“Right then, let’s set aside those matters for now. When is the company set to officially open?” Yang Yi smiled faintly, showing no concern that he was due to meet with the Commander-in-Chief of the Southern Military Region in a couple of days.
“En, the grand opening for Black Guard Film Co., Ltd. is set for noon tomorrow. I’ll hand over all the film company details to Long Yi later,” Xu Ming replied. Apparently, Xu Ming was quite fond of the film industry; after all, the man dreamed of shooting photo spreads for beautiful women—a testament to the elevated nature of his rascality.
“Boss, my Long Guard Entertainment Co., Ltd. is also ready. Let’s schedule our opening for tomorrow as well,” Ye Xiaohou stated.
“En, you’ve all done very well these past few days. Simply establishing these companies has already created quite a stir. I believe everyone is watching you now, so you must work twice as hard and strive to show me some concrete results within a month!” Yang Yi said, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
“Yes!”
“But Boss, how do you plan to handle this opening? Should we keep a low profile or...?” Ye Xiaohou posed a question that seemed to cut right to the heart of the matter.
“Hmph. Even though our companies have just been established and are only just opening, I want you all to make the noise even louder—exaggerate it so much that the entire nation knows about us!”
“Leave that to me!” Upon hearing this, Long Yi suddenly smirked, a dark expression crossing his face.
“Holy crap, I’ve never actually seen Long Yi smile before?” Fatty Lin suddenly jolted, exclaiming in disbelief.
“Uh!” Long Yi merely paused for a moment before falling silent again.
“En, hacking into major network computers is indeed a fine idea, but don't create any unnecessary trouble for yourselves, understand?” Yang Yi saw exactly what Long Yi was thinking and stated.
“As you command, Dragon Lord!” Long Yi responded.
“That’s settled then. Tomorrow, let me see what the business world of Huaxia will look like!” Yang Yi’s familiar smile had already graced his lips before he walked upstairs.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, a Japanese man was painstakingly dabbing at a Japanese woman’s face amidst obvious pain, emitting low groans—a clear indication that the man’s face had been brutally beaten to a disfigurement.
“Baka, baka!” A middle-aged Japanese man paced back and forth in the hall, his face utterly foul. Those two words kept slipping from his mouth.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm!” The man enduring the pain was none other than Nakagawashima, whom Fatty Lin had slapped countless times just a few days prior. Even after three days, his face remained severely swollen, and he couldn't even speak, illustrating the gravity of his injuries.
“You two, tell me everything about what happened that day again!” the middle-aged man roared, pointing at the two black-clad bodyguards kneeling there.
“Yes! Actually, Young Master was just about to receive those two girls when suddenly several youths appeared. They were completely unreasonable and just started beating us savagely. Most importantly, their strength was far superior to ours,” the black-clad bodyguard mumbled, glancing quickly at Nakagawashima, whose gaze was fixed on them.
“Baka! Are Huaxia people this presumptuous, daring to beat people in broad daylight?” The middle-aged man, named Nakagawa Tengun, was a businessman who controlled half of Shanghai’s economy. While shrewd in business, he appeared as dense as a mule when dealing with the situation at hand.
His immediate, explosive rage made it obvious that he had been completely misled by Nakagawashima and the bodyguards. “Baka, baka! They dared to publicly assault my son, Nakagawa Tengun’s son—he must be tired of living! Men!”
“Yes~!” An old servant entered from the doorway.
“Immediately investigate this. No matter the cost, find the people who struck my son that day! I want them to taste what it feels like to be beaten!” Nakagawa Tengun was burning with fury.
“Yes!” The old servant acknowledged and departed.
Nakagawashima, sitting on the sofa, let a sharp gleam flash in his eyes. After letting out a few muffled sounds, he pushed the Japanese woman aside, grabbed a pen and paper from the desk, wrote a few characters, and handed them to Nakagawa Tengun.
Nakagawa Tengun frowned, his square face tight, and after reading the note, he spoke grimly, “Baka, can’t you show a little more character? I told you to study hard so you could inherit the Nakagawa Group, and now you’re just causing trouble everywhere! This is Huaxia, not our Japan!”
“Mmm, mmm, mmm!” Nakagawashima grunted a few times and sulkily stomped upstairs. Heaven knows what he wrote on that slip, but it likely wasn't anything good.
However, a father is a father. When he exerts his authority, even a son must retreat sheepishly, especially a Japanese son. In Huaxia, the relationship between father and child has always maintained harmony; everything is open for discussion. By tradition, everything in Huaxia is superior to Japan’s.
