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Chapter 337 - 337 14 Does CEO Cheng Have a Nuclear Bomb

337: Chapter 14 Does CEO Cheng Have a Nuclear Bomb?

337: Chapter 14 Does CEO Cheng Have a Nuclear Bomb?

The black-haired wealthy widow belonged to the direct lineage of a top-tier American elite family; the education and nurturing she received were beyond the common person’s imagination.

When she set her mind to take action, when she seriously contemplated doing something, her acuity could easily baffle Cheng Daqi’s CPU.

Temir’s speaking order just now was very interesting; she confirmed the cooperation first, then laid out her cards—this showed she was in control of the pace and well in control at that.

“Mi’er, of course, I’m interested in Dracula; Demon once stood with me under Gru’s gun barrel,” CEO Cheng attempted to bluff his way through.

He didn’t really want Temir to see how seriously he was taking the matter of wiping out the enemy; this girl was too smart when she was serious.

“No, your interest is not just ordinary interest, Chan.

Last time you schemed to draw out information, and today you care so much about whether Gru really teamed up with the Dracula Family or not.

Chan, you looked so cool just now when you were analyzing with such eloquence!”

Damn!

In a few words, Temir had once again burnt out Cheng Daqi’s CPU.

Damn it, Mi’er, so you were setting me up just now?

Noticing the change in CEO Cheng’s expression, the black-haired wealthy widow couldn’t suppress her smirk!

Chan, you’re so smart, surely you’ve already thought of it?

She rose to her feet, walked up to Cheng Daqi, and raised her middle finger at him.

Temir, she was avenging her past humiliation today!

“So, Gru really didn’t team up with Dracula?” CEO Cheng seemed a bit despondent.

God damn it, Temir was so unscrupulous, first giving him a big jujube, then secretly whacking him with a blunt instrument.

Having wandered the Jianghu for many years, Cheng Daqi had rarely been so thoroughly fooled by set-up conversations but today, he was utterly defeated.

“Honey, I said you looked extremely cool just now with your eloquent analysis~

I just noticed Gru the day I met Niu Sen, he seemed to have exchanged a few words with Dracula, so I thought of these just now.”

Temir raised her arm again—lifting both hands, showing both middle fingers, fully expressing her scorn for the defeated general.

As for why Cheng Daqi cared about Dracula, she didn’t mind; she enjoyed the process of using fake news to lure out Cheng Daqi’s true thoughts.

“You’re like a boring little girl, Mi’er, this kind of game isn’t fun,” CEO Cheng retorted firmly.

“Yes, but I won and I find it very interesting.

Don’t worry, I’ll deal with those troublesome people for you.”

Temir fully savored the joy of victory, but Cheng Daqi didn’t lose out either; from now on, his identity and business directly received support from the bipartisan big shots of America.

The Caramakris and Niu Sen families shared a common trait; on the grand chessboard, they could hardly act unilaterally to achieve something, yet they could easily ruin things—does this sound like nuclear deterrence?

CEO Cheng had a nuclear bomb at his back; as absurd as it sounded, it was settled!

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The beautiful Gulfstream approached from the sky, and the control tower staff glanced at the flight schedule and sighed with a smile.

“Flying direct from Saint Rodu to Hong Kong, top-of-the-line Gulfstream G650, huh, wonder which tycoon it is.”

Indeed, it wasn’t a tycoon; CEO Cheng’s entire net worth if he pawned his pants would barely amount to over ten million dollars, and the plane he was on belonged to Mi’er—psychological comfort for CEO Cheng after being grilled by Temir.

One can only say, the black-haired wealthy widow was broad-minded.

She ruthlessly grilled CEO Cheng while generously consoling him at the same time.

She seemed to have figured out the technique of how to handle CEO Cheng.

Hong Kong is an international financial harbor, and the first stop for CEO Cheng’s return to the country was here—he also planned to buy a shell company on the way.

Although the listing process for Hong Kong stocks wasn’t difficult, CEO Cheng still found it too slow.

Thanks to the years of accumulation in the Hong Kong stock market, there were too many ‘penny stocks’ that had plummeted to just over a dime per share.

‘Penny stocks’ were companies with extremely low trading volume and turnover, considered by the market to have very low value.

This was what CEO Cheng was targeting; his mind was filled with the advantages of future information, but he lacked a platform for financing.

He initially wanted to find Temir, to persuade her to establish a SPAC to raise funds for him, but that night Temir chose to charge for love, waking Cheng Daqi from his capital dream.

A few days ago, although Temir’s attitude suddenly changed, she played CEO Cheng like a hammer once again.

Therefore, CEO Cheng realized that a man must rely on himself.

His decision to head to Hong Kong first on his return was to personally handle the financing platform matter—injecting Shanhaiguan into the acquired ‘penny stock’ shell company for future step-by-step financing, riding on Shanhaiguan’s ascent.

Many entrepreneurs who were reborn after death always wanted to gulp down all the cake themselves, but CEO Cheng never had such a psychological burden; his only thought in business was to make the plate bigger.

His informational advantage lasted only five years, and he had to fully exploit that time to expand his plate.

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Sham Shui Po, Nanhua Capital’s reception room.

