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Chapter 492 - 492 78 Werewolves and Vampires Part 1_2

492: Chapter 78: Werewolves and Vampires (Part 1)_2 492: Chapter 78: Werewolves and Vampires (Part 1)_2 Let’s hope.

CEO Cheng is not lacking in courage, but what he lacks is time and energy.

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As noon approached, CEO Cheng had an appointment to keep.

He was now a de facto busy man.

He had businesses at home and abroad, with almost ten companies, and three indescribable ventures.

Wolf was an interesting and valuable person, and CEO Cheng had always wanted to find an opportunity to have a good talk with him.

“Boss, where are we headed now?”

Little Sun had matured into a seasoned driver, and under the daily tutelage of Danze and Riel, he had learned how to speak to CEO Cheng.

“Dracula Manor, Riel, you know where that is, right?

Lead the way.”

“I don’t know…”

This was problematic.

Dracula Manor couldn’t be found on a map, Riel had never been there before, and it wasn’t appropriate for CEO Cheng to ask Wolf directly—that would show weakness.

Maybe Chief Glu knew?

No, that wouldn’t do, he was a newbie.

Alas, it had to be Mi’er.

So, after waiting for half an hour, Sun Xuewen watched with wide eyes as his boss got into a luxurious car and then took off.

He noticed that a stunningly beautiful woman was sitting in the back seat of Mushang’s car, embracing CEO Cheng before he had even settled down, seemingly very close.

“Riel, my uncle he…?”

Little Sun, not understanding the situation, was still asking when Riel slapped a hand onto his shoulder.

“Dumbass, what are you staring at, follow them!”

“Fuck, that hurts!”

Despite complaining of pain, Sun Xuewen floored the accelerator to keep up.

“I’m going to tell my uncle you’re bullying me at work!”

The bear-like Riel flashed a mockingly scornful smile.

“Still a mama’s boy?”

He delivered a critical hit, leaving Little Sun silent all the way to the gate of Dracula Manor, as he didn’t like to humiliate himself.

After Sun Dongxin had cut off his credit, he was nothing but a small fry in America.

“Right, that woman is Temir, one of the boss’s women.

There’s something you need to pay attention to.”

Before getting out of the car, the bear-like Riel seriously warned.

“If she doesn’t talk to you, don’t initiate conversation with her.

Not a single word, got it?”

What kind of stupid rule was that?

Little Sun thought resentfully.

“Got it, got it, thanks…”

“Also, in an event at the Dracula family’s place like this, it’s even more dangerous than the last time we visited Chief Glu’s home.

If the boss throws a glass, you have to draw your gun immediately!”

As Riel said this, he fumbled at his waist belt and handed a handgun to Little Sun.

He seemed a tad too dedicated.

Sun Xuewen was dumbfounded.

Dude, what are you doing?

“I’m a driver, not a bodyguard.

Why do I need a gun?”

The bear-like Riel tapped Little Sun’s cheek and seriously explained.

“In a fight, they won’t ask if you’re a driver first, and they won’t spare you because you’re a driver.

Drivers can die too.”

Poor CEO Cheng had once given him and Danze a sense of participation before meeting Wolf, which had lasting negative consequences, inadvertently leading Riel to mistake Dracula Manor for a den of dragons and tigers under today’s miscommunication.

But in some sense, Riel’s misunderstanding was beautifully accurate.

The Dracula family’s name stems from vampires, and the sins they had committed were even greater than those of the vampires in the movies.

Their home wasn’t a den of dragons and tigers, but rather a sinful castle that devoured life.

“Riel, I think you’re being too weird.

Not being allowed to talk, always ready to shoot—it’s too exaggerated.”

Sun Xuewen grumbled as he took the gun, voicing his complaints.

“Heh, it’s normal for a mama’s boy to think that way.”

Riel, without looking back, walked into the gate of Dracula Manor, and Sun Xuewen hurriedly followed.

Insulted or not, Riel was genuinely strong, a human shield in a fight, so it was crucial to stay close to him.

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“Chan, this is…

Miss Temir.

Sorry, you’re just too beautiful, and I feel like today’s preparations might be somewhat lacking.”

Wolf Dracula, of course, recognized Temir, as he paid close attention to all news about CEO Cheng.

“Today was really rushed, Chan, don’t mind it; your news was just too sudden.”

For some reason, seeing such considerate and comforting Wolf, both Mi’er and CEO Cheng thought of Geweil that stupid pig at the same time.

