The Improper Strategy of Yandere

Those who hold power are the top priority in He Xiao's plan. He has many ways to make money, and it is not difficult to make hundreds of thousands or millions.

But the really big businesses were not open to him.

This was not money that he could earn by predicting the future. If he really went for it anyway, he would end up like the forty thieves in Arabian Nights, who died without a burial place because of their greed.

To put it simply - He Xiao needed the protection of a big shot, and fortunately he met Zheng Xueyuan.

If it weren't for her identity and connections, He Xiao would have had little interest in dealing with this ghost-fearing young lady.

Protecting his secrets and creating benefits for him were what Miss Zheng promised when she called me last time. Now it seems that she has done a good job, greatly accelerating the growth of her assets.

Zheng Xueyuan said carefully: "Second uncle is very grateful for my reminder and called me to thank me. Hehe... You don't know how harsh his words were a few days ago. He laughed at me and asked if I had asked a ghost to know the answer."

"Grandma didn't react. She's very old. Maybe she doesn't have much energy to deal with this matter. He Xiao? Do you have any plans for the next step?"

"Of course, but now is not the time, Zheng Xueyuan." He Xiao smiled and said, "You did a great job and executed the plan perfectly. Thank you..."

"Haha... there's no need to be like this. Aren't we friends?" Zheng Xueyuan said playfully yet seriously, leaving He Xiao a little stunned.

The word "friend" means a lot to him. To be honest... Zheng Xueyuan is not worthy of being compared with those good friends, such as Teacher Zheng Fujin, Classmate Liu Sheng, etc.

Was he a little too cold-blooded? Treating a young lady who helped him make money like this... He Xiao had just come up with this thought in his mind, and his eyes fell on Sister Xi who was sitting opposite him and eating.

Sister Xi Nanfeng cannot stand up. If I cannot complete the clinical application of cutting-edge medical technology within ten years, she will face the risk of amputation.

He needs money and skills, not good friends, at least not now. He is not strong enough. No matter how friendly Miss Zheng Xueyuan is, she is not one of his own after all, but a member of the Zheng family.

"Yes! We are good friends." He Xiao said enthusiastically, but his smile was only directed at his sister Xi Nanfeng.

"I will tell you about the next plan in a few days. Just wait to become the Grand Archon of Lan Fang. Then you won't be afraid of the evil spirits that haunt you."

After hanging up the phone, He Xiao washed the dishes. When he came out, he saw the older sister put a pile of bedding and cushions on her legs, pushed the wheelchair to the washing machine and stuffed them in.

"So many things to wash?" He Xiao asked knowingly, and smiled as he helped her hold the mattress. The mattress was filled with a wet and fishy smell mixed with sweat, body odor, and sticky marks of erosion.

"It's all your fault, Xiaoxiao! You like to hold me and run around everywhere!" Xi Nanfeng's face turned red, and she whined coquettishly.

Last night she was sometimes in a daze and sometimes quite lucid. Combining the scenes, she could roughly recreate in her mind the heart-racing situation and lament the terrible chaos.

She was so confused that she agreed to everything Xiaoxiao said!

"Hey..." He Xiao put his chin in the crook of her neck and kissed the corner of her mouth affectionately: "Let me carry Sister Xi and run now. In a few years, Sister Xi will be able to run around by herself."

Xi Nanfeng paused while grabbing the quilt. She had heard the phone call just now. She knew that the older boy had brought good news again, and she felt happy for him as if he felt the same way.

Now He Xiao blurted out that it was all because of his illness... Xi Nanfeng felt his upper limbs, which had just regained consciousness, become a little weak, and he gently tilted his head and kissed back, murmuring.

"Xiao Xiao is the best... um~ let's do it again tonight... um——"

The best Xiao Xiao still had a lot of things to do. In the afternoon, he went to the Internet cafe after a long time. Although it was daytime, he looked visibly more desolate.

Many bad guys were taken into custody. This time, under the supervision of the Zheng family, the steward took ruthless measures and almost wiped out the old city's long-standing ills.

Now you can still see official cars speeding by on the streets. They are checking on those "bad guys" who have been reported, but the real gang members have long disappeared.

