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300: Chapter 132: The Evil Ghost Howls, The Special Generosity of the Heavens 300: Chapter 132: The Evil Ghost Howls, The Special Generosity of the Heavens Cheng Daqi, why did you start engaging in the identity business with Eris before you had taken down Gru?

For money!

The short video industry of Blue Sea Era demanded that he expand rapidly.

It was inevitable that Shanhaiguan and MAS would find it difficult to profit in the short-term, but Cheng Daqi’s career couldn’t be confined solely to the short video field.

CEO Cheng needed a business that could provide him with cash flow, so he took the risk.

As for whether Eris would turn against him over money?

When Cheng Daqi started, he had thought it through.

Gru’s apprehension towards Temir was real at the time.

He was certain that Gru would become a partner in his collaboration with Temir.

With Gru and Temir in the picture, the pressure from Eris’s side became insignificant.

No matter the process, looking at today, the outcome Cheng Daqi had anticipated had indeed occurred.

It’s just that to achieve today’s outcome, both he and Temir had paid a significant price.

Cheng ‘Three o’clock in the afternoon, I’m still busy right now!’

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CEO Cheng’s busyness was all-encompassing; he was now the boss of MAS, a company that had just started, and he had to worry about everything in the company.

Lisa was competent, but at the moment, she could only act as an executor because she didn’t understand the blueprint Cheng Daqi had mapped out for MAS—he hadn’t even discussed these with her.

For a small company that had just raised a million dollars, MAS was still just an egg in Cheng Daqi’s eyes.

It was too early to discuss many things.

Just like what Cheng Daqi had said to Lisa about the company’s business scope, what MAS needed most now was not to indulge in fanciful talks of poetry and distant lands but to clarify the business processes.

In the process of refining the business, Cheng Daqi was the one constantly keeping an eye on every single link.

He had to be hands-on!

Many start-ups have simple businesses and not many staff members, with future development focused only on deepening expertise within their industry.

The company’s capacity is limited by the CEO’s abilities.

Such companies don’t need very sophisticated management or shaping of corporate values.

Of course, it’s also difficult for these enterprises to grow large.

MAS, however, was a culture and media company with content operation as its core competitiveness, and CEO Cheng himself was neither a photography expert nor a master editor, which meant Cheng Daqi had to recruit talents from all over.

And a team composed of people from all corners was rough and immature.

Team integration and the emotions of different staff were things Cheng Daqi needed to pay attention to.

Starting a business is never about choosing a promising business model and then blindly throwing money at it hoping to succeed.

While both involve spending money, an efficient and productive team could make one dollar’s worth of spending achieve the effect of two.

If the team is underperforming and management is inadequate, not to mention the severe internal frictions, then even investing ten thousand dollars wouldn’t make any splash.

The blond white girl was right, MAS needed a lot of money to grow big.

And CEO Cheng had over five million dollars in his hands.

He could completely invest it in MAS, allowing MAS to burn through it for a long time.

But in Cheng Daqi’s eyes, what MAS lacked wasn’t money—the team’s level was far from enough!

CEO Cheng was rhythmic; he wasn’t in a hurry for a massive amount of financing right now.

—————–

“Bang!”

The wooden-colored drawer was pulled open, revealing an aluminum metal box inside.

Anxious, he took out a special cigarette from the box—Gru could barely hold it in anymore.

Every time he met with that person, he had to take a few drags to let that person lower his guard and continue the cooperation.

The office door was pushed open; it was Jax.

Only Jax could earn Gru’s trust to enter without knocking.

The shrewd director noticed the custom-made cigarette in Gru’s hand.

He didn’t say much but his expression carried a tinge of dejection.

“Boss, Thor has ‘gone abroad’,” Jax reported in a low voice.

‘Gone abroad’ didn’t sound special, but Thor’s ‘going abroad’ was not ordinary.

Hearing the news about Thor, the top corrupt cop exhaled slowly and took another deep drag on his self-destructive cigarette.

“Cough!

Cough!

Cough!

Heh~”

He coughed violently from inhaling too quickly and even felt a bit dizzy for a moment.

“Boss?”

Jax cared for Gru’s well-being with both sadness and urgency.

Gru waved his hand to dismiss the concern, put out the cigarette, and, after taking a sip of water, said,

“Am I failing as a boss, Jax?

Looking back on everything, I’ve been making mistakes all along.

And it’s my brothers who end up paying for these mistakes.

The one who killed him was even me!”

The top corrupt cop was human, too.

Although his actions and origins weren’t much different, his species was ultimately human.

If Cheng Daqi heard Gru speak this way, he would analyze whether Gru was acting or genuinely questioning and then respond without hesitation as if it were an act.

But Jax was different.

He knew that Gru wouldn’t be insincere about these things.

“Boss, you’ve already done a great job.

It’s just that Chan stubbornly refuses to let go of you.

It’s not because of you; it’s because of that bitch.

He even took so much money.

We should…”

Jax’s words were stopped by Gru’s gaze, and the top corrupt cop sighed,

“He’s right, I, including you, we’re only cunning in a small way.

Think of it as a lesson.

My only regret is that my cunning caused Thor’s death.”

What defines a brute?

Gru was a standard brute!

In order to control future troubles, he killed his own subordinate and then keeps repeating ‘my cunning caused Thor’s death’.