The lean-faced deputy CEO of Nanhua Capital’s Greater China region, Yan Chengwu, smiled as he introduced to Cheng Daqi.

“CEO Cheng, this is Alen, my best employee.

He will be by your side for the coming period, responsible for answering your questions.

For anything you need in Hong Kong, you can find him.

You’ll see our professionalism at Nanhua.”

“No need to be polite, Yan.

I’ll leave the negotiation and selection of the shell company to you.

Look for something between eight to fifteen billion; speed is of the essence.”

Cheng Daqi only expected Nanhua Capital to get the job done well.

What did sending a errand boy prove about professionalism?

“Don’t worry.

You were referred by Mr.

Sun, and it’s clearly written in our agreement.

I’ll get it sorted as quickly as possible.

Have no concerns,” Yan Chengwu replied, almost as if he were patting his chest in assurance.

Hong Kong’s finance had faded somewhat in recent years, leaving their deep-rooted capital firms in Hong Kong somewhat desperate.

Sun Dongxin was an old acquaintance of his; when Sun Dongxin brought up this matter to him, he thought it was a small deal.

But he never anticipated that CEO Cheng would have such big aspirations, aiming for a big target starting at eight billion on his first attempt at a reverse takeover.

However, Cheng Daqi’s demands were indeed high, being very strict about the timeline for acquiring the shell company—he had to secure a preliminary intention within three months.

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“Lisa, eat.

This is one of our classic Hua Country delicacies, rich in protein,” said CEO Cheng seriously as he tried to coax Lisa while pointing to the silkworm pupae on the plate.

The blonde was not so ignorant as to not realize that the strange ovals on the plate seemed unlike the usual ingredients, yet she truly lacked any concept of silkworm pupae as a delicacy.

So, out of respect for Cheng Daqi, her friend, as well as trust in CEO Cheng, she bravely gave it a try.

Picking up a silkworm pupa with chopsticks and putting it into her mouth, Lisa’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Chan, this is quite a unique experience.

You need to understand, we humans have a resistance to tastes we’ve never encountered, but I’m also a founder of a perfume company.

Its texture is so peculiar and the flavor is so complex; it’s completely different from ordinary meat.

Mmm, it’s wonderful.”

Huh?

Is this how you’re playing it?

Last time I took you for Tartar beef, you didn’t say this!

CEO Cheng hadn’t expected that his light teasing of the blonde would result in her discovering a new favorite dish.

Seeing Lisa enjoying the silkworm pupae one after another across from him, CEO Cheng smiled with relief.

Since his rebirth, he had made many friends, but somehow Lisa seemed the least genuine, as if to see her clearly one always had to look through thick frosted glass.

However, the Lisa who was enthusiastically showing off the silkworm pupae seemed much more real.

CEO Cheng even felt a trace of guilt—Lisa was enjoying them so much, he didn’t know how to explain that they were silkworm pupae.

“Chan, actually, there’s something I want to ask,” said the blonde as she wiped her mouth and spoke up.

“About the shell company I want to acquire?”

“You’ve just started not long ago, and I’ve been following the exchange rates of Hong Kong dollars and Dollars.

It seems you’ve set your target on shell companies with a market value between one hundred million to two hundred million Dollars.

Chan, isn’t that a bit too ambitious?”

Cheng Daqi smiled and explained.

“The Hong Kong stock market is a very mature capital market, with many restrictions on reverse takeovers for new companies.

For example, if I want to inject a certain amount of assets into a company of which I’ve acquired control within 24 months, and this amount exceeds a certain percentage of the original company’s assets, say fifty percent.

Then, my reverse takeover would be treated as a new company’s IPO, which would be quite troublesome.

Therefore, working with a company with a larger base capital allows me to be more relaxed when it comes to future asset injections.”

Lisa took a while to respond.

She understood what Cheng Daqi was talking about, but she still felt like CEO Cheng was dodging the question somewhat.

“Chan, do you have the money to acquire the shell company’s shares?”

“Ha, it will be available.

There’s plenty of time, right?

Shanhaiguan will continue to seek fundraising opportunities in the primary market.

By the time the shell company deal is settled, I might just have enough,” CEO Cheng confidently replied.

He seldom lost to date, only Gru and Temir had given him a run for his money, and both were top-tier humans who had reached the extreme in certain aspects.

“Although your idea sounds crazy, swallowing an elephant, heh, I somewhat believe you can do it.”

Lisa raised her glass, but CEO Cheng pulled out his phone, saying,

“Hold that pose, I need to say hello to the fans, let them know their dear CEO Cheng is back, ha.

Those trolls always say I’m coming back next week, certainly a scammer, but I’ll kick their butts hard with my boots.”

The blonde laughed at CEO Cheng’s words, and posing for his camera, she even struck a pose.

She sent all the photos—the Gulfstream G650, the aerial view of Hong Kong island, and dining with Lisa in the restaurant—to Cao Yueyue, who would help arrange the editing and music for CEO Cheng.

However, the caption for this homecoming video was special, something CEO Cheng had thought about long in advance.

“I met with Boss Jia before coming back; we agreed to return together this week, but suddenly he changed his mind.

What’s going on?”