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Zhao Xingrong's attitude at this moment was so sincere that it left no room for argument. Even though Chen Feng's previous impression of him and his uncle had become very bad, it instantly changed.

At least, Chen Feng no longer feels any ill will towards Zhao Xingrong. This goodwill stems entirely from Zhao Xingrong's sincere attitude of being grateful and taking responsibility.

"You're too kind, there's really no need for that."

Chen Feng quickly stepped forward, gently supporting his arm. A gentle yet irresistible force helped him stand up straight again.

"You saved my life, and it's only right that I thank you no matter how much I express my gratitude." Zhao Xingrong's face was full of solemnity.

Seeing this, Chen Feng laughed and said, "Alright, I appreciate your thanks."

"Alright, let's not delay any longer. Let's talk about the mortgage. Please come in."

Zhao Xingrong is quick-witted and decisive. Of course, this is mainly because he has booked a private plane to Luzon for 3 o'clock, and he only has a little over an hour to deal with this matter, so he naturally has to hurry.

Chen Feng admired his decisive and efficient style, and at the same time, he also understood the reason why the other party was in such a hurry.

In fact, the instant he reached out to support Chen Feng's arm, Chen Feng had already unknowingly activated his "information rewind" ability. In those few seconds of contact, he had already learned everything he wanted to know.

As expected, Zhao Jinfu, that old fox, was deliberately feigning poverty. The real reason behind it was to mobilize all available funds and gamble everything to acquire the mine in Luzon.

To be fair, from Zhao Jinfu's perspective, his actions might be understandable. That's how business plans are, and it doesn't really constitute a breach of contract, since he and Chen Feng didn't agree on a specific donation deadline in writing.

From Chen Feng's perspective, this was somewhat unacceptable, especially considering he had previously considered making an exception for the other party. The condition for this was that the other party must first offer a minimum of 100 million as a token of sincerity.

If Zhao Jinfu could donate 100 million yuan as he requested, Chen Feng was not an unreasonable person. He could give Zhao Jinfu a two or three-month grace period for the remaining 500 million yuan.

After all, the Red Sunset Charity Foundation needs time to invest funds and advance projects. It doesn't need to swallow so much money all at once. Taking two or three months off is perfectly fine in terms of operation.

Unfortunately, Zhao Jinfu did not donate the 100 million yuan he requested, but only 50 million yuan, which seemed more like a perfunctory gesture and a sign of contempt and disrespect towards Chen Feng.

Moreover, this also conceals blatant deception, which has now been confirmed, and it has precisely crossed Chen Feng's bottom line, making it the behavior he finds most intolerable.

If you were genuinely short of funds and couldn't raise 100 million in a short time, Chen Feng might have accepted it. But he had already raised over 800 million, yet he insisted on playing tricks on this 100 million. This clearly showed that he didn't take Chen Feng seriously, or even treated him like a fool.

Of course, Chen Feng was furious with Zhao Jinfu, but his impression of Zhao Xingrong was surprisingly good at the moment.

From the information he obtained, he learned that Zhao Xingrong had always clearly opposed Zhao Jinfu's practice of defaulting on debts, and had tried to persuade him many times, even having several heated arguments, but in the end he could not persuade the stubborn old man Zhao Jinfu.

Only now has Zhao Xingrong decided to follow his heart completely, even if it means going bankrupt, he will first fill this hole and repay Chen Feng's life-saving grace in a dignified manner.

Based on this alone, he is a hundred times better than his profit-driven uncle.

The two moved to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Zhao Xingrong personally brewed a cup of tea for Chen Feng.

He then glanced at his watch and said apologetically, "I have to fly to Luzon at three o'clock, so I'm sorry I can't entertain you any longer. Time is tight, so I'll keep it brief."

As he spoke, he picked up a thick file bag from the coffee table, deftly opened it, and took out a stack of documents, including property ownership certificates, government bond certificates, and share certificates.

"There are a total of 5 properties here, all under my personal name, including the villa we are currently living in. The total market value is estimated to be around 200 million. The main reason is that this villa is more expensive, with a current market price of over 80 million. Of the other 4 properties, two are also villas, and the other two are large apartments overlooking the river."

In addition, there are these government bonds, which I purchased gradually over the past two years, with a total face value of 150 million. These three are share certificates. I don't usually trade stocks, but because I have many friends, buying shares in these three companies was a way of supporting them. I've also been lucky; these three friends' companies are all doing quite well, and the combined value of the shares in the three companies is probably around 100 million.

