Chapter 1205: Working in Tandem

Sun Qian now felt like she had been screwed over, as if she had stripped naked in front of Zhao Fusheng only to be completely ignored by him.

Even though, in fact, her behavior just now was no different from being naked.

But regardless, Sun Qian hadn't expected that Zhao Fusheng would be so arrogant, not only brushing her off but also leaving behind such a harsh remark and walking away.

"I'll notify the boss now," Sun Qian said to Chen Shijie after a moment of silence. Although she knew she might be punished, there was no other choice. Zhao Fusheng had made it very clear just now that neither she nor A-Jie was qualified to negotiate with him.

Harsh as it was, Sun Qian had to admit he was right.

After all, Zhao Fusheng was the chairman of a company, a big shot worth over a billion. To put it bluntly, someone like her really wasn't qualified to negotiate with him.

Seeing Sun Qian's reaction, Chen Shijie nodded silently without saying another word, as if the whole matter had nothing to do with him.

He was an undercover agent, and the biggest goal of an undercover agent was to complete the mission and try to survive. Now that Zhao Fusheng had set the stage, all he needed to do was to cooperate with him as much as possible, not create complications.

Soon, Chen Shijie received a call from Mr. Li.

"What's going on?" Mr. Li had clearly heard Sun Qian's report and was not in a good mood. Even over the phone, Chen Shijie could feel the anger coming from thousands of miles away.

Hearing Mr. Li's question, Chen Shijie paused for a moment before saying, "He thinks we're not worthy."

One sentence, a few short words, consistent with his usual taciturn nature. He didn't say a single bad word about Sun Qian, nor did he add any embellishments to the report; he simply stuck to the facts.

But Mr. Li understood that this was A-Jie's style.

"Do you think I should go?" Mr. Li then asked Chen Shijie another question.

At that moment, Chen Shijie's heart surged with turbulent waves, and he almost lost control of his expression.

But reason told Chen Shijie that at this moment, he must not lose his composure under any circumstances. If Mr. Li sensed anything, the trouble would be huge.

Thinking this, Chen Shijie said, "Better abroad, or at least the border."

Clearly, his meaning was that he didn't advise Mr. Li to come to the capital.

Mr. Li laughed: "Haha, you're a cautious one."

With that, he said nothing more and hung up the phone.

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As a superior, one must get used to subordinates trying to figure out one's thoughts.

This is not a complicated principle. The reason is simple: if a superior wears all his thoughts and feelings on his face, making them obvious, it probably won't be long before someone below takes his place.

After all, a boss who can be seen through at a glance has too little deterrent power, like a child holding gold and jewels, making it impossible for those ambitious people to control their primal urges.

Would anyone refuse a benefit within easy reach?

The answer is obvious.

"Will he take the bait?" Sitting in the car on the way back, Zhang Qian suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng. Although he didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's performance at the club today, he had chosen to go along with the act. Now, he was genuinely puzzled about Zhao Fusheng's intentions.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "The bait has been cast. Whether he takes it or not is beyond our control."

Zhang Qian was startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise. He hadn't expected that, after all this, Zhao Fusheng himself wasn't sure either.

Little did he know, Zhao Fusheng was only human, not a god. The hardest thing in the world to manipulate is the human heart. He couldn't guarantee that Mr. Li would be tempted by his lure; all he could do was make his trap as enticing as possible.

In fact, in Zhao Fusheng's view, even if Mr. Li didn't take the bait, he had other ways to resolve this matter, but those methods would come at a slightly higher cost.

As for now, Zhao Fusheng felt that what he needed was time.

"Should I keep an eye on Sun Qian?" Zhang Qian asked in a low voice, seeing Zhao Fusheng silent.

Zhao Fusheng gently shook his head: "No need, it might alert the enemy."

Zhang Qian was taken aback, then nodded to indicate he understood.

He knew very well that when it came to fighting skills, he was definitely stronger than Zhao Fusheng, but when it came to scheming, ten of him combined were no match for Zhao Fusheng.

There was no helping it; Zhao Fusheng was simply too shrewd.

Even his competitors had to admit this.

Zhang Qian even felt a bit sorry for Mr. Li. Running into Zhao Fusheng was truly his misfortune. Fifteen million US dollars, thrown out so casually as bait—how could he not take the hook?

"By the way, how are things going with your comrades? Have you contacted them?"

Sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered something and asked Zhang Qian.

The reason he took this matter so seriously was that he felt that after the Mr. Li affair was over, he would need to pay attention to the safety of those around him.

After all, not to mention whether the drug dealers had the ability to retaliate, his own gradually changing status meant that Zhao Fusheng could no longer act as recklessly as before.

As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand beneath a dangerous wall. Zhao Fusheng also knew that times had changed; as his wealth grew, there were certain things he had to start paying attention to.

For one thing, if someone took the opportunity to kidnap Fan Baobao or Fan Beibei, or threatened him using his family's safety, Zhao Fusheng felt he would compromise without any principles.

Not because he had no bottom line, but because Zhao Fusheng was not a hero; he was just an ordinary person. Faced with such a situation, his first reaction was to protect his family.

"I've contacted a few people; they're not doing well either," Zhang Qian said honestly.

It was a rather helpless thing: those soldiers had shed blood and sacrificed for the country while in the army, but after being discharged, they could only settle for an ordinary life.

Even worse, if some of them died, their families' livelihoods were not guaranteed.

This was no joke. Some people always said such things didn't exist, but in fact, Zhao Fusheng knew very well that the opening of Wolf Warrior 2 was not fictional.

In fact, reality was often crueler than novels and movies.

"Since that's the case, get in touch with them as soon as possible," Zhao Fusheng said calmly. "As for compensation, a base salary of five thousand, room and board included, with bonuses calculated separately."

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly added: "Also, if they're willing, the company can provide schooling for their children and jobs for their wives."

After all, he was planning to expand his business in the capital. Zhao Fusheng's idea was to build a vast industrial empire. Since that was the case, he needed a group of his own people.

"Uh, for the children's schooling, how do we handle the household registration?" Zhang Qian was taken aback.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "Simple. Have them sign a contract; the company will buy them a house, and then they can pay back a little to the company each month."

In fact, the principle was simple: transfer the mortgage from the bank to himself.

As for the purpose, Zhao Fusheng didn't believe that, with their food, clothing, housing, transportation, and even their family members' jobs all taken care of by him, these men from the special forces would betray him.

With them, the safety of those around him would be guaranteed, and he wouldn't have to worry about being threatened.

More importantly, Zhao Fusheng also planned to use this group as the backbone to establish a security company.

Few people were involved in this business domestically, or rather, no one had yet noticed this market. Zhao Fusheng felt he could test the waters first.

Success or failure, either way, there was certainly no harm.

As for Zhang Qian, after hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, a look of joy appeared on his face. No one knew better than him what this decision meant for his comrades.