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Chapter 129 I am Zhao Guancai

in the living room.

Wu Yun sat on the sofa, listening to two lawyers explain the specifics of the debt.

The mink triangular piece sat quietly in the owner's arms, serving as a decorative object.

"...This Mr. Lu Renfeng borrowed 30 million yuan from your father before his death."

Hearing this, Wu Yun relaxed slightly.

It turns out someone owed the old man money!

The sable triangular piece in Wu Yun's arms also caught his eye.

I'm already frowning, thinking about how to help my boss collect the debt!

"...At that time, the contract stipulated that 50 million would be returned to your father after five years."

"If he cannot repay the loan in five years, then transfer 70 percent of his cannery shares to your father."

"The repayment date is actually next year."

Unfortunately, Mr. Lu Renfeng passed away a week ago.

"According to the contract terms, his estate was divided, and the shares of the cannery went entirely to your father."

"Now that your father has passed away, all the shares in the cannery will belong to you."

The lawyer took out a thick stack of documents from his briefcase, selected the debt contract from that year and Lu Renfeng's death certificate, and showed them to Wu Yun.

Wu Yun paused for a moment, then took the document.

"A cannery?"

"Shares?"

He instinctively became wary; could this be a trap?

Does the cannery have debts?
Is there a funding gap?
He saw Lu Renfeng's death certificate, and noticed that the man had a fat head and big ears, with a large mole with hair next to his nose that looked like a rivet.

……

Shangjing Gesen Grand Hotel.

In the conference room on the seventh floor.

A group of middle-aged men in suits sat around a conference table, leaving the three seats in the center empty, and were chatting.

Do you think the big boss behind the scenes will come?

"Should I?"

"Damn it, I can't take it anymore! The bastard who supplied me before, he has stock today but not tomorrow, he has plenty today but not the day after, he's so unreliable!"

"I only found out later that they were collecting some kind of spiritual energy to exchange for goods with the big boss behind them."

"These useless fools, is it really that hard to collect this spiritual energy?"

"I haven't been able to contact the old man who used to supply me for four days in a row."

"I only found out later that he was killed by the Unnatural Bureau!"

"That's right. When it comes to doing business, you have to find the source boss and talk to the big boss directly!"
"The more intermediaries there are, the thinner and more unstable the profit margin becomes!"

The man sitting at the end of the conference table was fat and had a large mole next to his nose that looked like a rivet. He was none other than Lu Renfeng, who should have been dead!

He listened carefully, straining his ears to hear the conversations of various business owners, trying to learn more.

The skinny guy next to him nudged his arm.

"Hey buddy, aren't you Lao Lu from Taidong Flying Fish Canned Food Factory? I saw you at an industry summit!"

Lu Renfeng stared at the skinny man for a moment, then grinned.

"Hey buddy, it's you!"

"I didn't recognize you just now!"
"Are you here too?"

The skinny man nodded.

"This business is much more profitable than running a cannery!"

……

Wu Yun's living room became lively.

He Lanqi from the foundation, Lao Cui, the office director, and Lao Lu, the supervisor, all came, along with the foundation's professional accountant and lawyer, to discuss the details of the takeover with the other party's lawyer.

He Lanqi was beaming with excitement.

"President, this is truly a pleasant surprise!"
"Currently, the cannery appears to be operating very smoothly, with a sound financial situation, no debt, and no outstanding orders."

"Ten tons of inventory in the warehouse is not too much."

"Most importantly, the canned braised pork, canned preserved mustard greens with pork belly, canned pork knuckle... these are all emergency supplies, and they have great potential in the future!" Office Director Lao Cui was already making phone calls to book a restaurant to treat the two lawyers who had come from afar to a proper meal.

Wu Yun sat on the sofa, feeling a sense of unreality.

"What I wished for came true... I was just thinking about investing in a real business, and then a meat cannery was handed to me outright?"

……

Inside the conference room, the bosses were having a lively conversation.

But then the door was pushed open, and a hooded boy peeked in, carried a potted sapling, and went straight to the head of the conference table.

The fierce boss, whose face was covered in scars, immediately curled his lip.

"Where did this child come from?"

"Get out!"

The next moment, the potted sapling trembled slightly, and a branch swelled, grew larger, and extended, flying out like a python!

The flower on the branch swallowed the scarred man's head. The petals closed, and with a "plop," it ate the head whole.

The branch retracted.

The flower closed.

Blood spurted from the scarred man's neck, and the body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

No one spoke in the meeting room.

Lu Renfeng was sweating profusely when he saw a boss next to the main seat stand up and greet the young man with a big smile, bowing and scraping.

"Big boss, it's you!"

"Hahahaha, it's all our fault for being a bunch of fools who didn't recognize a great man!"
"Please have a seat!"

Song Xiaowei glanced at him and saw that he was splattered with blood, but his face was not red and he was not out of breath. Instead, he smiled warmly and sincerely. He really seemed like a person.

"Everyone, don't just stand there like idiots! Let's give a round of applause and welcome our big boss to his seat!"

Blah blah blah...

A wave of applause immediately erupted in the conference room.

Song Xiaowei smiled and sat down in the main seat.

"Okay, everyone, don't rush."

Tell me why you called me here.

“If you don’t speak well, you will all die like him.”

The applause subsided.

The boss, who had just stood up, grinned and began to introduce himself.

"We are all business people at this table."

"The reason for inviting you here is naturally to discuss business."

"We can provide you with spiritual energy."

He snapped his fingers together.

Inside the conference room, a pale-faced waiter, trembling, immediately pushed out a small cart.

The cart was filled with two large buckets of corpse tears!

Having seen corpse tears many times, Song Xiaowei knew at a glance that there were at least three liters of spiritual energy in those two large buckets!

The boss, who had just gotten up, only then revealed his name.

"My name is Zhao Guancai. I used to work in real estate, but now I specialize in spiritual energy. I'm here to be your downline, to make money for you, and to get a piece of your pie."

"This amount of spiritual energy is only what I can obtain in a single day."

"The other bosses here, even if they can't get this much, their production capacity is about the same."

"Boss, are you satisfied?"

Song Xiaowei sat in his chair, scanning everyone at the conference table. He looked at their expressions and saw that they didn't seem too flustered, so they probably weren't just bragging.

Only then did he truly laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, good, Boss Zhao Guancai, you're definitely not an ordinary person, you're quite something!"

Only then did the tense atmosphere in the conference room dissipate.

The bosses all breathed a sigh of relief and grinned.

Song Xiaowei placed the potted plant on the table and controlled it to extend its roots to absorb the spilled blood nearby.

(End of this chapter)