I can become stronger by paying salaries. I have one billion employees!

Chapter 630 With great power comes great responsibility. I just want to take care of a few more pretty girls!

Hanoi at the end of May is like a steamer, with heat seeping into every nook and cranny.

Ruan Minghai, from the patrol station, received five phone calls in a row. Only then did he belatedly realize that retribution had truly arrived!
Four Chinese businessmen died and twenty-three others were seriously injured.

You have to understand, which of those who dare to do business in Southeast Asia doesn't have a complicated background? And who among them hasn't had blood on their hands?
Moreover, of the two people sentenced in the first batch, one was sentenced to only three years in prison, and the other to an even shorter term of only one year.

This is hardly a punishment; it's clearly a form of protection!
The local high-ranking official was furious and immediately ordered the blockade of Hanoi's land, sea, and air exits in an attempt to capture the gunman.

But shortly after the order was given, bad news followed.

A month ago, shootings occurred in Ha Tinh, Dong Nai and Binh Duong provinces, where the protests were most intense.

In total, there were more than thirty cases.

"Damn it! Can't these guys know how to behave themselves? Even if they used knives, it would be easier to explain later. But they all used guns. Don't they care about the higher-ups' reputation?"

Ruan Minghai couldn't help but secretly groan in despair.

Sure enough, not long after, a strict order came from above: the case must be solved within a week.

at the same time.

A dilapidated fishing boat crossed the border. Zhang Xiaolin looked out through the doors and windows, and after confirming that it was safe, he took out a roll of Annamite dong from his pocket and threw it to the captain before entering Laos.

"This deal was a good one. We only did a third of the work, but we made a lot of money."

Zhang Xiaolin thought to himself with a smug smile.

After he sent the photos to the middleman, the employer's money was transferred in just over ten minutes.

On the other hand, although the Annamite Central Command arrested several gunmen, it dared not reveal the truth and could only characterize the incident as a casino shootout, thus hastily concluding the matter.

Merchants from the Taiwan region gathered in small groups to celebrate with drinks.

They knew in their hearts that if they didn't teach these monkeys a lesson, the next time it wouldn't be four people dying, but forty or four hundred.

It's human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong. If you back down this time, you'll only be bullied more in the future.

Even knowing that this move would offend the Annam Central Government, many Chinese businessmen still pooled their money to hire people to do the work.

With this, the turmoil finally came to an end.

The Annamese who participated in the vandalism, looting, and burning of Chinese shops stayed at home in fear for half a month before daring to go out.

Those who were killed were all the people who had been the most vocal during the protests; they didn't believe any of that gang warfare nonsense.

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The weather in Luzhou was just as hot, like a furnace.

On the first day of the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, as soon as Chen Yansen stepped out of his study, a faint scent of bamboo leaves wafted into the air.

He went downstairs to the living room on the first floor, and through a glass panel, he could see Ye Qiuping busy in the kitchen.

Chen Yansen didn't say anything, walked straight out of the living room, pulled over a wicker chair and sat by the pool, casually scattered a few handfuls of fish food, then squinted his eyes and basked in the sun contentedly.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang from outside the door.

Chen Yansen scanned with his 'divine sense' and found that it was Chen Guobin, who was carrying a bag of bamboo leaf rice dumplings.

"Moss, open the door!"

Chen Yansen gave the order to the air.

“Yes, Master.” The Moss M13 smart speaker placed in the corner responded immediately.

Chen Guobin rang the doorbell several times, but no one answered. So he muttered to himself, "This kid probably hasn't gotten up yet."

After saying that, he prepared to take out his phone and call Chen Yansen.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, the iron gate in front of him slowly slid open to the left.

Old Chen was startled. When he came to his senses, he stepped inside and immediately saw Chen Yansen sitting in a rocking chair, gently swaying.

He's as carefree as a man in his fifties or sixties!

"I brought you some zongzi (sticky rice dumplings)," Chen Guobin said casually.