"So, that brings the total to 4.5 million. In addition, I have some antiques, paintings, calligraphy, and jewelry in my safe upstairs, worth tens of millions, though I haven't had time to calculate the exact value yet. I can have a mortgage contract printed out right now, with a one-month mortgage period. If I still can't raise the remaining 5.5 million in donations within a month, you can dispose of these mortgaged assets as you see fit. What do you think?"

After saying this, Zhao Xingrong stared intently at Chen Feng with a barely perceptible tension in his eyes. He was afraid that Chen Feng would refuse, after all, a month was neither a long nor a short time.

If Chen Feng disagrees, he will feel guilty and also worry about Chen Feng's retaliation.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Feng finally nodded slowly: "Alright, for your sake, I'll give you another month."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xingrong felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders, and a genuine joy appeared on his face: "Thank you! Don't worry, I will do my best to raise the donation within a month. Of course, I will calculate the interest on this money according to the market rate and donate it to the foundation at the same time."

After Zhao Xingrong finished speaking, he immediately beckoned to a middle-aged man in his thirties who was standing beside him and instructed him to go upstairs to the study to print the mortgage contract.

Chen Feng naturally had no intention of stopping him. Although he greatly admired Zhao Xingrong's character and conduct, he would not compromise on matters of principle, nor would he be so generous as to simply waive the collateral.

Chen Feng looked at him with a slightly probing gaze for a moment, then changed the subject and asked, "Did you go to Luzon this time still for that mine?"

Zhao Xingrong was slightly taken aback, then a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face as he nodded: "Yes, it's still about that mine."

He certainly had reason to feel embarrassed. His uncle had just been complaining about being poor and having tight funds, but then he was going to Luzon to acquire a huge amount of expensive minerals. Wasn't this obviously telling Chen Feng that his uncle had been lying all along?
Chen Feng stared at him, his tone calm but with a hint of solemnity: "If you trust me, then don't go this time."

"Huh?" Zhao Xingrong's eyes widened immediately, and he asked in surprise, "Why?"

The reason is quite simple: Chen Feng had just used his ability to foresee danger on him, and the scenes he envisioned were horrifying—gunfights and explosions. If Zhao Xingrong were to set foot in Luzon again, he would face a vicious retaliatory attack from the Abuye gang that had previously kidnapped him, putting his life in danger.

However, Chen Feng certainly didn't want to reveal his ability to foresee danger in front of him, especially with others present, so he changed his story: "Last time, to save you, we practically went on a killing spree, causing the Abuye gang to lose a lot of men. In addition, we secretly joined forces with another local force, the Red Scorpion, to launch a surprise attack on Abuye."

It's easy to imagine that Abuye suffered heavy losses and was severely weakened in that series of attacks. Therefore, if you, the person who caused them such humiliation, were to reappear, Abuye would undoubtedly seek revenge at all costs to save face. You would likely be attacked and assassinated by them. Don't forget, they are an armed gang; using bombs would not be surprising for them.” Zhao Xingrong was already apprehensive about returning to Luzon, and the experience of being kidnapped still haunted him with nightmares. As the saying goes, “Once bitten, twice shy,” and now, hearing Chen Feng's clear and logical analysis, he was even more terrified, his face turning pale, and his lips trembling uncontrollably.

"Is...is everything you're saying true? Abuye dared to lay a hand on me?"

Zhao Xingrong's voice trembled slightly.

Chen Feng nodded solemnly, his eyes deep: "Based on my speculation and intuition, there is a very high probability that the other party will do this. After all, they suffered such a great loss last time, and so many people died. If they don't get their revenge, not only will they be unwilling, but they will also find it difficult to maintain their foothold in the area. If you're not ruthless, you can't stand firm. These gangsters who live on the edge of a knife worship violence and the bloody rule of tit for tat."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xingrong was both frightened and helpless. He smiled bitterly and said, "Then what should I do? Everything has been arranged. I am the person in charge of our company. This trip is to sign a crucial contract with the local authorities. I can't not go."

Chen Feng shrugged and said, "That depends on your own choice. Do you think your life is more important, or the contract?"

Zhao Xingrong was speechless and couldn't say a word.

He didn't really want to go, but his uncle insisted that he go. He had always listened to his uncle since he was a child, and it had become a habit.

Besides, he knew very well that this trip to Luzon was important; it was for him, and for the future of the entire Zhao family. If they could successfully acquire that mine, their family could remain wealthy for three more generations.