But Jax didn’t see any issue with Gru’s reasoning.

From his perspective, it was Cheng Daqi who deserved more blame.

If you want to control risks, start with outsiders, not your own people!

As far as Jax was concerned, he didn’t think there was anything wrong with killing Thor—it was all about risk control.

“Let’s put Thor’s matter to rest.

I have a new task for you.

That day, the Chinese-American fraudster who deals in virtual currency, find an excuse to place him and his family under surveillance; they can’t leave Saint Rodu.”

The capital involved in the future was no small sum, Gru needed a foolproof plan!

This was also a favor done for Cheng Daqi, as the top black cop had utterly lost the courage to turn against him.

Cheng Daqi’s wisdom made him realize that there are always higher powers, and he acknowledged that his journey to the present might predominantly be attributed to luck.

What he needed to do now was to keep a low profile and continue to gather strength in the position of Police Chief.

Police Chief, it sounded inconspicuous, but in theory, all cops in Saint Rodu were supposed to heed Gru’s command.

Of course, in theory, it meant they didn’t really have to listen.

But this title was enough for his use!

Gru set a minor goal for himself—to divide the gang into two tiers, creating a new gang as a front for display.

This front gang would serve as an outer shell, concealing his original gang.

In the external gang, he could find the right people to drag down, bringing them into the legitimate gang he originally operated.

Now, he had Niu Sen and Temir above him, and industries and subordinates below him.

Gru was convinced that as long as he could calmly develop for a few years in the position of Police Chief, by then, even Niu Sen wouldn’t dare to strike him hastily!

“Boss, can we not do the drug business, these things…

these things have already affected your condition,” Jax said solemnly.

Over the years, he had watched Gru transform from a colossal man of one meter ninety to what he was now.

He looked strong, but the muscles had turned to fat, and his eyes had dimmed considerably.

The drugs had completely changed his elder brother, and it hurt Jax to see this.

“Jax, I’ve always felt that this world is fair.

I paid tens of millions for the position of Police Chief, quite fair.

Dealing drugs killed so many people, and I’m tortured by it—also fair,” Gru said as the spiked cigarette worked.

His pain was less now, and he laughed while discussing his version of ‘fairness’ with Jax.

“You get what you give; so many people are waiting for my money, and I can’t do without it,” Jax replied gravely, shaking his head.

“Boss, is it really worth it to support those people?

How many in the gang just take money and do nothing?

We could completely take a few reliable brothers and leave to enjoy the rest of our lives.”

With a snort, Gru stamped out his cigarette and stood up from his chair.

In the dimly lit room filled with smoke, he looked like a demonic figure emerging from the haze.

“Of course, it’s worth it to keep them; they took my money, so they have to listen to me.

I’m not just running away!

I will win right here!

Retrieve everything I’ve lost!”

The demonic figure was roaring, Gru’s words laced with a chilling malice.

Of course, he wouldn’t bare his teeth to Cheng Daqi, but a wolf never forgets its grudges.

Cheng Daqi might have figured out Gru’s dilemma, but he had overlooked something—Gru and he were not the same!

He was just a small merchant with a bit of idealism, while Gru was a cunning and venomous beast.

He thought he could bind Gru as a partner through mutual interests.

But Gru had killed colleagues, superiors, and even contemplated killing Niu Sen!

“Boss, let me handle the next issue; you can’t keep putting yourself in danger,” Jax insisted, the man who would always stand behind Gru.

“You’re wrong; don’t think about fighting and killing all the time.

Our foundation isn’t strong enough yet.

We still have too few people in our gang.

If we had a thousand men, oh…

The most important thing over the next few years is to accumulate power,” the top black cop replied with a clear mind, now completely sober.

After Jax’s departure, Gru picked up a mirror and started wiping his face with a wet wipe.

This afternoon, he needed to attend a drug enforcement promotion ceremony in the capacity of Police Chief, and he had to pay attention to his appearance.

—————–

Li Haiping was an ordinary middle-aged man, but recently, his life had undergone monumental changes.

As social creatures, humans have an innate aversion to change, and most people are uncomfortable with it.

But Li Haiping was different; he quite liked these changes.

He was fed up with a plain, dull, and mediocre life; he wanted to try living differently.

So, the more Cheng Daqi oppressed him, humiliated him, and tested him, the more Li felt he had truly caught Cheng Daqi’s eye.

CEO Cheng!

Let your storm be more fierce; I can withstand the test, I want to make big money!

Elder Li parked his beat-up car opposite Cheng Daqi’s house—in fact, the house was his.

This time, he was more cautious, observing the surroundings from his car, making sure no one was paying attention to him before bringing out the frozen fish from the trunk.

Fresh deep-sea fish, once removed from the ocean pressure, are best preserved by flash freezing.

He was there to deliver fish to Cheng Daqi, and although he still didn’t understand why Cheng Daqi had set the delivery of fish as a secret signal, he firmly believed there must be a profound reason behind CEO Cheng’s actions.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

Before Elder Li could knock a few times, the door opened from the inside.

“CEO Cheng…

Huh!?!”

A silenced pistol was pressed against his oily nose tip, and a black hand reached out from the door to drag him inside.

The gods favor boys with dreams; just as Elder Li hoped for a fiercer storm, heaven generously helped fulfill his wish.