The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1952 Mian Zhenghe: "Do you speak Chinese? Just call me fellow villager!"

Bangkok, Chinatown

Inside a residential building, a bubbling hot pot is cooking.

Looking at the cooked pork bones inside, the people around, who had been licking their lips, began to drool.
But just then, a sound came from outside.
Turning his head in confusion, he saw Zhang Cheng, dressed in a suit, walk in.
Upon seeing Zhang Cheng appear, many people immediately stood up and bowed, saying, "Boss!"

"Sit, everyone, sit down!"

He gestured for everyone to sit down, then took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and asked, "Are you alright with your injuries?"

"It's almost done!"

Mian Zhenghe, with a broad smile, handed over a bone to Zhang Cheng.
Although his men suffered heavy casualties on this mission, Zhang Cheng was incredibly generous when it came to money.
After all, aren't they risking their lives to make money?
They all risk their lives to do things, and as long as the money is right, they will never complain!

Taking the bone, Zhang Cheng gnawed on it and said, "There's still a lot to take care of! If you don't have enough manpower here, you can bring some more people from home!"

"I'll make the call in a bit!"

When Mian Zhenghe spoke to Zhang Cheng, he also smiled.

After all, being able to help his brothers make money is a form of assistance to him!
If you're in this business, and you can't take your brothers to drive luxury cars and live in villas, what kind of boss are you?
"This time, our opponent might be someone from the peninsula!"

As Zhang Cheng spoke to Mian Zhenghe, his eyes sharpened.
Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Mian Zhenghe smiled and said, "Aren't we compatriots?"

"Haha, you're right! We're the ones on our side!"

Looking at Mian Zhenghe, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but turn his head and say, "Brother Bao!"

"Hey!"

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Jinbao went inside and threw the two duffel bags on the ground.

When Mian Zhenghe opened it, there were bright red banknotes inside, about six million!

When others witnessed this scene, they were all shocked.
Because this "boss" is really generous; he really gives money!

"This is six million, and there's another six million to come. I won't treat my brothers unfairly!"

While gnawing on a bone, Zhang Cheng looked at Mian Zhenghe with a broad smile.
"Crack!"

After locking the clasp, Mian Zhenghe didn't count the money carefully, because he trusted that Zhang Cheng wouldn't deceive him.

The year 2000, twelve million—what does that mean?
That's enough for everyone here to go back and receive around a million!
In a place like Yanbian, one million yuan is enough not only to buy a house, but also to build a manor or villa.
This is what it truly means to get rich!

After discussing the next steps with Mian Zhenghe, Zhang Cheng got up and left.
Wiping his greasy hands clean, Zhang Cheng said to Mian Zhenghe, "Everyone except the doctor, keep your hands clean!"

"I see!"

Nodding to Zhang Cheng, Mian Zhenghe revealed a bright smile.

Back in the car, Jinbao looked at Zhang Cheng and said, "Brother Cheng, do we really trust him that much? What if he takes the money and runs away?"

Just as Jinbao finished speaking, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, he won't, and I have complete faith in him!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng say that, Jinbao didn't say anything more.

After all, Jinbao and others now own shares in the Far East Group, and Mian Zhenghe is essentially doing things for them.

"By the way, has the money been sent back home?"

Addressing Jinbao, Zhang Cheng lit a cigar and began to inquire.

"It's already been sent back, but the company doesn't have much cash left in its accounts!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Jinbao began to explain.
Having just acquired "Hongtai Group," their cash flow is somewhat strained.
After all, Zhang Cheng hadn't found any money from Hongtai; he was just relying on the company's accounts to stay afloat! However, after taking out this six million, Far East Group's funds were almost depleted!
Hearing Jinbao's words, Zhang Cheng rubbed his temples and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it soon!"

Five days later, a hidden warehouse was suddenly attacked.
When the Yanbian people, carrying axes and various weapons, stormed in, the doctors who were performing surgery inside were dumbfounded.
Upon hearing them speak familiar language, he immediately shouted, "Stop! Stop! We're on the same side!"

"You bastards, who says we're one of your own? Do you even speak Chinese? Just call us fellow countrymen!"

With a backhand swing of the axe, he chopped down on the opponent's head, causing Mian Zhenghe to spit out saliva.

"Kill them!"

He kicked the other person, then took out his axe and roared fiercely.

Just over ten minutes later, the people in the surrounding area had been mostly cleared away.
Seeing the trembling doctor, Mian Zhenghe took out his phone with his blood-stained hands and began making a call.
"Drip drip!"

Picking up the phone, Zhang Cheng looked at the caller ID and said, "It's me!"

"The people here have all been dealt with, but what about the doctors? There were still a few left, and one of them, who was blind to the danger, got killed by me!"

When asked by Zhang Cheng, Mian Zhenghe also inquired about the matter.
Because he could tell that this place seemed to be a "talent" base, a place specifically responsible for retrieving parts.
"Doctor, I'll have someone take you away. You guys should leave first!"

Zhang Cheng began to explain as he spoke into the phone to Mian Zhenghe.
After all, he also needs his own "medical team".
Since they've come all the way to South Asia's largest underground transit hub, how could Zhang Cheng possibly refuse?
Do you really think he's some kind of "saint"?

Don't forget, he's a shrewd businessman, he just doesn't mess with his own people!

As for those who fall into his hands, well, I can only apologize, after all, people are the most expensive "items" in the world!
"Ah, I know!"

After hanging up the phone, Mian Zhenghe licked his lips and said, "Take them all away!"

In a five-star hotel in Bangkok,
Upon learning of the successive attacks on his factory, Hong Wengang clutched his heart in anger.
He was already furious about the "Hongtai" incident, and now he's even lost his factory. It's a miracle he didn't "ascend to heaven" on the spot!
"Damn it, who is it? Who's going against me?!"

With an angry roar, Hong Wengang's eyes gradually turned bloodshot.

Hong Wengang took out his phone and dialed the number.

Inside a prison, the warden, sitting in his office, opened a drawer, took out the phone, and said, "It's me, boss!"

"My factory is gone, do you know that?"

As he addressed Gao Jin, Hong Wengang's face was filled with anger.

"I only found out after you told me!"

Speaking softly, Gao Jin was still very respectful to Hong Wengang, after all, he was his savior!
"How's things going with Hongtai? Has it been resolved yet?"

Seeing that Gao Jin was unaware, Hong Wengang inquired about something else, since he desperately needed Hong Tai's old connections.

"I've already spoken to them, but the person who's taking over Hongtai is a tough nut to crack! They've spoken to the higher-ups!"

When Gao Jin spoke to Hong Wengang, he clearly knew who was behind the Far East Group!

"Damn it, why is nothing going right?!"

He spoke angrily, and despite trying to suppress his rage, Hong Wengang couldn't help but burst into a string of curses.

After thinking for a moment, Hong Wengang said softly, "You talk to Hong Tai. I can give them whatever it takes to get them to hand over the channels. I'll take care of the rest!"

"Understood, boss, I'll contact them!"

When Gao Jin spoke to Hong Wengang, he felt a headache coming on.
After all, the Far East Group is not Hong Tai now. Although he defeated Liu Huaqiang with his fists last time, if they really fought, neither side would necessarily benefit.
However, he couldn't refuse his boss's orders!

(End of this chapter)