So, should he still take this risk?
Chen Feng really didn't want to watch him go to his death. Seeing that even though he was pale with fright, he was still hesitating, Chen Feng added another dose of strong persuasion, saying, "You should know that I have some special abilities. So, my intuition is always very accurate. My intuition tells me that you will be in mortal danger this time, and it's almost certainly true."

I think you either need to postpone your trip until you've completely dealt with the Abu Yeo gang, or simply give up on that mine. Luzon is too chaotic. I even suspect that even if you manage to acquire the mine this time, you'll face constant troubles in the future. Making money peacefully won't be easy.”

"I... I'll think about it some more."

Zhao Xingrong's forehead was covered in cold sweat; he was clearly terrified. But he was equally afraid of his uncle's thunderous rage and disappointed gaze.

From a young age, he deeply admired his uncle, who treated him like his own son. When he was just a few years old, his uncle played a more important role than his biological father, raising him single-handedly and treating him with even greater affection than a son. In his heart, his uncle was not only a second father but also an idol and role model he would strive to emulate throughout his life.

Unfortunately, when he grew up and followed in his uncle's footsteps into the business world, he achieved little success, with most of his investments and ventures ending in losses, suffering repeated defeats.

As he approached forty, several companies he had founded went bankrupt one after another. Disheartened, he had no choice but to reluctantly join the family business at his uncle's request and begin preparing to take over. A few years ago, he officially took over as chairman of his uncle's group company and, according to his grandfather's wishes, renamed the group company "Xingrong Group" after himself. The reason for this was that his uncle was quite superstitious and had consulted a metaphysical master.

As a result, the group's business began to decline sharply after he took over, and the company's business continued to shrink, especially in the main metal products sector, which was severely affected by fluctuations in international iron ore prices and struggled to survive.

This is also the main reason why he was so obsessed with the iron ore mine in Luzon and so determined to acquire it.

He had always longed to achieve something great and impress his uncle, but instead of making a name for himself, he ended up getting kidnapped.

I thought the mining deal was completely off, but my uncle, as always, pulled off a major turnaround, and it looks like we'll be able to go there and sign the contract soon.

However, fate seemed to play another cruel joke. Chen Feng, the "master" with mysterious and unpredictable abilities, told him that his trip to Luzon would be life-threatening.

So, his mind is completely blank right now, like a tangled mess, and he has no idea what choice he should make.

Should we believe Chen Feng's words or not? Should we go or not?

Seeing this, Chen Feng didn't try to persuade him any further. He had said all he could; the rest was up to his own decision and fate. If he insisted on going into this dangerous place, Chen Feng couldn't very well tie him up and prevent him from going.

Chen Feng had already saved the other party once. Whether he could overcome this second ordeal depended entirely on Zhao Xingrong's own choice.

Zhao Xingrong was frowning and looking extremely anxious, clearly unable to make a decision in the short term.

Chen Feng didn't bother him anymore, and picked up his teacup and leisurely drank his tea.

A few minutes later, Zhao Xingrong's assistant came over with two copies of the newly printed mortgage contract, neatly placed on the coffee table.

Chen Feng didn't even look at it, and handed his own copy directly to lawyer Lu Guancheng, who hadn't said much since he entered the room.

The other party respectfully accepted it, then adjusted his glasses and began to carefully review it word by word.

The contract was not complicated, consisting mostly of standard clauses. Lu Guancheng understood it after a few minutes, then nodded slightly to Chen Feng and said, "Mr. Chen, there's nothing wrong with the contract itself. However, according to procedure, we need to carefully verify the authenticity and value of these collaterals."

Chen Feng nodded and replied, "Of course, please help me check it. Mr. Zhao, you don't mind, do you?"

"Of course I don't mind, please go ahead and check."

Upon hearing this, Lu Guancheng stood up, walked to the coffee table, picked up the collateral documents, and began to photograph them one by one, sending them to a professional team via WeChat for rapid online verification.

Seeing this, Chen Feng also stood up from the sofa and said to Zhao Xingrong, who was still struggling with his inner conflict, "Didn't you say there were jewelry, antiques, and paintings upstairs? Take me to see them."

That was certainly a very blunt remark.

Zhao Xingrong was taken aback at first, but then he realized what was happening and wasn't angry. He immediately nodded and said, "Okay, they're all in the safe upstairs. I'll take you there now."

So Chen Feng followed him to the study on the second floor.

The safe was hidden behind a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf; it was built-in and about the size of a single-door refrigerator, so it must have contained quite a lot of things. (End of Chapter)