After reviewing the materials for exactly three hours, Kong Zhiguo looked up with bloodshot eyes, breathing heavily: “Give me the detailed information for these things, and I’ll even kill the US President if you ask!”
Hao Yunyang had overestimated Kong Zhiguo’s resistance to these materials.
At six in the evening, Hao Yunyang left the coffee shop, with Kong Zhiguo clutching onto him as he got into the car.
Looking at the contract in his hand, almost equivalent to Kong Zhiguo’s deed of sale, Hao Yunyang felt satisfied.
“The author of the materials has deceived me again,” Hao Yunyang sighed softly: “He doesn’t seem to have normal human emotions at all. I bet if I showed a few more documents, he’d sell his wife and children!”
Nevertheless, this trip to Xining could be considered a complete success. What Hao Yunyang needed to do next was wait quietly for Kong Zhiguo’s rise, knowing that once Kong Zhiguo became an important national figure, his help to Hao Yunyang would be self-evident.
Before coming to Xining, Hao Yunyang had carefully organized a list of materials, selecting over fifty people he could currently intervene with and help quickly get on the right track.
After settling things with Kong Zhiguo, Hao Yunyang, Zhao Chenxin, and Wang Shiyu would head to the next target’s location. After connecting with all these people, Hao Yunyang’s future days would be much easier.
After all, the Jiuxiao organization was vertically structured, and Hao Yunyang couldn’t remain just a county-level liaison forever, while those future legends were merely formal members.
Once he completed the connection with these fifty-plus people, the remaining hundred or so couldn’t be approached yet. So, Hao Yunyang needed to quickly establish an organization that would allow him to grasp all dynamics.
“Feeling better?” After concluding the meeting with Kong Zhiguo, Hao Yunyang rushed back to the East Lake Century Hotel, entered his room, and nodded slightly to Wang Shiyu before pushing open the inner room’s door, immediately seeing Zhao Chenxin lying on the bed watching TV.
With a face showing tender affection, he sat gently on the bed’s edge and softly asked Zhao Chenxin.
“Mm” Zhao Chenxin’s face blushed slightly, softly responding, then changing the topic that made her shy: “How did your work go?”
