed.

"Bangxiong, my condolences." The Bao Family head finally spoke.

Sincerely belated concern.

It’s been days, and the body is already rotting.

Wei Bangxiong was rather indifferent towards his old friend’s comfort, having lost his son and desperately seeking aid.

"Saying all this is useless."

He spoke with a sinister expression.

"Let others offer their condolences too."

Capital City.

Knowing his Taoist nun sister was inclined to leave, Boss Jiang immediately took rescue measures, taking her everywhere for fun, and today he got up early especially to watch the flag-raising ceremony at Antian Gate.

It’s understandable why his business has grown so big.

Unlike some who just brag without action, as soon as he notices a problem, he always takes practical steps regardless of their effectiveness.

Traveling the path ahead, without questioning the journey.

Doing what one thinks should be done, everything will have answers.

Fortunately, it’s summer now. If it were winter and he got up this early, it would be hard to bear.

Besides the two of them, Cao Jinse also unexpectedly joined the scene.

"You grew up right under the Imperial City, you must have seen the flag-raising countless times?"

Not that she was complaining.

Two stunning beauties with amazing turn-around rate on either side, surely satisfying his vanity.

But comrade Jiang Chen had a worry that couldn’t be expressed.

The favorability rating is already 86.

If he accidentally says a word or makes a move that "ding-dong" reaches the goal, then he’s lost.

"You’ve been eating for over twenty years. Why do you still eat?"

Cao Jinse nonchalantly responded, instantly rendering Jiang Chen speechless.

The flag-raising ceremony was over, and the three of them looked for a nearby breakfast spot.

Though it was nearby, by the time they sat down, an hour had passed and it was fully daylight.

"Do you go every week?"

Jiang Chen ordered some dry food, being an authentic southerner, he wasn’t quite used to the Capital City’s breakfast, especially the characteristic bean juice soup, others drank it eagerly but he found it hard to swallow, having tried a sip and never ordering it again.

But today he ordered a bowl for his Taoist nun sister.

"Not regularly, not every week is free."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Look at that.

No wonder the enlightenment is high.

He munched on bread, watching his sister drink the bean juice soup, just seeing it made his taste buds uncomfortable.

But she was different from him, showing no signs of discomfort, proving her elements of a foodie, not picky at all.

Jiang Chen suddenly thought of having her try stinky tofu, not the fried street kind, but the type he used to see someone sell out of a shoulder pole during childhood, similar to fermented bean curd, which truly stank when the lid was opened, just like the old public toilets.

It’s hard to find places that sell it now.

Of course.

Boss Jiang surely meant well, believing a true foodie should be offered an array of delightful cuisines.

Whether she understands his intentions is uncertain, but her reason for wanting to return to the mountains seems to show a hint.

"The fire you instigated really ignited that powder keg."

Cao Jinse ate porridge, and as a local, she seemed disinterested in the distinctive breakfast taste.

"Keep it down, will you?"

Boss Jiang was cautious.

"Now the Four Major Families of Myanmar are involved, you’ve achieved your aim."

Cao Jinse stated naturally.

"Isn’t it the independent brigade of the federation? What does it have to do with the Four Major Families?" Jiang Chen asked, seemingly confused.

Cao Jinse couldn’t bother rolling her eyes. Getting up this early was truly exhausting, "The Four Major Families are much harder to deal with than Kan Bang; as it becomes deadlocked, more and more forces will get involved."

Due to the unique national circumstances, Myanmar is rife with various armed organizations, with countless names and types.

It’s similar to the commercial concept of borrowing a shell to lay an egg; through some camouflage tactics, it’s not too difficult for a powerful figure in Myanmar to raise their own private army.

"Just like the example you gave before: The more chaotic our neighbor’s house becomes, the more it benefits us. At least the excitement of watching is greater."

"This money keeps flowing out nonstop every day; doesn’t it hurt?"

Cao Jinse spoke succinctly.

Jiang Chen was even more straightforward, laughing: "It’s not your money anyway."

CEO Cao finally cast him a sideways glance.

Compared to the natural charisma of Fujiwara Reiki, the two were quite different; Fujiwara Reiki’s every gesture reaches into one’s soul, while CEO Cao, being more formal, naturally couldn’t be compared. Yet strangely, her occasional demeanor seemed more appealing.

"In such a huge chessboard, no one can precisely control every move. Even AlphaGo can’t do it. I truly didn’t expect the Four Major Families to get involved."

Jiang Chen spoke at an unhurried pace.

"That possibility was considered."

CEO Cao sipped her porridge leisurely.

It was a punctuating remark.

Boss Jiang, being termed as "achieving what he wished for," smiled faintly but didn’t respond.

"It’s like Fang Jun going inside; assumptions don’t hold much weight, concrete evidence is needed."

Cao Jinse continued speaking, still focused on her porridge, without looking up.

Jiang Chen picked up some salted vegetables with his chopsticks, imitating her, as if talking to himself.

"Did you know beforehand?"

"Know what?"

Cao Jinse looked up.

"There’s a mole; terminate the transaction."

They made eye contact, and Cao Jinse didn’t reveal much emotion, "Do you think I’m more omnipotent than I am? I neither have the energy nor the duty to focus on such things."

Jiang Chen nodded.

"I understand."

Cao Jinse slightly frowned, "What do you understand?"

"I have a childhood friend. We grew up playing together. He opened an entertainment venue near my hometown, and it did quite well. But recently, it got caught during a special inspection, and he was taken away."

Cao Jinse didn’t relax her brows, "And then?"

"And then, I initially went to see him."

Cao Jinse remained silent, her brows still furrowed, looking at the perplexing person: "Isn’t that what you should do?"

"Should I?"

Jiang Chen was surprised, and then said: "Well, actually, I didn’t go to see him."

"..."

Cao Jinse quietly stared at him.

"So you shouldn’t feel guilty. You’re not a police officer; analyzing good and evil isn’t our job, and good and evil never have absolute definitions."

Boss Jiang offered comfort from a high perspective.

Cao Jinse remained silent, suddenly standing up.

Tanki Liuli was drawn by her movement.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Chen curiously asked.

"I’m tired, going home to sleep."