Is this what a zombie is?

142. Mutual praise in business

The fervent mobilization meeting came to a temporary end, and Zhao Hongyuan pushed open the door and walked into Feng Yingjun's office.

"Hey, what's the wind blowing today that brought President Zhao here?"

"Old Feng, I won't beat around the bush with you. I'm here today to show you how to do a big business deal."

Zhao Hongyuan got straight to the point, stating his purpose for coming.

"Heh, big business." Feng Yingjun sneered. "When Boss Zhao was making money through shady dealings, he never thought of me as his brother, never considered bringing me along. Why is he being so kind as to share some of the profits with me today?"

"Oh, I see. Mr. Zhao, you've run into a tough nut to crack. You can't handle it all by yourself, can you?"

"No, no, no, you're wrong. It's not that I can't eat it, it's that I can't eat it all by myself."

Zhao Hongyuan leaned closer and said in a low voice.

"This is a super, unprecedentedly fat sheep."

"His face exudes wealth and nobility. Although I couldn't deduce his destiny, my intuition tells me that his destiny is the most noble among all the people I've ever met, beyond measure."

"Even if we could obtain all of their destiny and fortune, just a portion of it would be enough to ensure we'd be set for life for ten lifetimes. Why bother continuing to engage in these shady dealings and work so hard?"

Feng Yingjun's eyes flickered, and he did not immediately express his opinion.

Zhao Hongyuan's smile turned cold as he saw through the other person's thoughts.

"What, are you planning to become the Venerable One's loyal dog?"

"Feng Yingjun, stop pretending. Others may not know, but don't I know you well? You're an ungrateful wretch. Given the chance, you'll definitely be the first to turn on your master and bite off a big chunk of flesh."

"Besides, this place has been targeted for a long time. If we don't take this opportunity to make one last quick buck and run away, we'll all be doomed sooner or later."

Feng Yingjun just sneered, without saying a word or refuting, which was considered an admission of Zhao Hongyuan's statement.

He had helped many of the people the foundation sent to investigate, so how could he not know the situation?

Given the current situation, they should make plans as soon as possible.

On one side is immense wealth, and on the other is a crisis that is closing in step by step.

Once the thought of running away arises, it grows wildly and becomes impossible to resist.

He was silent for a moment.

This can be considered an acceptance of the plan.

"When are you planning to make your move?"

Inside the hotel suite, the question echoed clearly.

Ai Yi and Jiang Chen listened to the other's entire plan without making a sound.

They exchanged a glance, a single look was enough; that was their unspoken understanding.

Remain still and let the enemy's plan unfold.

All they need to do is wait quietly for these two self-proclaimed hunters to walk into the trap, and then they can catch them like turtles in a jar.

"Your Excellency..."

Ai repeated the word, her brows furrowing slightly.

"It seems that Zhao Hongyuan and Feng Yingjun are just small fry, or rather, they're already prepared to betray us and run away. The real big fish is the Venerable One hiding behind them."

Jiang Chen was not surprised at all by this.

He leaned against the window, looking down at the urban village, its landscape distorted by the night and neon lights.

"The Foundation's intelligence has already mentioned that it is a mature and large organization. The real big boss is well hidden and it is normal that he will not show up so soon. Otherwise, the Foundation would not have lost so many people."

"I just don't know what kind of person this Venerable One is, or if he is the one who communicates with the Five Gods."

If that's the case, then things become simpler.

Jiang Chen slowly raised his head and stared at the dark cloud of negative energy that shrouded the urban village, churning endlessly. His gaze seemed to want to see right through it.

Unfortunately, his ability to observe qi has its limits; at least for now, he can't see anything more.

"Stop watching, you've had a long day, go to sleep early."

Time passed quietly and peacefully, and the night passed without incident.

Over the next two days, Zhao Hongyuan and Feng Yingjun did not rush to take action. Instead, they showed great enthusiasm, treating Ai Yi, this super fat sheep, as an honored guest and extending the utmost hospitality.

They wandered around, looking here and there, and did their best to satisfy whatever Ai Yi needed.

That morning, a relatively spacious open space in the urban village was bustling with people.

Zhao Hongyuan is holding his charity event again. His event schedule is very stable, almost once a month.

Several long tables were pushed together, piled high with bags of rice and buckets of cooking oil.

Ultimately, the purpose of life is to make three meals a day and toil for basic necessities like firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea.

Therefore, the most practical way to do charity is to directly send oil and grain. If that's not possible, you can also send some eggs.

Zhao Hongyuan personally took charge, with a warm smile on his face, distributing these daily necessities to the impoverished elderly people who were waiting in line, while constantly asking them how they were doing.

"Uncle Wang, your legs aren't very strong, please walk slowly."

"Aunt Li, the weather has turned cooler recently, please remember to keep warm."

"Aunt Zhang, what did you say? You want eggs? We don't have any this time, but I'll definitely prepare some next time."

The scene was so warm and harmonious. Moreover, Zhao Hongyuan announced on the spot that Hongyuan Construction would provide a batch of new jobs, giving priority to solving the employment problem of young people in the village.

For a time, expressions of gratitude were heard everywhere.

In the eyes of these ordinary people, Zhao Hongyuan was a kind-hearted and benevolent man who cared about the world. They would fight anyone who dared to say a bad word about him.

Ai Yi, who was invited to "observe the ceremony," clapped at just the right moment, with an innocent and approving smile on her face.

"Mr. Zhao, you are truly a compassionate and socially responsible entrepreneur."

Ai Yi spoke sincerely, praising, "I feel so reassured to be able to work with someone like you. To show my support for your charitable cause, I will immediately allocate 300 million yuan once our project is initially finalized."

Upon hearing the figure of 300 million, Zhao Hongyuan immediately adopted an even more humble attitude, waving his hands repeatedly as he spoke modestly.

"Not at all, not at all, Mr. Ai, you flatter me. I, Zhao Hongyuan, came from this urban village. Now that I'm successful, I naturally can't forget my roots. I have to do something to give back to my hometown and society."

Watching the two of them engage in a back-and-forth of mutual compliments, Jiang Chen, standing to the side, felt speechless and silently rolled his eyes.

One acted sincerely, and the other praised with great enthusiasm.

Games are so much better! Taking advantage of his young age, no one pays attention to him, the little follower. He just sits in the corner, engrossed in playing games on his phone.

Their scheming and backstabbing had absolutely nothing to do with him.

After a series of feigned exchanges, Zhao Hongyuan, seeing that the time was right, finally threw out the carefully prepared bait.