My Son-in-law Is A War God
Chapter 582 - 583rd - : Getting the Cold Shoulder at the Insect Research Institute_1

Chapter 582: 583rd Chapter: Getting the Cold Shoulder at the Insect Research Institute_1

Lin Meng was indeed a bona fide female entrepreneur.

She had the discernment to recognize this.

She was well aware that now was the prime opportunity to destroy Xinmeng Group; as long as she could disgust Xinmeng Group enough, she would gain the support of Menghua Corporation and the Shang Clan.

Then, the hope for Yarlmor Group to make a comeback in Dragon Country would emerge.

The ten Aristocratic Clans could make black appear white, and white appear black; as for the Shang Clan, they were an even more terrifying existence than the ten Aristocratic Clans.

Her goal this time was actually quite simple.

It was to obtain recognition from Menghua Corporation and show them that the Yarlmor Group still had some utility.

Otherwise, without anyone’s support, the Yarlmor Group would truly be finished.

"Jiang Meng! Xinmeng Group! Just obediently become the stepping stone for me, Lin Meng."

Lin Meng was an ambitious person.

The woman she admired most was that world-shaking figure—Andi.

Behind that simple name stood a massive international conglomerate.

An existence that made even Yarlmor Group shudder and fearful.

She too wanted to be that kind of woman; she wanted to become the President of Yarlmor Group and lead it to glory.

Her aspirations were not misguided, but what she did not know was that she might have provoked the wrong person.

Jiang Meng had arrived at the gates of the Insect Research Institute.

However, the gate was firmly closed, guarded by only an elderly gatekeeper.

"The Institute is organizing its materials these few days, and outsiders are completely forbidden from entering."

Although the gatekeeper was old, in his sixties, his attitude was rather earnest as he spoke to Jiang Meng and Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen did not speak; Jiang Meng was the decision-maker now.

This affair was to be handled by Jiang Meng.

With a smile, Jiang Meng said, "Tell your Director Gou that Jiang Meng, the Chairman of Xinmeng Group, is here to make a donation.

I heard that everyone at the Institute has been working hard with the materials.

Xinmeng Group is prepared to make another one million donation to the Institute.

He surely wouldn’t refuse to even see me, would he?"

It must be said that, while cliché, this move was clever.

Although the Institute was said to be part of Yarlmor Group, in reality, Yarlmor Group was only involved nominally as the founder, and it also donated the largest sum each year.

Hence, they held the greatest sway.

So, it all still boiled down to money, and under normal circumstances, Director Gou should agree to meet with Jiang Meng.

However, to Jiang Meng’s surprise, the old man called Director Gou from the lodge, but after coming out, he just shook his head and said, "The Director said he’s extremely busy right now, and the Institute is not accepting any donations at the moment.

If you wish to donate, please wait until he’s finished with this busy period."

"How long will he be busy?"

Jiang Meng asked.

"Oh, that’s hard to say, at least a month I guess," the gatekeeper replied.

"Alright, I understand!"

Jiang Meng looked towards the window.

In the third-floor window stood Director Gou.

He looked down with a cold indifference, even displaying a trace of scornful amusement.

Why would he need donations now?

If he pulled off this task well, he’d be off to America.

What did the life or death of the Institute have to do with him?

"Boss, this guy surnamed Gou really is a dog; he’s obviously taken someone’s benefits to deliberately oppose us," Ghost Blade said coldly.

"Isn’t there a way for me to go in and directly drag that dog-named Gou out?"

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "Ghost Blade, I’ve always told you we can only retaliate in the same manner when others use abnormal means against us."

"I hope to establish a market environment governed by rules and fairness."

"If we resort to force first, then what difference would there be between us and those Aristocratic Clans in the north?"

"Dear wife, that’s what you think too, right?"

"Of course!"

Jiang Meng nodded and said that she hoped unconventional means would only be used in defense.

For offense, it would be better to use business tactics.

Otherwise, wouldn’t that be like slapping one’s own face?

"But how can we manage to see him?"

Ghost Blade scratched his head, asking in confusion.

"That brings us back to the rules. It seems that Gou Huo has forgotten something; this institute isn’t his — he’s merely managing it on behalf of others."

Xiao Chen said with a sneer, "According to the rules of the Insect Research Institute, a donation of over one million allows you to have a say in the institute.

A donation of over five million grants you the right to dismiss any staff member, including the director."

"Even if other stakeholders disagree, the staff must still present their work reports in front of all stakeholders who have donated over five million."

"To my knowledge, there are only three donors to this insect research institute."

"Yarlmor Group, Xinmeng Group, and Storm Group."

"All we need to do is point out this rule. If Gou Huo refuses to meet us, he will be effectively resigning, and the deputy director can take over immediately.

"This is also to prevent the institute from becoming an echo chamber."

"Husband, you’re really well-informed about this."

Jiang Meng looked at Xiao Chen with even greater admiration in her eyes.

Others hailed her as a business queen, as a commercial genius, but she knew that when it came to genius, there was no one else in the world like Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen was truly amazing.

"For my wife, I saw fit to learn a bit more about this research institute," Xiao Chen said.

"Alright then! When you suggested I donate to this institute, had you already anticipated such a day? You’re too cunning," Jiang Meng suddenly said.

"Wife, how could you call that cunning? It’s called forethought," Xiao Chen said, laughing.

Gou Huo stood by the window, looking down and seeing Jiang Meng and her party standing there, unable to enter yet reluctant to leave, and he couldn’t help but laugh smugly.

"So what if Xinmeng Group made a donation? They’ll still have to put up with my cold-shoulder treatment!"

Gou Huo sneered to himself.

He hadn’t forgotten Lin Meng’s instructions.

And he certainly hadn’t forgotten the promises Lin Meng had made to him.

To ensure a smooth journey to America and get a green card, he would even dare to offend Xinmeng Group.

"Director Gou, aren’t you afraid that Xiao Chen will come storming in? Tianhai City is now their territory. If Ding Family’s members come up, you won’t be able to protect yourself," the pretty secretary beside him said worriedly.

Gou Huo’s face turned a bit pale, but he quickly regained his composure: "Doesn’t the Ding Family always claim to act according to the rules?

They absolutely do not resort to violence first.

I’m just refusing to meet them now. If they were to storm up here directly, and word got out, the prestige of the Xiao Family in Jiangnan would suffer a severe blow," he replied.

In truth, he was still somewhat afraid — afraid that in desperation, they would take drastic measures, and that would be troublesome.

However, the violence he had imagined did not happen.

Instead, Zhang Wei, the deputy director of the institute, appeared.

Zhang Wei had always been at odds with Gou Huo.

Zhang Wei was too straightforward in his work, always spoiling Gou Huo’s schemes, so in recent days, Gou Huo had banished Zhang Wei.

Unexpectedly, not only had Zhang Wei returned, but he had also commanded the gatekeeper to open the gates and let Xiao Chen and his group into the institute.

Gou Huo’s expression quickly darkened.