The gap between people can really be so big.

“Of course I don’t mind, Mr.

Wolf, Mi’er is my friend.

Do you remember the matter I mentioned to you last time?”

CEO Cheng directly led the conversation, with Mi’er not even having the chance to interject with courtesies.

These two smart heads had already reviewed today’s script.

“What matter?”

Wolf Dracula’s expression remained unchanged as he led the way to the small golf course at the side rear of the manor, where he planned to chat with the two.

“At that time, Niu Sen didn’t want to meet your father, and in the end, he met with Niu Sen at Mi’er’s charity concert.

It was also Mi’er who told me that the people targeting your family were Robert and his group.”

Cheng Daqi’s words made Wolf feel like there was a thorn in his back.

Trouble had come knocking.

Temir, following behind him, cast a mocking glance at CEO Cheng; only such a cunning coyote would be fit to be her partner.

That day on the yacht, Cheng Daqi gave a ‘logical’ answer, which Wolf had no doubts about at the time.

But the answer Mi’er gave was, the ones targeting the Dracula family were a bunch!

And they were definitely not Robert’s crew!

The Roberts would drive away their companions for limited political resources, but they wouldn’t relentlessly pursue.

The one who really made a move against the Draculas after the defection was hiding in the shadows, and had not shown themselves even after a month.

“Chan, Miss Temir, please sit down, the rest of you can leave.”

The former was addressed to CEO Cheng and Mi’er, and the latter to Wolf’s own servants.

“Is this what you wanted to talk about?”

This question was directed at CEO Cheng, and Wolf’s composure was solid, not missing a beat.

CEO Cheng’s recent words revealed two pieces of information: first, he and Mi’er were partners, and second, their visit was ill-intended.

Wolf liked dealing with ambitious people like CEO Cheng, finding it challenging and interesting.

“No, two things.

I’ve set up a cryptocurrency platform and am preparing to launch an interesting virtual currency.

In the coin circle’s terms, I want to invite you to participate in our ICO.

Mi’er, I, and some other influential figures will be participating.

Mr.

Wolf, this is a little token of my appreciation as a friend.”

Testing the waters, CEO Cheng wanted to see the extent of Wolf’s regard for him and Mi’er by making a direct request for money.

CEO Cheng was looking forward to more collaborations with Wolf, but such partnerships required mutual trust.

Wolf, your family is under threat, and Mi’er is a powerful partner.

Now, take a stand!

“How much?”

It’s just money, after all.

Wolf Dracula wasn’t short on money; he was the primary heir to the Dracula Family.

Although he didn’t quite understand what CEO Cheng was saying, he was willing to contribute something—throwing a million or eight hundred thousand wouldn’t be a problem.

“Five million, please.

We’re planning to issue thirty million dollars at the ICO stage, corresponding to one million coins, but we still don’t have enough to distribute, so we can only offer you this much.”

Wolf looked at Cheng Daqi as if he were a fool, but seeing Cheng’s face as impassive as a city wall, he turned to Mi’er.

The black-haired rich woman started examining her nails, seemingly with no intention of explaining.

Today, these two seemed a bit too foolish; there had to be a deeper meaning.

Wolf decided to drag them along.

The heir to the Dracula family smiled and replied,

“What’s the second matter?”

Cheng Daqi smiled and said,

“The first matter is about sending you money; the second is also about sending you money.

Mr.

Wolf, Mi’er and I have come with sincerity.

Mushang in Hua Country is preparing to establish a sub-brand focused on cosmeceutical skincare, and I remember that Dracula Biotech has accumulated technology in this area, so we could form a powerful alliance with Mushang.

You’ll put in thirty million dollars plus technology, my Hua Country MCN company will put in ten million dollars plus traffic, and Mi’er’s Mushang will put in thirty million dollars plus the brand.

The shares will be split 42-42-16.

Mr.

Wolf, what do you think?”

CEO Cheng and Mi’er’s tactic today was to throw bombs one after another, to show Wolf their sincerity and to make him recognize their strength.

Asking for money upfront might seem absurd, but in reality, it was part of the tactic.

Wolf felt his head spinning; he seemed to have a problem understanding the language.

Chan, your first matter is asking me to shell out five million dollars, and the second is for thirty million dollars.

And yet, you keep claiming you’re here to give me money.

Such audacity!

So you’ve come to my house looking for me, to rob me, is that it?