Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1601 - 769: Having a Top Predator as an Ally_2

Du Juan nodded and kept it in mind.

Pei Tianci didn’t speak again, quietly watching the surveillance footage on his notebook while listening to the continuous stream of intel from his men through the headset.

A mysterious organization with divine skills, able to investigate even the hidden background of their families overseas thoroughly.

Yet, they were willing to spend a fortune hiring these desperate lost dogs, even agreeing to such excessive conditions like temporary price increases at the drop of a hat.

What are the real intentions of these people?

Pei Tianci kept pondering over the verbal battle he had with the mysterious patron just moments ago.

He abruptly demanded a higher deposit over the phone, not out of greed, but with the intent to test the waters.

Because these days, he constantly felt a sense of unease.

His intuition told him that the other party’s willingness to shell out such a big commission wasn’t simply for the purpose of blowing up a few buildings.

Surely, there was a more deadly calculation being concealed behind this.

Could it be to deal with some force or big figure hidden behind the East City Association?

After all, it was unbelievable that such a small crime syndicate could expand and develop in the treacherous East Capital to such a commercial scale without powerful backing.

Pei Tianci’s eyes flickered, his thoughts fluctuating.

To outsiders, he and his brothers seemed like complete madmen, willing to take on any job for money.

However, Pei Tianci’s mind was more meticulous than anyone else’s.

In the cruel, dark underground world, if a mercenary corps only sought bravery and recklessness, they’d soon be devoured, leaving not even their bones behind.

How could they escape from one bloody siege after another, still maintaining the basic structure of their team to this day?

Moreover, not long ago, they already suffered a great loss in the Southern Ocean.

Thinking of the grudges and camaraderie with General Ruan, and the old fellows lost in the tropical jungle, Pei Tianci’s gaze grew even darker.

He suddenly turned around and whispered instructions:

"Du Juan, have Kun and the others come to my room tonight; we must devise a new plan."

"Since those people are unwilling to reveal their true target and are using us as pawns, we must keep a way out for ourselves."

Du Juan listened and nodded without hesitation.

She didn’t need to understand too much of the inner workings, just needed to trust Brother Tian, their team leader.

It was this man who led them through countless hailstorms of bullets, carving out a path to survival from heaps of dead bodies.

Pei Tianci closed the laptop, picked up that bottomed-out cup of iced Americano, taking a small sip.

His gaze reached beyond the edge of the parasol, directed toward the entrance plaza in the distance where water sprayed in the sunlight, his expression shifting unpredictably.

.........

Golden City Resort, the luxurious office on the hotel’s top floor.

Sunshine poured through the full-length glass windows, illuminating the ground’s thick, hand-woven carpet brightly.

The air conditioning inside was running strong, gently blowing against the old Arhat pine bonsai placed in the corner.

Today, the atmosphere here was somewhat different from usual.

Fang Cheng sat at the broad huanghuali wood office desk, holding a Montblanc pen, smoothly signing his name at the end of two thick documents.

Opposite him sat Shen Wei, the chairman of the East City Association.

This black-market hero, over fifty years old, was dressed today in a finely tailored dark embossed suit, his graying hair meticulously groomed.

Behind him stood four brawny bodyguards in black suits.

One of them had a conspicuous scar on his cheek, adding to his intimidating presence.

In contrast, Fang Cheng sat there alone, yet he firmly dominated the office’s qi field.

Click.

Fang Cheng capped the pen, pushed one of the contracts across the desk.

Shen Wei received it with both hands and passed it to his assistant, then circled the desk with a full-face smile, reaching out his right hand to Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng stood as well, shaking his hand.

"Pleasure working with you, Mr. Fang."

Shen Wei laughed heartily.

"Pleasure working with you."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

Beside them, the assistant expertly fetched a bottle of already chilled Mo?t champagne.

With a soft pop, the cork flew.

Pale gold liquid flowed into two tall glasses, with fine bubbles surging up.

Each lifted their glass, gently clinking the rims together.

The crisp sound of glass striking resonated through the spacious office.

This time, they signed a deeply binding strategic cooperation agreement.

Morning Star Trading Company would fully take over several covert ghost shipping routes of the East City Association overseas.

On the surface, they would jointly import various cutting-edge equipment and biomedical raw materials.

In reality, the East City Association, utilizing its most essential procurement channels and overseas transport routes, would handle centralized purchasing and arrange tankers to bypass maritime inspections of nations along the way.

Meanwhile, Morning Star Trading Company, utilizing Lin Chuqiao’s connections in Xia Country, would manage customs clearance and networking, selling those advanced equipment and medical raw materials that are scarce yet valuable on the black market.

The volume of this business is enormous, not only justifying large-scale money laundering but also thoroughly binding both parties’ interests.

Shen Wei took a sip of champagne, set down the glass, his smile growing even broader:

"Mr. Fang, had I known Morning Star Trading Company cut the ribbon and opened a few days ago, I wouldn’t have missed sending my congratulations personally, maybe bringing over a few more flower baskets for the occasion. Without a sound, you expanded your setup so broadly, truly a remarkable young talent."

Though Shen Wei exchanged pleasantries, his mind was as clear as a mirror.

He’d already investigated thoroughly; though Fang Cheng held merely an idle position as a "special consultant" at the company, the real power lay with Fang Cheng himself.

Even the young lady of the influential Lin family was willingly managing the legitimate business for him.

"Chairman Shen is too kind."

Fang Cheng held his glass, his expression calmly smiling:

"I generally prefer to keep a low profile, setting up a company is just convenient for doing some legitimate business, supplementing household expenses. How have things been on your side with the East City Association lately?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Wei withdrew a bit of his smile, sighed:

"Thanks to you, everything has been going well."

"After returning to headquarters, I personally led a cleanup of some traitors within the association who were eating from both sides, thoroughly reshuffled a few disobedient halls."

"Now the East City Association is a lot cleaner than before, making legitimate business faces less opposition."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, then looked at Fang Cheng, his tone especially solemn:

"Mr. Fang, if not for your help at the Silver Wing Building, this old body of mine would be long gone there."

"That life-saving favor, I, Shen Wei, keep it in mind always. Whenever you have a need, feel free to ask, the entire East City Association will give their all."

Fang Cheng dismissed it with a wave, his tone indifferent:

"Just lending a hand, Chairman Shen doesn’t have to dwell on it."

Shen Wei looked at the composed young man before him, yet his heart was tumultuous.

He couldn’t forget personally witnessing the shocking scene that night at the top of the Silver Wing Building.

This seemingly gentle and courteous man, with just his flesh and blood, blew up a fully armed military helicopter with his bare hands.

Moreover, before this, he had leaped off of the several hundred meters high skyscraper roof, landing unharmed.

The terrifying destructive power resembling a Demon God overturned Shen Wei’s understanding of the term "strength."

Afterward, Shen Wei used all his connections to investigate Fang Cheng’s background.

The more he investigated, the deeper and more unfathomable he found this young man, feeling a sense of awe.

In this world with Extraordinary Power, having such a strong ally at the top of the food chain is hundreds of times more important than earning money.

So, upon hearing Fang Cheng started an import-export trading company, Shen Wei immediately decided to proactively surrender the most profitable routes of the East City Association, even giving up the major share of profits to Morning Star, just to facilitate this cooperation.

Fang Cheng paid no heed to Shen Wei’s mental calculations.

He turned his head, his gaze landing on the robust bodyguard with a scar on his face.

"Ah Le, long time no see. Have your injuries healed completely?"