The gray and black industrial cluster in Fuqiu has come to an end.

But it is too early to completely eliminate these parasites. Only education, employment and family can completely eradicate the soil that breeds crime.

The Internet cafe owner complained that business was bad, and He Xiao just smiled and agreed, and asked the owner to open a private room for him.

Not long after, Huangmao - or Gao Haibo, knocked on the door and came in hurriedly. The originally thin bad boy had shaved off all his dyed yellow hair, leaving only a few thorns.

The bald head looked like a stunted potato. He Xiao pointed at the gaming chair and asked him to sit down: "How is it? Has the steward looked for you?"

"Yeah!" Gao Haibo responded with a heavy breath, his eyes full of gratitude and relief: "Thanks to you, He Xiao, I was able to find them in advance and get the letter of understanding."

The stewardess set up a special investigation team in the old city to conduct inspections everywhere. Whenever someone reported something, they would bring the person in for confrontation and investigation.

The former bad guy was called by the steward more than once, but each time he was able to produce a letter of apology and calm down the matter which could have been a big deal or a small matter.

Chapter 210 A way out

"So... He Xiao, can I go back to the studio to work?" Gao Haibo asked anxiously. He Xiao was very generous and gave him a considerable salary and profit share.

At the beginning, this studio was full of his brothers. In a sense, it was a small studio set up by He Xiao with the money and he provided the manpower.

The profit was acceptable because the tall and heroic young man in front of him did not over-exploit the company. Instead, he generously gave away most of the profits to his employees.

This allowed their makeshift team to operate normally, but Gao Haibo was very clear... the original cooperative relationship had broken down.

Most of the bad people in the studio have disappeared. They were either kicked out by themselves or lost their trace during the inspection by the stewards.

Instead, they are replaced by some marginalized people in the old city, lonely elderly people, school dropouts, disabled people... and recently there seem to be more fallen women.

He Xiao gave them the job, which also meant that Gao Haibo had completely lost his status as a partner - no one listened to him anymore.

"Yes! Work." He Xiao smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and said in a tone that left no room for doubt: "But not in Fuqiu, I have a more important task for you to do."

To be honest, he didn't like the "bad guys" who were a factor of social instability. He helped them in the beginning only because the old city couldn't do without these local tyrants.

But now the environment has changed. These gangster-like characters will be spit on by people they know when they walk on the street. How can Gao Haibo still dream that things can be the same as before?

He Xiao has cleared out all the hooligans in the studio and has completely completed the transformation. It is no longer the shelter for dropouts and bad boys, and most of the people who have been replaced are marginalized people in society.

Simply put, they are the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled. He Xiao not only wants to obtain the title of "Advanced Support Enterprise" officially awarded by Lan Fang, but also because they are isolated from society and are more likely to develop a sense of dependence.

Compared with bad people, they will cherish the job they have and obey the rules and plans more.

Apart from the mechanical and repetitive game leveling content, the employees' main task is actually to search for materials and news on the Internet for themselves - this is very important.

His influence is growing rapidly, like a butterfly's wings that can create a hurricane. The more things he changes, the more unreliable his memory of the future becomes. No one can be sure how great the inertia of history is.

He Xiao must compare the information he has collected with the memories in his mind to ensure that everything is under his control, and then make adjustments to the strategy.

This is his most important capital, and its value cannot be calculated by wealth.

As for Gao Haibo? He Xiao tapped on the computer, pointed to a map and said, "Do you know Ceylon? This is your new workplace."

Ceylon is a small island southeast of the South Asian subcontinent. It is independent but weak and was one of the first small countries to collapse in the face of the economic crisis.

"Here on a business trip?" The street thug who dropped out of school obviously couldn't understand, until he swiped the screen to figure out where the island was, then he shouted in fear.

"Go abroad! What would I do there? And I don't even speak a foreign language!"

"Then go and learn." He Xiao slammed the table heavily, his face cold and indifferent: "Knowledge changes destiny. You dropped out of junior high school, what do you think you can do?"

It wasn't the first time that Gao Haibo was mocked for his education, but he still stiffened his neck and blushed as he defended himself: "The studio... I manage it well, don't I?"

