Chapter 1815: Chapter 1203: The Story of Mr. Dongguo (Part 2)
Boss Jiang seed quite satisfied too, nodded, and said with a smile, “Then I shall accept it deferentially.”
“Living up to Mr. Jiang’s expectations, in the past year, our division dismantled over forty major electric fraud dens, captured and eliminated nearly 7,000 fraud culprits, rescued countless hostages, and dealt a heavy blow to the electric fraud industry.”
Just like how listed companies must release financial reports to their shareholders, it’s naturally necessary to summarize the year’s outcos for one’s investors.
“It’s harsh on the General.”
No matter how intense anti-fraud publicity may be, it ultimately only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause.
The true pathogenic source lies in the deeply rooted and thriving electric fraud market in Myanmar.
Expecting a warlord force to completely wipe away the entire industry is unrealistic. The score created by the Allied Army is already outstanding enough to deliver as a result.
“Not a hardship, it’s what our division should do. All along, our Allied Army has maintained a zero-tolerance attitude towards electric fraud; once discovered, we deal with it without rcy.”
In front of Jiang Chen, this general, who commands tens of thousands of troops, is quite calm, yet during his speech, his eyes still emit a strong murderous aura.
This aura cannot be faked; no matter how skilled an actor, without the experience of going through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, it is impossible to possess this temperant.
“General’s perceptiveness is unique in Myanmar, which is also why the Allied Army has been able to stand out under the General’s leadership.”
The general laughed, not letting the expanding power go to his head, “Our division could not have reached today’s achievents without Mr. Jiang’s support. In the future, whenever Mr. Jiang has any needs, our division will go through fire and water for it.”
Xu Kuan remained silent, yet sensed a distinct boundary feeling from the seemingly submissive tone of the other party.
It seed like an intentional distancing.
Could it be an illusion?
“General, you’re overpraising. My aid to your division was because my compatriots were deeply suffering from the electric fraud scourge. What your division has done has indeed saved countless families.”
In transactions of this level, the most taboo is to flaunt one’s big patron status arrogantly, and in this regard, Jiang Chen undoubtedly does very well.
“Mr. Jiang’s noble spirit, if publicized, I imagine the Shen Zhou people would all appreciate Mr. Jiang’s benevolence.”
A flattery too grand, easy to provoke laughter.
Yet Pei Yunxi couldn’t laugh.
She knew of soone having money and influence and also that the person was well-connected, but she truly didn’t know the person was so great.
Indeed.
The first ti Pei Yunxi found using the word great to describe a person was not an exaggeration, though sowhat discordant.
Before coming to Myanmar, she only knew the person held so connections there, but not what they were truly doing.
But now she knew.
Supporting a warlord army in cracking down on electric fraud cris under his personal na?
Simply like a fairytale!
Had she not heard or seen it with her own eyes, the supre leader of the Allied Army sitting right in front of her, she would never believe it.
Anyone else wouldn’t believe it.
Cracking down on electric fraud, isn’t this the country’s job, sothing they couldn’t even achieve?
How could a private individual ddle in such matters?
Pei Yunxi believed no matter how cunning fraudsters might be, they surely couldn’t fool him.
So to speak.
Just generating power for love?
Such matters were destined to stay in the dark!
At least with charity, one could enjoy so fa. But such a contribution was destined to remain unknown.
So.
Besides greatness, what other word could describe it?
It’s just.
Thinking back on so of the person’s usual behaviors in daily life…
Pei Yunxi’s mind beca chaotic and cluttered all at once.
“I never expected gratitude from anyone. Just like how unique the General is in combating electric fraud, I am only doing what I believe is right.”
The general fell silent for a mont, deeply looked at the counterpart, seemingly gaining a new understanding of the big patron behind the scenes.
“Shen Zhou is fortunate to have soone like Mr. Jiang.”
“Myanmar is also fortunate to have the General, a glory for its people.”
