Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

Xiangqian was stranded in Hong Kong.After thinking about it again and again, he finally made up his mind to make a deep layout in Japan through the Yashida Group.

This bright opportunity is there, and the benefits that can be brought after success are also a huge temptation; I really don't want to give it a try.

When calling Zheng Xian, he spoke forward about his plan, and then he heard a sigh on the other side.

"I said no, why don't you stop doing it?" Zheng Xian rubbed his brows, feeling a headache.

It is one thing for a company to invest overseas, but it is another to purposely intervene in the political circles of the investing country and seek influence.

You can see that every time the Yankees run for election, the candidates try to get donations from companies; but which candidate dares to openly accept money from Chinese or Russian companies?

This kind of thing is very sensitive; outsiders are not qualified to participate in some political games.

But Qianqian was planning to intervene to try, but Zheng Xian was not easy to manage.

"The desire for capital expansion is unstoppable; these political textbooks should have taught them all. Uncle Xian, you must not be a fish that slipped through the nine-year compulsory education?" Xiang Qiang said with a smile.

Zheng Xian said angrily: "The textbook also said that you will sell nooses one day in the future, why don't you sell me one now, and I will strangle you to death, you little bastard!"

"Don't worry, don't worry..." The courage to move forward through the phone has grown a lot, "Uncle Xian, when you are in a hurry and want to hang yourself into the river, I will pick a strong one for you with my own hands-it will break no matter how hard you struggle. The kind that won’t work.”

Xiangqian thinks he is a filial child.

"Get out!" Zheng Xian couldn't help exhorting after scolding angrily, "Do what you can, I can't help you if something goes wrong with this matter."

Xiangqian deliberately asked: "Then if I really pave the road, won't you use it in the future?"

"What are you talking about?" Zheng Xian pretended to be angry, "Uncle Xian, how can I dislike something you sincerely respect?"

These two performed "uncle, kindness and nephew filial piety" through the strength of the phone.

He stretched his ugly face forward: "I still have to work for nothing? I didn't even ask you for a salary as a technical consultant."

"You need a salary. It's agreed. I'm on the job, six insurances and one housing fund; five days off and two days off, but I have to work overtime voluntarily. Food and lodging are also negotiable. Do you want to come?" Zheng Xian was fluent as if he had rehearsed like.

Xiangqian hung up the phone on the spot.

Volunteer to work overtime?

Bah, I, a real capitalist, have no black hearts like yours.

Think about it or forget it; being a technical consultant is also very good.Consultants, consultants, ask questions; one question and one answer, or no answer after the question.

If we really get a formal establishment, it will really fall into the hands of Uncle Xian. By then, we still expect to have a peaceful life, can't we?

The purpose of staying in Hong Kong forward is to wait for the official signing team of Yashida Group.The legal departments of both parties are in full swing to finalize the details of the contract.

This time, Yashida Shingen took out 20.00% of the equity at one time, which is considered very sincere.

Not only has the Yashida family’s absolute shareholding in the group been reduced to a relative majority, but the ratio of 20.00% is just below the psychological red line acceptable to the Japanese government and Congress.

Yashida Shingen took the initiative to do a good job in the Japanese Diet.

Of course, the price factor is also an important point that has to be mentioned.At the current stock market price to purchase the shares of Yashida Group, it is two-thirds lower than the price before the turmoil broke out.

Based on the ratio of 20.00%, the difference is about 350 billion to 400 billion-here we are talking about US dollars.

If it weren't for such a low price, Xiangqian might not be able to come up with enough funds for the acquisition all at once.

Before signing the contract, some gossip had begun to spread faintly in the market, but most people were still skeptical.

He didn't worry about going forward; he had made up his mind, and if something went wrong, he would just slap him and throw his hands away.

Just like he reminded Yashida Shingen before: "Some words are too full and can't be rounded, and the result will only be worse."

If Yashida Shingen is confused, let him fend for himself.

But what Xiangqian didn't expect was that the wind blowing in the stock market did not cause any fluctuations in the stock price, but brought an unexpected visitor.

"What's his name?" Xiangqian asked the front desk of the opposite company while holding the microphone.

"He said his name is Yoshioka Shin." Facing the company's big boss, the well-known son-in-law, the voice of the beautiful woman at the front desk sounded very sweet, as if it was deliberately modulated.

"one person?"

"Just one person."

Xiangqian was a little confused: "Okay, I'll send someone down to pick him up."

"How dare this old monster come to see me blatantly?"

Xiangqian was puzzled at first, but soon came back to his senses.

That's right, this person should have come here for the gossip about his cooperation with the Yashida Group.

It is estimated that in his opinion, he is just a businessman, and at most he was launched as a thug against the Yashida Group because he has some official background; he doesn't know the many layers of identities behind him.

It would be too embarrassing to expect the leader of a criminal organization to figure out things that Nick Fury couldn't figure out for a while—even if the criminal organization had existed for hundreds of years.

I just don't know what expression this Kunlun traitor will have when he finds that the person he is facing has a strong Kunlun spirit.

At the same time, on the outer hill of Yoshioka Shin's Japanese-style garden, two furtive figures wandered all the way to the edge of the valley.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, you can have a panoramic view of traditional Japanese buildings, large and small, in the valley—but neither of these two people can see them.

The sloppy stick and Matt, who took off the Daredevil equipment, touched the gate of Yoshioka Shin's base camp without anyone knowing it.

"Are you sure it's here?" Matt listened attentively, and the "village" at the foot of the mountain seemed unusually quiet.

"Of course;" Stick's tone was flat, "This is the root of evil, the source of darkness, and the Zhenchun Society has tried to destroy this place more than once."

The old man was always talking, giving people an unfathomable feeling; but Matt, who was very familiar with him, had long been unmoved.

Although there are many buildings in the valley, there are basically no pedestrians on the roads in the village, and there are even very few people talking.Occasionally heard a few conversations, but also softly, and extremely short.

This unusual quietness convinced Matt already.

"I didn't hear any conversations about the Hand," Matt said of what he had overheard.

The old man seemed to be holding a pearl of wisdom: "Of course, there may not be a few real living people in this village; the Hand doesn't need them to speak, they just need to obey."

"Wait, there is a car coming from outside the valley."

The two people on the top of the mountain immediately bent down and hid in the grass.

Two off-road vehicles went straight into the valley and stopped at the entrance of the central courtyard.

A slender, stern-faced young woman in a tight coat got out of the car.

Someone came out to greet them, and the two sides only exchanged a few words, but Matt, who was listening all he could, changed his expression drastically.

"Erica?"