Fanatic!

Chapter 127 You can only play by my rules
Chen Wujun sat down on the stone bench with a nonchalant air, his hands on his knees. He was broad-shouldered and exuded a powerful aura; his eyes were sharp and his gaze held a hint of ferocity.

The phrases "tiger crouching, dragon coiling" and "eagle's gaze, wolf's look" involuntarily came to Lin Baozhu's mind.

He gestured to the maid in the distance to bring over a pot of fresh tea and cups.

“My name is Lin Baozhu. My father is Lin Yi, the chairman of the Lin Group. Our group’s main businesses are transportation and rice production.”

Her intuition told her that this young man was more compliant to gentle persuasion than to force. Just as she had said, he was a young master, arrogant and fierce, clearly someone who had lived a life of danger.

You can't be too forceful when dealing with this kind of person, otherwise you'll only make things worse.

"There was a small misunderstanding between us before, and it was my rashness. I hope we can turn hostility into friendship." Lin Baozhu's voice was even gentler.

"You look about my age, yet you're so strong; you have great potential."

"Our Lin Group is willing to make friends with experts from all walks of life, and even more willing to cooperate with young talents like you."

"Instead of conflicting with you, let's cooperate and become friends." Lin Baozhu didn't hide anything and frankly expressed her thoughts.

That day, Chen Wujun's hands, as smooth as a millstone, silently ground the pebbles into powder, which truly surprised her.

"I still don't know your name?" Lin Baozhu asked.

"Chen Wujun!"

The maid brought over tea. Lin Baozhu poured a cup for Chen Wujun first, then poured one for herself, and then held the teacups with both hands, indicating, "This cup of tea is an apology for my previous rudeness."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The other party's attitude softened Chen Wujun's expression somewhat, at least he wasn't so angry anymore.

This was the first time he had ever met someone like this.

Everyone he came into contact with was full of hostility, whether it was Shark Nine or anyone else.

Even though Master Xin is a cunning old fox, he may appear kind on the surface, but his methods are extremely ruthless.

The girl spoke in a gentle, soothing tone, and then poured tea and apologized, making it difficult for anyone to retaliate.

Of course, he was more interested in the cooperation the other party mentioned, so he directly asked, "Tell me how we can cooperate."

“Our Lin Group has always wanted to expand its business in Beigang, but it’s not easy. There is often vicious competition, and sometimes we need a master to step in and deter them.”

"Currently, our business in Beigang is mainly divided into two parts: rice industry and port transportation. We are also preparing to start a hotel business."

“We can cooperate in the port transportation branch. You can be listed as a senior consultant. You don’t need to go to the company normally. You only need to show up occasionally in business negotiations or when there is trouble.”

"Of course, even if there is trouble that requires your intervention, it will not be beyond your capabilities. If you feel it is beyond your capabilities, you can refuse. After all, we are partners, and we cannot force you to risk your life."

"Of course, if you refuse, our cooperation will also end."

"The basic annual salary is three million. In addition to the salary, we will also provide a villa and a vehicle, as well as staff to serve you."

"There will be an extra bonus when we need your help."

There are generally three models for cooperation between major capital groups and martial artists.

The most basic kind is what Lin Mingzhu mentioned, which is generally used to solve some ordinary troubles, or to make friends with young masters like Chen Wujun.

The second type of cooperation is to discuss each matter on a case-by-case basis, similar to hiring mercenaries.

Generally, this is used to clear obstacles when entering a new market; or when negotiations break down and there are huge debts that need to be recovered; or when competing for certain resources, such as real estate companies vying for certain key plots of land, and then both sides bring in their best experts to compete and decide who gets it.

The third type of cooperation is the core model: capital is used to establish a new company, and martial artists contribute their strength, influence, and connections as shares.

Martial artists can receive a steady stream of dividends from this new company.

Lin Baozhu first used the first method to establish a relationship with Chen Wujun and begin initial cooperation.

For Lin Baozhu, spending a little money to make peace with the other party was enough. She came from a wealthy family and practiced martial arts for self-defense and as a hobby. Naturally, she would not put herself in danger or fight to the death with someone.

At the same time, it also allows you to establish a connection with a young master or even the person behind him.

Once both parties are familiar with each other and understand each other's strengths and temperaments, they can then decide whether to upgrade to the third mode.

Chen Wujun raised his eyebrows.

He realized something: once you master kung fu, you can get money every year without doing anything.

The cooperation method they described clearly involved using the martial artist's strength to intimidate them and resolve the problem.

Every year, without doing anything, just by occasionally showing up, one can earn 300 million, a house, a car, and a dedicated service team.

This is what is meant by "raising an army for a thousand days".

You'll receive extra money when you need to take action. You can refuse if you think the risk is too high, but you won't easily refuse unless it's absolutely necessary or the gap between the two parties is too large.

If I refuse, my reputation will be ruined, and even if the other party doesn't terminate the cooperation, I won't have the face to continue taking money.

After all, they've been supporting you for so long just so you can be used in a critical moment.

The cooperation method proposed by the other party is reasonable. Although Chen Wujun does not lack the 300 million yuan, this is obviously an opportunity for him to broaden his horizons.

Moreover, there are other funds available when you need to take action yourself.

"That's the general outline of the cooperation. If you have any other needs, please let us know. As long as they're not excessive, we'll consider them seriously," Lin Baozhu said sincerely.

"In addition, your annual salary will increase as your skills improve or you solve problems for the group."

Chen Wujun looked at the other person with great interest.

He had come to confront the other party, but now they were recruiting him, and they were cooperating.