The general bead a brilliant smile; yet, for so reason, a trace of undisclosed complexity flashed in his eyes.
“I regret not getting to know Mr. Jiang sooner.”
He lanted with a sense of regret at the difficulty of finding a kindred spirit. Initially having no plan to dine together, the Allied Army commander changed his mind at the last minute, staying behind to drink with Jiang Chen. Only after drinking to his satisfaction did he take his leave.
Getting into the car, he turned his head, taking one last look at the solitary villa courtyard, wine-flushed yet eyes clear, then ordering to drive off.
“Let’s go.”
As the convoy left grandly, he sat in the car, already resting his eyes, with an impassive face.
The Filipino maid brought hangover soup.
When it ca to drinking, Boss Jiang surely was no match for soone like the general, but thankfully Xu Kuan was there to assist.
Yet even Xu Kuan wasn’t a match, even though the other party clearly went easy on him, refraining from forcing drinks.
“Your drinking capacity still needs training.”
Jiang Chen signaled the Filipino maid to deliver the hangover soup.
The drunkenness was visible on Xu Kuan’s face as he smiled wryly, taking the hangover soup, sipping a bit, and exhaling, “No matter how much I practice, I can never be his match.”
Jiang Chen neither confird nor denied, “Judging by how you look, you probably can’t even walk, stay and rest here today.”
Xu Kuan didn’t refuse the offer, holding the hangover soup, forcing away the foggy sensation in his mind, “Mr. Jiang, I feel the general is acting off.”
“How so?”
Jiang Chen looked indifferent, simultaneously instructing the Filipino maid to clean and move away the mountain of gifts in the hall.
“His enthusiasm towards the God of Wealth is enough, yet not so urgent.”
Clearly, he drank too much.
This type of statent, in a sober state, Xu Kuan certainly wouldn’t utter or would describe it more appropriately.
“We provide funding, they offer labor and efforts, shedding sweat and blood, essentially it’s equal, should they really throw themselves at to seem reasonable?”
Jiang Chen chuckled indifferently.
Xu Kuan shook his head, his eyes scattered due to alcohol, yet his expression and tone were quite earnest.
“I’ve dealt with him long enough to gain so understanding; he never acted like this before.”
“People change, inevitably. Now the Allied Army is strong and vigorous, soaring high with its power; of course, he would not be the sa as before.”
Xu Kuan took up the hangover soup and drank it all in one go, “Precisely because his power far exceeds before, he should rely on us more; earlier he had to feed a few thousand mouths, now it’s tens of thousands.”
Jiang Chen laughed, “He’s a warlord, not a rcenary. He also has his business and industries, with his economic sources. If you were him, would you stake everything on external forces? What if one day I stop supporting him? Dissolve on site or wait for a mutiny? The number of people needing to be fed has indeed increased, but so has the territory, along with a rise in money-making abilities. Any leader with so brains would seize their destiny in their own hands, not let external forces control it, besides I cannot endlessly provide support.”
“But Mr. Jiang is about to make a series of investnts here next, isn’t he?”
“That’s why our mutual interests with the Allied Army are long-term and stable. You don’t need to worry about deteriorating relations.”
Xu Kuan still appeared dejected, seemingly lost in thought.
“Stop thinking, in your current state, you can’t figure anything out; better go and sleep.”
Jiang Chen commanded, “Escort Mr. Xu to rest.”
A Filipino maid promptly ca by, “Mr. Xu, please follow .”
Xu Kuan put down the bowl without insisting further, appearing to have lingering thoughts as he left with the Filipino maid.
“I think he’s right.”
Long silent and seemingly acting as a vase, Pei Yunxi finally spoke.
“What?”
Jiang Chen tilted his head.
“If the Allied Army no longer relies on you, then beware of Mr. Dongguo’s story.”
Jiang Chen suddenly frowned, his expression serious as if deep in thought, then after a while, said:
“What’s the story of Mr. Dongguo?”
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