Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Xiang Xiang was stranded in Hong Kong. After much consideration, he finally made up his mind to go deep into Japan through the Yashida Group.

This bright opportunity is there, and the benefits that it can bring if it succeeds are also a huge temptation; I really wouldn't be willing not to give it a try.

When I called Zheng Xian, I told him my plan, and then I heard a sigh from the person on the other side.

"If I say no, why don't you just stop?" Zheng Xian rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a headache coming on.

It is one thing for a company to invest overseas, but it is another thing to intentionally intervene in the political circles of the investing country and seek influence.

You see, every time Americans run for election, candidates try every means to solicit donations from companies; but which candidate dares to openly accept money from Chinese or Russian companies?

This kind of thing is very sensitive; outsiders are not qualified to participate in some political games.

But Qianqian was ready to intervene, but Zheng Xian was hard to control.

"The desire for capital expansion is unstoppable; we should all have learned about it in these political textbooks. Uncle Xian, aren't you the one who slipped through the nine-year compulsory education?" Xiang Xiang said with a smile.

Zheng Xian said angrily: "The textbook also said that you will sell nooses one day in the future. How about you sell me one now and I will strangle you to death, you little bastard!"

"Don't worry..." He stepped forward more boldly over the phone, "When Uncle Xian gets angry and wants to hang himself in the river, I will personally pick a strong one for you - it will break no matter how hard you struggle.

The kind that can’t be saved.”

Qianqian feels that he is a filial child.

"Get out of here!" Zheng Xian cursed angrily and couldn't help but warn him, "Just do what you can. I can't tell you the truth if something goes wrong."

Xiang Xiang asked deliberately: "Then if I really pave the road, won't you use it in the future?"

"What are you talking about?" Zheng Xian feigned anger, "Uncle Xian, how can I dislike something you sincerely and filially respect?"

The two of them performed "uncle is kind and nephew is filial" over the phone.

He pulled forward with a stinky face: "I have to work for nothing as a co-writer? I am a technical consultant and I don't even ask you for salary."

"I need a salary. We agreed that we will be on the job, with six insurances and one fund; we will have five days off and two days off, but we have to work overtime voluntarily. Food and accommodation are included, which is also negotiable. Do you want to come?" Zheng Xian spoke fluently as if he had rehearsed.

Similar.

Xiang Xiang hung up the phone on the spot.

Do you still want to voluntarily work overtime?

Bah, I, a real capitalist, don’t have any evil intentions like you.

Think about it or forget it; it’s good to be a technical consultant. As a consultant, you can ask questions; you can ask and answer them or not.

If we really set up a formal establishment, then we will really fall into Uncle Xian's hands. Will we still have the extravagant hope of having a peaceful life?

Qianqian stayed in Hong Kong to wait for the official signing team of Yashida Group. The legal departments of both parties are working hard to finalize the contract details.

This time, Yashida Shingen took out 20% of the equity at one time, which is considered to be very sincere.

Not only has the Yashida family's absolute shareholding in the group been reduced to a relative majority, but the 20% ratio is just below the psychological red line acceptable to the Japanese government and Congress.

Yashida Shingen took the initiative to make arrangements in the Japanese Diet.

Of course, the price factor is also an important point that must be mentioned. The current stock market price to acquire Yashida Group's equity is two-thirds lower than the price before the crisis broke out.

Calculated based on a ratio of 20%, the difference is approximately between 3.5 and 40 billion - here we are talking about US dollars.

If it weren't for such a low price, we might not be able to raise enough funds for the acquisition all at once.

Before signing the contract, some rumors had begun to vaguely circulate in the market, but most people were still skeptical.

Qianqian is not worried; he has made up his mind and will throw it all away if something goes wrong.

Just like what he reminded Yashida Shingen before: "Some words are too full and cannot be fulfilled, and the result will only be worse."

If Yashida Shingen can't figure it out, just let him fend for himself.

But what Xiang Xiang didn't expect was that the wind blowing in the stock market did not cause any fluctuations in the stock price, but it brought an unexpected visitor.

"What's his name?" He asked the front desk of the company opposite, holding up the microphone.

"He said his name was Yoshioka Nobu." To the big boss of the company, who was recognized as a rich man, the beautiful woman at the front desk sounded very sweet, as if she had deliberately concocted it.

"one person?"

"Just one person."

Xiang Qian was a little confused: "Okay, I'll send someone down to pick him up."

"How dare this old monster come to see me so openly?"

Qian Qian was puzzled at first, but soon came to his senses.

Yes, this person probably came here for the gossip about his cooperation with the Yashida Group.

He probably thinks that he is just a businessman, with at most some official background, and was promoted as a thug against the Yashida Group; he has no idea about the many layers of identity behind him.

It would be too difficult to expect a criminal organization leader to figure out things that Nick Fury couldn't figure out for a while - even if this criminal organization has existed for hundreds of years.

I just don’t know what the Kunlun traitor’s expression will be when he finds out that the person he is facing has a strong Kunlun energy.

At the same time, on the hilltop outside Yoshioka Shina's Japanese garden, two sneaky figures moved all the way to the edge of the valley.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, you can have a panoramic view of traditional Japanese buildings of all sizes in the valley - but neither of them can see it.

The sloppy stickman and Matt, who had taken off his Daredevil equipment, unknowingly reached the door of Yoshioka Nobu's base camp.

"Are you sure this is here?" Matt listened carefully, and the "village" at the foot of the mountain seemed unusually quiet.

"Of course;" Gunsou said calmly, "This is the source of evil, the source of darkness. The True Pure Society has tried to destroy this place more than once."

The old man always talks in a dazzling manner, giving people a sense of inscrutability; but Matt, who is extremely familiar with him, has long been unmoved.

Although there are many buildings in the valley, there are almost no pedestrians on the roads in the village, and there are even very few voices. Occasionally, I hear a few conversations, which are also soft and very short.

This unusual quietness made Matt feel somewhat confident.

"I didn't hear any conversation about the Hand." Matt said what he heard.

Gunsou seemed to have a pearl of wisdom: "Of course, there may not be a few real living people in this village; the Hand does not need them to speak, they only need to obey."

"Wait a minute, there's a car coming from outside the valley."

The two people on the hilltop immediately leaned down and hid in the grass.

The two off-road vehicles went straight into the valley and stopped at the entrance of the central courtyard.

A young woman with a slender figure and a stern face wearing a tight coat got out of the car.

Someone came out to greet him, and the two parties only exchanged greetings, but Matt, who was fully monitoring, changed his expression drastically.

"Erica?"