He Xiao interrupted him mercilessly: "You just call a bunch of hooligans gathering together to laugh and play games management."

Throwing a report in front of him, he sneered and said, "Look for yourself. The people I'm employing now are the trash you used to look down upon."

"What's the result? The number of employees hasn't increased, but the work efficiency has doubled. There hasn't been a single case of private orders in the past half month, and the rate of favorable comments has increased by 30%."

Gao Haibo flipped through the documents unwillingly, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he hunched his back in frustration - there was nothing to deny, the gangsters lost to the real workers in terms of efficiency.

The skinny man in front of him was frustrated and frustrated. He Xiao's expression eased. He had already given Gao Haibo a wake-up call. Now it was his turn to speak softly.

"Don't just look at the difficulties. The benefits of going to Ceylon are equally amazing."

He Xiao patted his shoulder and raised a finger: "I'll give you 500,000 yuan. For the first month, it will not only be your funding but also your salary."

"Your mission is to go to Colombo, the capital of Ceylon, and gain a foothold on the streets there." Looking at Gao Haibo's horrified expression, He Xiao smiled indifferently.

"Open a shop, form an association, or even work for others. Whatever you do, you should gain a foothold in the local middle and lower class circles."

"But I'm alone." Gao Haibo had too many reasons. Five hundred thousand a month was certainly tempting, but the language barrier, weak strength, and being thousands of miles away from home were all concerns.

"A lot of people." He Xiao smiled mysteriously. "Many people working in the gray and black industries in the old city are unemployed. They are bad guys who are to be exiled in Lan Fang, but they are actually good citizens in the chaotic Ceylon."

"Either promise me that I will enroll you in a three-month English intensive course and then bring your men to make a fortune, or get out now and continue to be a street thug."

He Xiao didn't give him much time to think and threw out a registration form for the oral tutoring class. There were still many more in it, which would be distributed to the unemployed "good citizens" in the old city.

This summer, many junior high school students will sit in the same classroom with muscular gang members to study English.

Ceylon is a very small island country. It is not uncommon to see the rich living in luxury and the poor struggling in slums.

But its location is very critical. Ceylon is located in the middle of the Indian Ocean, where Africa, the Near East, South Asia and the Far East meet.

The influence can radiate to the entire Indian Ocean coast through here, which is the top priority of He Xiao’s next plan.

The financial crisis affecting the whole world is about to begin. He must seize the opportunity in this crisis and take over the neural repair technology unit abandoned by Lan Fang Academy of Sciences.

The advancement of medical technology requires huge amounts of money. He Xiao must be prepared to invest hundreds of millions or even billions of dollars in the project, and the investment in the middle and late stages will definitely not be less than this figure.

It is incredibly difficult to raise this amount of money. It is easy for He Xiao to turn tens of thousands into millions, but turning 30 million into hundreds of millions is simply not that difficult.

He Xiao needs money, and the most profitable business in the world is Lu Buwei's rare goods - investing in the future of a country's rise and fall.

Chapter 211 I Really Didn’t Cheate on the Girl

Financial crisis, a word that can make politicians despair and oligarchs cry, represents the intensification of contradictions and the collapse of all stable order.

As far as He Xiao knows, in the future financial crisis, the entire Indian Ocean coast will be filled with grief, and one after another will fall like dominoes in the midst of the deafening wave.

All international capital is trying desperately to escape from these densely populated areas with complex conflicts, for fear of losing all their money as order collapses.

There are billions of people living along the Indian Ocean coast, and heroes and brave men are emerging one after another. The winner today may lose his head and his entire clan may be exterminated the next day.

No one can predict who will be the champion of the chicken-eating contest...Except He Xiao, he knows that many "rare goods" are now unknown or even imprisoned.

Lu Buwei spent all his gold to escort Qin's hostage Zichu back to his country to help him ascend the throne. He was eventually made a marquis and appointed prime minister, with three thousand retainers and tens of thousands of slaves.

He Xiao's ambition is not that big, but there is no doubt that this is the most lucrative business in the world - rare goods can be valuable, and he is investing in the future of billions of people, and the returns will be unimaginable.