"What kind of filling?" Chen Yansen asked in return.

"Candied fruit and candied dates, your favorite flavor when you were little," Chen Guobin said with a smile, lifting the bag.

"Is it because you were bored at home during the Dragon Boat Festival that you came here? I've told you several times to find a companion when you have time. You may not have anyone to keep you company, but I'm different."

Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow and teased him playfully. Chen Guobin was already used to his son's teasing and didn't take it to heart.

He glanced at the exterior of the villa and then said, "I'll put the zongzi in the refrigerator first. I've been keeping them in the car's refrigerator all the way here, so they're still very fresh."

Chen Guobin spoke with a smile, then went into the living room on his own. When he saw a woman dressed as Pleasant Goat in the kitchen, his smile froze.

"Boss, just ten more minutes and it will be ready..."

Ye Qiuping stopped mid-sentence, only to see a middle-aged man in his forties standing outside the door, who bore a striking resemblance to Chen Yansen.

"Hello, Mr. Chen." Ye Qiuping looked down at her outfit, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she forced a greeting.

She had met Chen Guobin once, when he was working as a family chef.

Are all chefs these days so curly?

Chen Guobin wondered to himself.

With a strange expression, he handed the zongzi to Ye Qiuping and then instructed her, "Put it in the refrigerator for me."

"Okay, Mr. Chen." Ye Qiuping took the zongzi, pretending to be nonchalant.

Old Chen took out his phone and secretly took a picture.

A sharp "click" was heard, accompanied by a blinding flash of light.

Ye Qiuping looked at Chen Guobin, who was secretly taking pictures.

"Oops, I accidentally pressed the shutter button."

With a flushed face, Old Chen hurriedly made up an excuse in his panic.

"I understand, I often make mistakes too," Ye Qiuping smiled slightly.

Chen Guobin was so embarrassed that he wished he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground with his toes right there and then.

When he returned to the garden, he couldn't help but ask, "Who is that Pleasant Goat in the kitchen?"

"Hey, Old Chen, you still watch cartoons?"

Chen Yansen asked with a grin.

"I checked with Lingxi Search, she's the CEO of Orange Communications. Don't try to fool me with that chef excuse. What chef would cook while dressed as Pleasant Goat?"

Chen Guobin held up a Yaocheng X2 Plus, with Ye Qiuping's Lingxi Encyclopedia on the screen.

"She is indeed the CEO of Orange Communications, and being a chef is her side job," Chen Yansen said with a straight face, spouting nonsense.

"You're two-timing me?" Old Chen felt a wave of dizziness and quickly took a few deep breaths to recover.

"Old Chen, as the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. I just want to take care of a few more pretty girls."

Chen Yansen shrugged.

“Son, this is wrong. What will you do if someone finds out?” Old Chen pulled up a chair and sat down beside him to persuade him.

"Then let's just not let anyone find out."

Chen Yansen said dismissively.

"..." Chen Guobin saw that he was unmoved by reason, opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.

After a while, Old Chen suddenly blurted out, "Where is this girl from?"

“Isn’t it listed on the encyclopedia? People from Qingdao,” Chen Yansen replied.

"What about Mengjie?" Old Chen asked again.

"She's my girlfriend," Chen Yansen readily admitted.

"And this Ye Qiuping?" Old Chen continued to ask.

"CEO of Orange Communications and a family chef," Chen Yansen said shamelessly.

Old Chen chuckled to himself, finally understanding: there was a reason why his son's business was so successful; ordinary people wouldn't have such a thick skin.

"Boss, Mr. Chen, dinner is ready."

Just as Chen Guobin was wondering how to start the conversation, Ye Qiuping, who had changed into normal clothes, stood at the door with a gentle and polite smile and reminded him.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yansen stood up and asked Old Chen, "What would you like to drink? Rice wine, yellow wine, baijiu, or a soft drink?"

(End of this chapter)