"Give me your contact information, I'll contact you after I get back to Beigang," Chen Wujun said after thinking for a moment.

He knew nothing about this matter, nor about the Lin Group, and needed to go back and inquire. Lin Baozhu had someone bring her a piece of paper, wrote a phone number on it, and handed it to Chen Wujun with both hands.

"Sorry, I don't usually use business cards. This is my personal phone number. You can contact me if you need any help."

Chen Wujun picked up the phone and got up to leave.

Lin Baozhu looked at Chen Wujun's broad back, a smile and a sense of relief appearing in her eyes.

Although she was quite confident, she was still a little nervous facing a thug like Chen Wujun, especially since there had been some conflict between them and he had clearly come here to cause trouble.

Fortunately, the matter was resolved satisfactorily.

He then called over a bodyguard: "Have someone check on Chen Wujun from Beigang. He's under 20, a master of traditional martial arts, with a tortoise-back and crane-shaped back, and hands that reach his knees. Given his age and physical characteristics, it should be easy to find out."

"Judging from his demeanor, this guy is probably someone who lives on the edge of a knife, and his background isn't very high. He's either a gang member or someone who lives off the big shots. People who live off the big shots usually don't make any money for three years, but when they do, they live off the big shots for three years. They won't sit down and talk to me. So, he's most likely a gang member."

"Find out who the expert who was killed near Johor Bahru Airport yesterday was."

……

"Senior sister, do you know about the Lin Group?" Chen Wujun asked casually while eating breakfast.

On the one hand, he was unfamiliar with these things, and on the other hand, because Hetu was his foundation, he wanted to see what Shark Nine thought.

"The owner of the Lin Group is Lin Yi, a tycoon from Xidi Huayan. Have you met them? Lin Baozhu? She recruited you?" Shark Nine didn't even lift his eyelids; he already knew what had happened.

Since she borrowed this villa, she naturally needed to know who her neighbors were.

Next door is the residence of Lin Yi's daughter, Lin Baozhu. She is a cunning and resourceful person.

"There was a bit of a conflict before. I was planning to kill her today, but she poured me tea, apologized, and said she wanted to cooperate," Chen Wujun briefly explained.

"The martial artist is powerful, and the capital is abundant. Both sides get what they need, so cooperation is normal. The Lin Group has a good reputation. How does she plan to cooperate?"

Chen Wujun said it casually.

“Generally, there are three ways for wealthy people to cooperate with martial artists, and this is one of them…” Shark Nine nodded slightly, and then explained the other two situations to Chen Wujun.

Chen Wujun then understood and wrote all of these things down.

“I have no objection to this, and I won’t stop you. It’s up to you. But you’re standing up for those companies in your own name, not in HeTu’s,” Shark Nine said while eating.

Chen Wujun nodded, understanding dawning on his mind.

When he gets back, he will have someone investigate the Lin Group's situation at Beigang Port.

After finishing their meal, Curry walked up to Chen Wujun and said, "Brother Jun, Chen Zhonghong and Ruan Fuxiong want to see you."

"Take them to the small living room." Chen Wujun nodded, feeling a little expectant, wondering what Chen Zhonghong would say.

"Oh, right, give me the cigarettes!" Chen Wujun suddenly said.

"There's still fire!"

Chen Wujun took the cigarette and lighter from the curry shop to the small living room and lit one.

A moment later, the two were brought over. Their hair was disheveled, their faces were pale, and their expressions were filled with anxiety.

Upon seeing Chen Wujun, the two forced themselves to remain calm: "Mr. Chen."

"Tell me, can you buy your own lives?"

“Mr. Chen, we can provide 1800 million upfront, and then give you another 3500 million within six months! You certainly won’t worry about us not paying. We can write an IOU, and we can also provide some assets as collateral,” Chen Zhonghong said, trying to appear calm.

Both of them looked at Chen Wujun with trepidation.

They could only scrape together 1800 million, but once Nguyen Phuc Hung died, they could take over a portion of his assets, and then figure out a way to raise 3500 million.

Let's stall for time first; if things really don't work out, we'll just run away.

Chen Wujun laughed mockingly after hearing this: "Do you all think I'm a fool?"

Chen Zhonghong's face turned pale, and he hurriedly tried to explain:

“Mr. Chen, we can only raise 1800 million right now... but please give us some time…”

"My rule is this: whoever comes up with more money within two days gets to buy their life! You can only play by my rules!"

Chen Wujun snapped his fingers, stood up and walked to Chen Zhonghong. Suddenly, he stretched out his arm and unleashed a tiger-shaped chopping force, like a large axe cleaving down from above.

Chen Zhonghong was terrified and quickly raised his hands to block.

However, the severe chest pain prevented him from exerting his full strength, and that day Chen Wujun struck him in the chest with a hammer, breaking three bones.

Although he could still stand, he was completely unable to make a move.

boom!
Chen Zhonghong's hands were instantly cleaved apart, and Chen Wujun delivered a tiger-shaped chopping strike to his head.

Blood gushed from all five of Chen Zhonghong's facial features, and he collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

He stopped breathing after only a few breaths.

Nguyen Phuc Hung looked horrified, but three of his limbs were broken, and he couldn't move them at all.

Chen Wujun spun around and smashed a hammer into his head, sending Ruan Fuxiong flying and crashing into the wall, whereupon he fell silent.

"Go and urge Ruan Mingjin to prepare the money. If he's even a penny short, he'll die." Chen Wujun withdrew his hand and gave the order expressionlessly.

He gave them the opportunity, but they couldn't seize it; that's their own problem.

(End of this chapter)