Furthermore, most Japanese customs were passed down from China. That they copied them was one thing, but their current behavior was entirely too disgraceful.
“Hmph, both of you, you failed in your duties this time, so I’m deducting two months’ salary. You can leave now!” Nakagawa Tengun was indeed a businessman; even in discipline, he spoke in terms of money.
The bodyguards’ faces tightened with bitterness, but they said nothing. After standing up and leaving the hall, one of them muttered, “What do we do? Two months’ salary is gone!”
“Baka, how are you so slow-witted? If he won’t give it to us, we can ask the Young Master for it. And don’t forget, we helped the Young Master cover up his lie this time!”
“Oh, right! En, we’ll ask the Young Master for it in a couple of days! Cackle!”
“Alright, after stewing in resentment for a few days, let’s go blow off some steam tonight!” The bodyguard’s face flashed with a look that was distinctly lascivious.
“Cackle, yeah. Which joint would be more fun?”
“Is there even a question? Of course, the old spot!”
“Let’s go!”
The Japanese retained their inherently sleazy and vulgar nature, their minds constantly preoccupied with carnal acts. Yet, Nakagawa Tengun was truly enraged this time; he had already dispatched men to investigate the recent incident.
“Boss!” At that moment, a man in black entered from the doorway and addressed Nakagawa Tengun.
“What is it?”
“We received new intelligence: two companies are opening in Shanghai tomorrow!”
“Two companies opening? What kind of companies?” Nakagawa Tengun understood that if this wasn’t something significant, this man in black wouldn't have disturbed him late at night.
“One is a film company, and the other is an entertainment company. Their registered capital seems substantial, and they are opening at the exact same time tomorrow. Boss, do you think this is a coincidence...?”
“Do you have their profiles?”
“I do!” The man in black handed the documents he held to Nakagawa Tengun.
Nakagawa Tengun frowned, taking the documents and flipping through them. A moment later, he jolted abruptly. “Whose companies are these? The initial capital is one hundred million, and the reported working capital is valued at five hundred million?”
“I’m not entirely sure. I was also astonished by those figures, and all their capital is listed in US dollars!” the man in black stated gravely.
“US dollars?” Nakagawa Tengun’s eyes widened. “Prepare a congratulatory gift for tomorrow; we’ll attend their opening!”
“Boss, wouldn’t that be inappropriate, considering our current... relationship with the other party?”
“Don't worry about that. Heh heh, I’ll make a call shortly to inquire. You know the strength of our Nakagawa Group,” Nakagawa Tengun, ever the businessman, was incredibly shrewd about these matters.
Indeed, from a commercial perspective, the capital invested by these two companies was staggeringly large. A company willing to commit such vast funds must possess considerable background and power. For commercial networking purposes, establishing a good relationship was essential.
This showed that Nakagawa Tengun was no saint. Upon hearing about the imposing capital, he immediately sought to forge ties. What he didn't know was that the powerful backing he sought to connect with belonged to the very people he intended to severely punish. What expression would he wear if he knew?
############################################# The morning dawned, and bright sunlight scattered across the languid faces of the occupants. Yang Yi glanced at Feng Shi, who looked slightly exhausted beside him, a flicker of tenderness crossing his face. But then his eyes fell upon her shockingly visible, curve-inducing bosom, causing a certain part of him to rise abruptly, his eyes glazing over slightly.
“This girl is trying to seduce me, isn’t she?” Yang Yi licked his lips, rolled over, checked the alarm clock—half an hour still remained—and smiled at the sight.
Slowly, gently, he pressed his entire weight onto Feng Shi, kissing her face, then her ear, while his hands found no opportunity to rest, constantly wandering over her fair, tender skin.
“Mmm?” Feng Shi let out a soft sound and opened her eyes. Seeing him about to play a trick, she feigned protest, “Young Master, not now, we have things to do later!”
“Heh heh, don't rush, darling, we still have half an hour!” Seeing that she was awake, Yang Yi found her soft protest was enough to drive him wild. He initiated a frenzied, wet kiss, followed by the beginning of a round of intense passion.
“Damn it! Why isn’t the Boss coming down yet? We’re going to be late,” Xu Ming complained somewhat irritably.
“Will you die if you wait?” Ye Xiaohou shot him an impatient look.
“My apologies for making you wait.” Yang Yi walked down the stairs, buttoning his shirt, and approached them. “Let’s go. Today might be particularly eventful, heh heh, Shanghai is a great place!”