"My family..." Gao Haibo took a few deep breaths and stammered while holding the thin registration form. His dream was to let his disappointed father know that he was not a bastard, but the reality was that he himself was not up to the standard.

"Your family doesn't like you at all." He Xiao stood up and said nonchalantly, "You have caused them a lot of trouble. You are a disaster in their eyes."

"Let me guess. When you went home for the New Year, they didn't want you to come in contact with children, and they didn't bother to pay attention to you? Is that right?"

Gao Haibo lowered his head in shame, the printed paper in his hand almost tore into pieces, and he took a deep breath and said, "He Xiao, I believe in you. I must make a name for myself."

Watching him sign the English tutoring registration form, He Xiao nodded silently. There were many people willing to work hard for money, so he was not worried about not being able to find people to help him.

But he prefers people with a sense of honor and disgrace. Gao Haibo is in his prime, and he is familiar with him. He has been working on the streets for many years and is not a fool.

It's a difficult task, but it's still possible to drive a nail into Ceylon.

He Xiao said goodbye to him and was on his way back when he arrived at the gate of the community. He happened to see two uniformed stewards questioning a clerk in a canteen.

"Does He Xiao live here?" "Have you seen these two girls come to see him?" Two operators, one old and one young, asked questions in unison.

The clerk at the store at the door was a half-grown child from a resident's family in the community. He stared at the two service officers warily and responded in a perfunctory manner.

Looking for myself... He Xiao was not afraid of his own shadow because he was upright. He walked into the store silently, pretending to look for snacks. He turned sideways and gave the clerk a look that said "you know".

The child's eyes lit up. He took the photo that the steward showed him, and kept making noises to delay time. He Xiao took out two bags of snacks and walked to the counter. He recognized them as Apple and Pear's ID photos at a glance.

The photo should be taken last year. Pear has a student-style bob haircut and slightly frowned eyebrows. Apple has short hair and a blank look in her eyes that is full of unhappiness.

What's going on? He Xiao's heartbeat quickened slightly, and he pretended to be surprised with a tense expression: "I know these two girls, what happened to them?"

"Oh...it's okay. It seems that I was cheated by a man named He Xiao." The talkative young operator said with a wry smile while scratching his head.

"The disabled insurer reported the case to us, saying that two silly girls were seduced by this guy..."

The middle-aged steward stepped on the young operator's foot and glared at him, "Stop talking... Young man, do you know He Xiao? His home is here, right?"

"I am He Xiao." The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes said honestly, "I really didn't deceive the feelings of the two girls."

Of course, he couldn't have the final say on this matter. He Xiao called Sister Xi Nanfeng and told her that he would be back later. Then he followed the two operators to the medical station.

"Brother, you are really awesome." The young operator was flipping through the materials. Every year, the sisters Jian Li and Jian Ping would go to the disability insurance program to submit the materials.

The two sisters are not very old and both have some intellectual problems - the most important thing is that they are both very beautiful, which makes people feel pity for them.

The young operator narrowed his eyes to hide his disgust: "He Xiao, right? You just admitted that you were in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with them, right?"

"Yes, they are all my girlfriends." He Xiao could hear the hostility in his words, but he didn't care. The young steward's reckless sense of justice did not make him feel embarrassed, but rather a little amused.

The old steward who was driving the car coughed twice and interrupted the young man: "Don't make any judgments. Explain it to your face and we will deal with it appropriately."

The old steward has been in the business for more than ten years and knows that many cases that seem to be settled may have other hidden stories. Nothing that happens in this world will surprise people.

The most important thing is... the old steward knows very well what kind of people those people in the Disabled Persons Protection Association are.

The official car drove into the narrow cement road and turned two corners before arriving in front of the medical station. The three-story building was hidden in a lush green ivy, and a grape trellis was built with iron pipes and concrete in the yard.

The bunches of grapes have turned from green to purple-red. Each grape is large and plump, hanging heavily among the layers of green leaves.

Five young men and women wearing red baseball caps were enjoying the cool under the grape trellis. They moved a few folding stools to sit on and fan themselves, while persuading each other.